come on fiddler
do your thing, er
round your finger
come on sling 'er
with your twiddling little brittle subtle dynamite explosions
will you bring 'er
cunning fiddler
will you
lovingly
unplay these
cocky rocking dynamaniacs
that bring sorrow to most people
but to me
they bring
desire
oh they come to me in blasphemes
like some monks all wrapped in scarlet
like wet red unfed tongue-lashers
of the lowest of orders,
better still,
they teach me riddles
puzzle me, and puzzle fiddles,
oh them baby sucker sitters
oh those please me whiley critters
what's to stop me
pretty fiddler
who's to play your fiddle
proper
i' m not used to pauses pauses
i'm not here
i'm a goner
2013.