in a world of show
with its veils, cults
and rings of small-talk
I look, I look for love
in a world charmed
by fad and fashion
in indifferent times
where many move their lips
I look, I look for love
and skulking in the shadows
I see a world aware
of all its insane patterns
scampering after its tail
trampling over towels
strewn on every high street
if ever they were held
and on our little marble
of vipers and vultures and vampires
is there a rosebud
who would soften the push and the pull
one for whom I’d conquer?
but as I look for love
trying to tell the difference
between castles and dungeons
I know what I might bear
and never gladly shall I bear