Pillow Fight

How sad the castle with no

foundation underground.

Sadder still is the lover with no

mystery left unfound. You threaten to pack your trunks and

go back to Chinatown.

Did I say something impolitic or

did I lay it on too thick and

are we breaking up tonight or

can we have a pillow fight?

Do we really need to hire a plane to

carpetbomb down memory lane and

shall we figure out who's right or

can we have a pillow fight?

Diverse unpleasantness

gather around our bed

like pigeons 'round a park bench

clamoring to be fed.

Let us kill all these rats with wings by feeding

them poisoned bread.