My soul is a mind and a meander, a Mrs. Luxe.
Little Spartan boy, release the animal in your shirt!
It isn’t a wolf cub, it’s a puppy, soon
To be Lassie, and she’s needed
For the invasion of Norway, that disastrous offensive.
Her parachute opens.
A minute or so later,
Her paws touch delicately down
Onto the glacier, and instantly
The ice turns a radiant deep sky blue
Wherever she goes.Â Peter Lawford
Is rescued and returns to England.
Lassie remains behind,
Changing every inch of the arctic earth into blue sky
Which is becoming my mind.
My soul has turned from now to then.
It’s all a luxury, this being alive.
Read me that woman’s poetry, I’m watching King Kong.
There’s an animal up my sleeve, and it’s killing me.