Teenage Problems

IT’S WARM, LIKE A WOMB

OUTSIDE THE FLOWERS BLOOM

THE SUN COMES UP AS SHE WAKES UP

AND PERFUME FILLS THE ROOM

A DAISY IN HER HAIR

SO GREEN AND FRESH AND FAIR

BEADS OF SWEAT AND DEW COLLECT

LIKE PEARLS AROUND HER NECK

PROBLEMS IN A HAZE

WE FIND A GARDEN MAZE

WE SPEND NIGHTS AND DAYS NOT CHANGING AGE

AND RUNNING THROUGH THE BUSH

I HAND HER A WHITE ROSE

SHE HOLDS IT TO HER NOSE

JUST FRESHLY PICKED, HER FINGER PRICKED

SHE DOESN’T BLEED A BIT

I SEE THE WORLD THROUGH HIS YOUNG EYES

AND PUT MY TRUST BETWEEN HER THIGHS

PUELLA DANCING, I AM ADVANCING

SHE READS ME WHITMAN, GADE AND WILDE

HE IS A MAN, I AM A CHILD

SHE SITS AND PLAYS FOR ME, HERSCHEL AND THEN SATIE

COMING OF AGE IN FRONT OF ME

AN EPHEMERAL ALLURE

BEGETS AFFLICTION WITH JUST ONE CURE

TO PLUCK THE YOUNGEST BUDS TO WARD AWAY DOTAGE

A NOBLE LIE FOR ANY AGE

LIES A DREAM WHEN I’M FIFTEEN

AND BOYS AND GIRLS DANCE THROUGH THE AIR

I SAY A PRAYER AND TOUCH HER HAIR

IT MAKES ME SICK BUT I CAN’T HELP IT