Something came to me in the garden
The other day. I was out walking, and under my feet: Nature!
It was saying to me: September!
I should have replied: Life and September!
Hermes the thief helps me out,
Always looking over my shoulder.
He gives me the same advice he gave to Midas
Who was the suckiest of all alchemists.
For him I’ve changed gold into iron
And twenty into eleven.
I’ve walked in the fog among barenaked trees
And stumbled across an exquisite corpse,
And there beneath her starry locks
I kissed open her sarcophagus.