She is lashed by the sound
of The Velvet Underground.
To 'Sunday Morning' she's awakening,
sugary-coffee a substitute for 'Heroin'.
'Sister Ray' is out with the gang
and no doubt 'Waiting For The Man',
but 'Sweet Jane' gives pussy-purrs
lying back like a 'Venus In Furs'.
It is cold outside, it's no 'New Age'.
She's a huge cat, her home her cage.
COSMIC CRUSOE # 2
Like some ghostly Crusoe,
he crosses space and time.
"Where your footprint in the sand,
Girl Friday where is your hand ?"
How this lonely Crusoe pines.