Can You Keep a Secret

(call 911), explain to it, explain to them, —

I am in trouble, I fell in love with you,

I need to be infused intravenously with

your schmaltzy kind and your polychrome

(call 911), explain to it, explain to them, —

my soul's full of clouds and heavy rains

it sings a blues, (as incantations) as if it is

the honeyed slave of your soulfulness

(call 911), explain to it, explain to them, —

your sun transfixed my eyes and muses,

my senses are in agony of love

and pathologically, I look as if I am

a temporarily insane kind in a cliché

(call 911), explain to it, explain to them, —

my mind has been corrupted,

got bleached, it keeps me captured

in something similar to quarantine…

I desperately need you to get me cured

if you cannot or can you keep a secret,

pardon me, but the dear politeness

it doesn't give a damn what others think, —

(call 911), explain about it, explain to them