Hermeneutics

The poet's mind unfathomed Derange his words And set them screaming in public streets Where vulgar thoughts exposed themselves I have the tattered clothes of rape Lock, lock perfidious tongue The bat will not beak my blood in broad daylight A babarous blistering of my landscape The simian shape Call to mind Freud Master, Ellis and Johnson were pedestrian people They looked but could understand How deeply ran The second command give all life Was the first to man Hence the first reason we spoke was love And if speak God to them They shall spend their candle Trying to uncover my state of mind O I can see But my words are blind. ii Read me with no rules of grammar I mean what is subject and predicate And the sentance with no comma How many meanings would you see If my sentences starts anywhere And my words like a judge just sat there Listening to your fear Making hope out of my despair