A Red Love Note
My dear lovely bloated one:
when we send you our final love-notice of foreclosure
to vacate this civilization which you have inhabited
long beyond the rightful term of your tenure,
there won’t be any postponements, honey;
no court delays,
no five-day notices, darling;
no continuations, sugar-pie;
it’ll all be over before you know it!. . .
And the immortal kiss that we will plant
upon you and your kind
will make you think that the world is
going up in smoke!
It’ll be nice and sudden, dumpling,
it’ll be like love!
it’ll be a red clap of thunder rising from the very depths of hell!
from Left Front, Jan-Feb 1934
My dear lovely bloated one:
when we send you our final love-notice of foreclosure
to vacate this civilization which you have inhabited
long beyond the rightful term of your tenure,
there won’t be any postponements, honey;
no court delays,
no five-day notices, darling;
no continuations, sugar-pie;
it’ll all be over before you know it!. . .
And the immortal kiss that we will plant
upon you and your kind
will make you think that the world is
going up in smoke!
It’ll be nice and sudden, dumpling,
it’ll be like love!
it’ll be a red clap of thunder rising from the very depths of hell!
from Left Front, Jan-Feb 1934