infect my drama with a wound

'i'll never let you go until you've made me white so she did and now stars shine at night. e.e. cummings, 1934

i see you're listening to AabBA
learning to hear the inside of swedish drama
recalling a word, something about a wound
recalling a song, something blue, the other moon
leaving me to think you're nothing but Yoko Ono Hama.

i see you're reading EE cummings
wishing you was that '34 man crazy 'bout being white and back door bumming
waiting on a phrase, something 'bout 'a little star caught in a hand'
wanting no part, 'bout the wounded words 'not to understand'
leaving me to think you're half-way there, Hobo Balloon Balling