User:Gunitag/Undoubted usefulness

prufrock was much posessed by death
he saw the pain within the peach
and set out instead to pursue
things less insoluble
fog perhaps

let us go then
you and i
to where the peach trees grow so high
and spread full branches to the sky
so that it seems
made of orange and green
and eliot will turn and say
that is not what i mean.
that is not what i meant at all
at all.

but
i too know the inexorable sadness
of a low fibre diet
no seaweed here red nor brown
lingering then in the chambers (of the sea?)
we sit we frown
and wish the mermaid voices will take us
and wish that we will drown