teenage love poem

passing through huddled and ugly walls
my mother twines me roses wet with dew
there is no escape by the river
with her hair flaying wildly
you are my companion
there was never a sound beside the wood but one
just as my fingers on these keys
let a joy keep you
very well, you liberals
when i was broke in london
from floor to ceiling
from our hidden places
sleep, gray brother of death