Nonsense

I floundered slowly as a pen
That writes the lies and  steals my pills
When all  at once I saw a friend
A host  who sold me clothes with frills.

Harmonious were the waves of love
As were the letters writ by hand
From so below to well above
I saw a sight not understood.

Trembling in the Western Wind
Were Alfred Deller and  a lute
So  we conferred but never sinned
Though he had a magic flute.

As my pen leaked ink and blood
Among the purses and the keys
My mother said I never should
Play with cowboys in the seas.

Where is my ship that takes me home?
And where’s my lover,write me soon?
I’ll do my hair with a toothcomb
Before I visit and resume.