One leaves his leaves at home being a mullen and sends up a lighthouse to peer from: I will have my way, yellow–A mast with a lantern, ten fifty, a hundred, smaller and smaller as they grow more–Liar, liar, liar! You come from her! I can smell her-kiss on your clothes. Ha! you come to me, you, I am a point of dew on a grass-stem. Why are you sending heat down on me from your lantern?–You are cow dung, a dead stick with the bark off. She is squirting on us both. She has has her hand on you!–well?–She has defiled ME.–Your leaves are dull, thick and hairy.–Every hair on my body will hold you off from me. You are a dung cake, bird lime on a fencerail.–
I love you, straight, yellow finger of God pointing to–her! Liar, broken weed, dungcake, you have–I am a cricket waving his antennae and you are high, grey and straight. Ha!
-Great Mullen by William Carlos Williams