Something came to me in the garden

The other day. I was out walking, and under my feet: Nature!

It was saying to me: September!

I should have replied: Life and Splendor!

Hermes the thief helps me out,

Always looking over my shoulder.

He gives me the same advice he gave to Midas

Who was the suckiest of all alchemists.

For him I’ve changed gold into iron

And twenty into eleven.

I walked in the fog among barenaked trees

And stumbled across an exquisite corpse,

And there beneath her starry locks

I kissed open her sarcophagus.