Pan
In the middle of the
Party’s dark downer din
She finds boyfriend Ed
In the bedroom with Ungie
And hence I find her
Crying in the patio night
Come and go with me
I say
Let’s see my friend Pan
Out in the wild country
A squat little dude
With curly hair and beard
He’ll call you Atalanta
And me Orpheus
We’ll dance with Calliope
In the blue woods
