Life lyrics

Experience

There's a lady down the hall who paints butterflies and insects
There are little statues in the room, she works with clay
And I went in there and I sat on the couch and had something to drink
Then I noticed one of the statues had his back turned to us
He stood there brooding poor bast*rd
And I asked the lady, "What's wrong with him?"
And she said, "No, I messed him up in front, sort of."
"I see," I said and finish my drink, "You haven't had too much experience with men."
She laughed and brought me another drink
We talked about clay, death of c*mmings, art, survival and so forth
"You oughta know more about men." I told her
"I know," she said, "Do you like me?"
"Of course." I told her
She brought me another drink
We talked about Ezra Pound, Van Gogh, all those things
She sat down next to me I remember she had a small, white mustache
She told me I had a good life flow and was manly
I told her she has nice legs
We talked about Müller
I don't remember leaving

I saw her a week later and she asked me in
"I fixed him," she said
"Who?" I asked
"My man in the corner." she told me
"Good," I said
"Want to see?" she asked
"Sure!" I said
She walked to the corner and turned him around
He was fixed alright
My god, It was me
Then I began to laugh and she laughed
And the work of art stood there
A very beautiful thing