This, My Porcelain Life

This letter you get it,
 You burn it,
 Forget it
 It's not what I meant to say
 You might think me a scapegrace
 Really a fugitive in decay
 I exist here on an acre of nature
 In the diminutive
 But I'll be thinking of you, I would wager
 My favorite hypocrite
 You are a master of the commerce of friendship
 So I put all of my feathers on
 I wrote you this letter, I'll send it
 When this foul weather is gone
 Of your last words to me I am thinking
 And of the depth of your eyes
 But you can't halt the profound shrinking
 Of this, my porcelain life
 You're vexed that I reject your protection
 Well I abhor captivity
 I want to live alone in my little section
 So very wild and watery
 How to preserve my own mistaken perfection?
 Or your refined vulgarity
 I only tenuously ask you this question
 Out of a sense it was for clarity
 You are a master of the commerce of friendship
 So I put all of my feathers on
 I wrote you this letter, I'll send it
 When this foul weather is gone
 Of your last words to me I am thinking
 And of the depth of your eyes
 But you can't halt the profound shrinking
 Of this, my porcelain life
 My porcelain life
 My porcelain life
 I find it very breakable
 My porcelain life