Intangibility

She gave me the slip. If only she’d managed to hate
Me, I could suffer in peace. But I don’t even rate.
Ach! Kennst du das Land wo die Kanonen boomen?
World of lemon and lime where word endings rhyme?
Besides, her eyelids are nervous. Still, she’s impervious
To the likes of me, for she doesn’t like me, poor worrying
Me, searching for the clue to ideas, good-willed, roaring,
Fundamentally somewhat boring, I ought to seize on one cannon
And shoot myself. But how can one stand belore the same woman
And behind her at one and the same life span? I surrender.
I’ll climb on my horse and commend her. I’ll be the Pretender.
Don’t use force: drape yourself over the fender,
Hold on for dear life, and practice up on how to be weak.
Strangle. Look away. Touch her cheek.