I'm looking at you
Out my window.
I smell a rat: you.
Where'd your wife go?

Looks like you shipped it:
Trunk on a train.
I'm looking at you;
You look unchained.

Looks like you're moving
Away from here.
Were you removing
The curls from your dear?

Looks like you clipped it;
She was your bane.
Your locks lift went through
Below the mane.

Spy yes I spy
At you, seeing your life.
You've got a nasty habit
Of distaff cleaving. . .clean your knife.

You've discovered me--
You stroll to slay.
You plan to shove me
All of the way
Out of the window
To fall down there.
I won't look at you. . .
Flashbulbs prepare.

Eyes, I shield eyes
From the mistreating lights.
With luck I'll quash your grabbin'
And pitchin' me to soar two flights.

You're coming at me,
Unfazed by glow.
Now you've unsat me.
From the window
Look like I'm pitchin',
Then the cops came.

I'm looking at two
Casts. . .can't use cane.

Now baby has changed:
She's looking casu'l.
Baby hooked a swain,
Baby got a reign
In Rainier's domain,
Plunged down steep terrain,
Like me from the pane.
We're both saved in frames.