Decide on deciduous or remain ever green
My love for envy is not your color
Today un dieu des mauvais cheveux
Medusa could use a snaky excuse
Hotwired straight to the stripping point
Vanishment in ravishment will produce a
Rather than begin with “the day”
And its “attendant anxieties”
Disappointments perverse
-Ities we’ll call on something else
(No wonder allowed in these pages
No wonder the pages allow it) to travesty
The burden of the day extends itself night-
Ward marl of munificence sutured sounds
Reverberate in the oubliette of obligation
The nocturne drops into gear down- then
Upshift and the song asserts itself
Impossible arias foundering on the shore
A blanket of blankets swarms the bed
Ten degrees and cropping six sheets to the wind
The door frame chipped and tawdry
Who succumbs to coming twice in an evening
Tram or bus tram or bus tram or bus tram
Or bus tram or bus tram or bus tram
