You get no disguise until you take us home.
These insights cost plenty. The upper floors
Are empty until the leash wears out. So
What could any of us do? The moment's
A gas. Really. What comes next is all loss.
Who takes pleasure in his words his moody stream.
The common present past. Who said
F word you you silly f wording old f word.
A novel transit. That's a price on the preacher's face.
The kids are either in love with it or deaf. By now.
I don't know. I'm unstill. On my ways.
A generational and not a generative frustration.
What the mother said wasn't what the father said.
And suchlike loaded. Mysterical intent. You
Can't be serious under a locust branch and all.
You better mark the world with a fighty pen.
So. Who do you want to be? Where will you find him?
For the over and over again you pay extra. Pay now.
Regret how much we ate and where and why.
And what it's called downtown.