except that he is new
a possible hostage situation

mostly on the outside

I’d be good at not saying and not saying it
I’d be good in the long term
Scion of silence in its goodness or
Scion of embarrassments, scion of shame
I’d be good

From one of the outlying places
Slammed into a memoir sold like a carrot
Good for anyone’s eyes in the
Empire’s bloody mean village
I’d be good

I’d be good at the edge
Of an affectionate rockabilly stance
In the park of a tree
On the step where you see
I’d be good


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