Get dressed. Casual and restless. Get to the duress already. Get dresses. Get money. Ghetto money. Note money. Bank note money. Don't be dumb. Don't beat 'em. But if you can't join 'em, beat 'em. Be dumb with me. Be hung as the arabesque on pleasure (guest in the air), on the pleasure dome, mumble (olive in your mouth like home, I love you) All of you casual dressing ghetto money lavish backlashing shins in the dream of a china factory rattled by the hope of disaster; that would be better than sitting here inventing zippers for the denim, for the dumbed-down denim clear in the market hung from the parkbench suggesting a crime or a medicine, guest in the time between leisure grass and habit grass and grasp and grasp and grasp The west at last is empty, listless, and needs a passenger from the jury, and I am volunteering as the words ask the wars to steer them , unstart them who I am volunteering, do let them begin who I am volunteering, dont let them begin who I am in the simple volume of where I am, high
up on a tantrum (maintenance) about anyone fancy or plain as he is spitting out olives and sunflower seed bits in the street,(my fingers pinch the windowpane as I watch, listless) one hand on his pants so they don't drop A champion, a proper champion living out his uniform like it's a house
