Don't leave
Your most
Acute integrity
In the gap between an impulse and a decision
Or do, whatever, as long as the sound comes through you like sky (a tense diagram)
Compensation for the marginal life you fancy now
Billings of elation no more
Sublime mediocrity, no Moor like Othello/Desdemona, moan for love
Gratuity. How you took off your yellow hat, but underneath it was another yellow hat
And they say it's a black thing, promising,
Magic replicas from imagining them as such
Custody of the scenic, snickering, or double colored for
Some kind of goat song gone ghost in the new equipment
Of a child's up-sloping eyes
My ideal, beware of anonymous letters, you may have written
them
And you might be interested in learning how you became so offensive as to demand
Speak of me as I am
We fear the truth has no style and the fear does tremble, tuck it to pieces of self that show up uninvited and welcome
Someone dancing, undisturbed by the music that's not on
Someone making it, telling that distance when to play
