The stutter of behavior on a stay/ Skip that lipstick/ don't explain
I'm not afraid/ of rage/ I'm afraid of /plainness/ And politeness is lethal/ it strikes/ it don't match the ice its shadow in / nuendo /a new end to hope is hope/ poke a nuance in the bend and get me knowing/ I depend entirely on color, but I'm not in any way, really involved in color in a love act / except what of that fearlessness is distracting me from the nearness of you/don't explain/skip that hipness / it isn't even/ metaphysical / pause for O'Hara's metaphysical poem:
When do you want to go
I'm not sure I want to go there
where do you want to go
any place
I think I'd fall apart any place else
well I'll go if you really want to
I don't particularly care
but you'll fall apart any place else
I can just go home
I don't really mind going there
but I don't want to force you to go there
you won't be forcing me I'd just as soon
I wouldn't be able to stay long anyway
maybe we could go somewhere nearer
I'm not wearing a jacket
just like you weren't wearing a tie
well I didn't say we had to go
I don't care whether you're wearing one
we don't really have to do anything
well all right let's not
okay I'll call you
yes call me
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There's a pregnant woman sitting low into a plush cushion and she's so heavy she can't get up to run so I suggest a book or something to occupy the time between yawns and years have gone on like that for who hears it as a chasm opens
The stutter of mazes on a map and us back at the hotel in our matching apathy for anywhere else is a passion as telegraph, its yellow unyellow rapture, don't yell when I yell, at the road, I'm not really involved in my own emotion, I'm just showing you you, even if your map is full of mazes, are closer than afraid to that starry place in the massa's eyes
