leave cumshaw for gewgaws and get on with it.
Sometimes, when it is warm, it becomes grey outside.  The buildings
shed their shadows. The sidewalk slips into something dreary
and I want to slip you some sugar, but what Sir Set--on-Sourness would you do with it?
Would you light it on fire?
Would you fire us up?  Or smoke us for the temporary haloes? Circle this day
as a thing to be remembered. Then forget it, whatever fondness remains donate to charity
or go buy cheap beer.
from such canneries that littler my induced livelihood
for such canaries as littered the air with singing, for such
inspire me to eat at this overpriced vegan restaurant on Craig Street for lunch. Ergo,
hunger remains, money does not, and I am feeling a slightly oceanic sense of today
although in my silence, I refused to eat fish--although the restaurant was vegan anyway.
So, people, it is time to stand
Lovers disappearing on the boulevard of tanks
grading papers, professionalizing with permission form, meeting Ralph Nader
were not listed, no to-do
dancing, they were liars, they were unrealistic.