Across

the                                                                                         street

                        Tired. Lovely sweater.

In Gods' hands.

                                     Which stop earning me

the jacket.                                Greasy burned raspy raspy

             OH THE SKIRTS

             AND PANS

Concrete lines wandered shapeless babbbbbbbble

penny candy ante alley                                            cut my hair

and teeth and all the things she forgot and past the box botched

             to forget to busy it all jewishly languidly latke -ly

                                                      Star of yellow David Gates so

Grab his balls

                    skin so gray so pray so gay today and

                                             34 (what if)

they...................................are..........................................right, frightening

box busted                                   spilled

                                                                out

                                                                          over

                   pragmatism – set this up – Chaos

I will settle the nettle, phone me $

                         handed      hurtful         honcho               haha

                                   she sees the little village and makes clay circles go

                      THERE

             earth                breath                 they all gather in Spanish. Ole.