The residual mirror and the drag behind it, the hesitate buzz
in the interval, on the bias, at the zoning variance,
the juked manic, gone's punctuated garment,
at the hearing, for you to disappear.
From running this right here, from running from,
from asking body-made, this ready-made question
is a kind of running from, like hoppers paid by fleeing,
without paying, from looking from another world, who
settled choirs.
Them harpers unowned on one another round, unled.
I pay attention so I won't appear,
bottle-necked, wachovia-tracked, with a notice on my door 'bout
putting notices on doors.
Social death is a house party for smart people,
a pick-up band of local grasses who offer solace
to the unbeliever, the intelligent,
the anti-enthusiast of the shit that never ends.
Eastman and Jamal had these evil secret, evil nigger secret
meetings in Buffalo.
But on the wrong, but not for me.
How far away with the sentence can you go, he said.
I can go for life, he said, to the enclosure
and her collection on Riverside.
Where loves a stranger in her lost mother's
regulated membership, because monks
refuse at rest, at study, and silence,
and then say, come again, come on get it.
Exhale you in a circle with a T a crust of bread
is melismatic poverty, which is prettier than all the world.
In Jerome's head is another rose,
sweet basil of Caesarea which might reminds me of the way Sal
said this is my Pizzeria Come from a line of runaways
in the desert snow, swamp and mix, and then say, come again.