"Remedium shakes off the quasi blues, a sharp returns to play.
The field comes down to indigents.
Love tacks on amendments or a purview or a crash.
Forgiveness seems to be the poise
we head for in an afterlife.
Trespass claims its share of innocence.
For now we're older than our fevers.
The size of shoes seems fictional.
A cardboard box is where I store my hard earned rash decisions.
Easily quintuplets now that we have dried our claims.
And fears move swiftly forward.
Everlasting innocence becomes a misprint
in the nooks of hesitation.
All her letters were signed fondly
in a Palmer scrawl as picturesque
as Antioch Dominican compete clause.
Here goes fraternalia on the sly stone.
Here goes gild.
Here lies a stogie I once perpetrated in my sleep
connection to a rendezvous.
You're sure of what you're say.
You're empty.
Prayers from Scandinavia march to the nearest prey."