Love that Costumes

While often rapt in plosive elegancies, we are searching

And powered by nuance let and pushed off like steam

Around a sweating metal spout.

You know I had already run away by this point.

I had begun to run without knowing I went

Along almost scratching my nose against the pavements

Of Paris. The twist at the end is he is meeting a woman. 

And, you know, he did make it out. 

He did escape and become successful. 

They (Christie and Springsteen) have met twice

And don't talk. I have my keys in my pocket

And my hands are filled with grocery bags

Which I now place on the ground and later onto the counter. 

But the dish tastes good and would be sad if swept away

By the texture of the meat and power

Of anything I can imagine coming from me. 

I can't reinvest a leather coat worn over

Linen undergarments, by definition it is

Gin-based and delicious. That's what agape tastes like

The shoulders rubbed in oil and singled hairs

Feeling like cracks or imperfections I thought that I felt

It while looking for my glasses, such as boulders in a river-

bed, in bed. Guiding only from

Below and aside--and the

Theatrical convention is for no-

body to hear him though

Ophelia is also onstage.