Fervent Congruence

I would bring something with me if the cardboard

images we burned weren’t considered counterfeiting.

Its not safe to buy drugs from your car in this part of town, though

the basest weed makes to be idle sweet.

You are far from credit-friendly gas stations. But I love the seeing

that happens, as one might expect, when I see you. That line took years

off of my career, and this one shelters it. I hope you remember our jokes

about the earthquake and the hurricane, and how people asked us

at what time on Monday will the courts re-open? I read books

is how I would describe myself. How the body intrudes

with the women I think about. It takes a lot of work to keep myself

like this. Have you read INVISIBLE HANDS?

And the keys were bullets and our guard advanced. 

I like it when it talks about itself. I don’t smoke

cigarettes, and so am generous with packs that I buy every so often.

Maybe we’re talking about a paradigm shift here, getting away from

ordinary work and the pattern of Adam’s curse,

where Fucking will tend to not be poetry, though much to the chaste grins

of the audience. I don’t know where the vehicle went, nor where ought the tenor

come down, if she’s in key or what. The sexy domain bolsters

our time together: it renders my bawls and yarn useless

for the labyrinth. For eighteen minutes on the bus I had accepted

that I was going to vomit into my backpack on my way to my first day of work.

An errant shot too much, down the wrong pipe.

I grabbed the wrong pipe. Hey man, he said, and it began.

This hope needs authorization. We need to get a life.

But how long have you lived with the etymology of love?

I tested the briar arch, and here I thought that finding

all the questions was the point. The scarf combats

friction around the neck that would otherwise disincline a man

to turn his head about. The socket and horizon are the same: look at the array

of snowflakes on the window which outbrave my patience

in softening to elegant droplets lacking that resonance I would prefer.

They shake to the engine in my left ear. We shake ourselves apart,

and are named the luminaries of 20^th century phenomenology.

We managed to pan out from the generation. Glory old,

old delight. Bravo to the yellow evening. Its an at least OK

goodbye, with a fervent shake. There is the fish that will not break

his stare. My conceit is pejorative, could use a lift. You weren’t adding terribly much

to this now worn-out flare of the times. And the crowd goes wild

at the motif’s return. We have found the real and I am keeping it.

Keep close, love one another. There is more we can say. So,