believe that man is born good
pocket a piece of thick bread
very serious men and women
beautiful and beautifully dressed
wedded in silence
by nature she has the air
chilly circumstances, disgusting patina
green of pennies vigorous kick
little splashing strides sad and surly
iron gate of an immense garden
let me bite your black and heavy
sails mastheads on the marina
garrish gallantry I drew my bow
drinking, as intelligent men dress
who are the hapless ones all that completely
vanished, hour unmarked, as for the Satanness
my eyes rest on the delirious dial teeth of identical white
heat of the sun, music of life, heavy somber wood
