The muted absersizes and the short smokes tolled
I ought rotate more, with lengthened strokes
forum and the videos, from where I’ve been told,
I’m making the last great advance for growth.
See, silly St. Charles is one of my many peers
we will die happily in an old city or the late frontier.
But that, still, I can’t be sure of. Why hate snow
softly on the city. Resistance is a precious skill
I intend to keep, as well as the cured water here.
—Time to get less than zero.
Maladjusts and the thick rich, swishing beer
rubbing tennis elbows.
It’s getting harder to finish.—Add oil.
Where there is a warm roof which holds me
while I rock backwards and front. Loafing, coiled,
forgetting to read the books I’ve bought.
I straighten my legs, stretch my arms above my head
and let out a cough.
