why be

why be ashamed of what, you can
only like? its reticent sink,a booth of airs,
in gallant pens of rooming verse,
of horses, brooched, and necklace.


or border swim, and river reckon,
lover's imitation larger to its own repent
mountain cat, bob cat, eye howling at
the gaze of a city mirror,
if these smokes ascend why not folk
the pavanne of its accident?


of hand, which grasps not ,
body forded brink,
clap the eyes on forehead
worded dress .




If these she's were sorry to reprieve word
was stirred its bather to retrieve. Saith Mona, her orphic


gabble, to heark its heave. Some plush
mouth honks her gable.

No, stands will.