In this bronze age of cliché


Men and women are spangled genetic machines. 


I know that. 



Taking chances put us in a lissome interpretive state (birth). Function varies widely.

Ever since, every utterance is for sale. I’m intensely delighted, taut-
Relaxed, I’m exposed, unspooled. So this is not a test.
Cliches started at the top, your left knee was just there, illicitly,
Then a left-right in a series

W/ only a few elements to form bands to reality.
I could see up to the clavicle. Marines and the police

Were wild one lane over, so I was arrested.