A soundtrack with pulleys, leisure to sing... gazes overlaid
w/ speech you keep delaying. An investment to punch into
hapless quibbles over riv vu’s.

Taut shortnesses of thought bubbles, disarmed by suspicions, you’re
an emulation of a man —
no way flippant, standing up without sticking, you could prove

choo! Uccello on his roof car unhinged, bartending! That’s how you sound. If you stand
if you speak if you kerchief

— are you keeping suspicion warm
to the bridge of my nerves?

Payment hence remains. It comes from the Greek for feigned ignorance. 

For legions of believers 
Who are in this for praise.

The general of desire wait lists the system. 


Notebook open, wallet shut.