You or I can’t copy Creeley singing to Wieners or it could be vice versa,
Both old masters
Who never spoke for love,
Not equipped



To weep



—
Who is?



— even on a brassiere stool overlooking time is money plaza,
We could never express feelings about delimiting time. Figures of thought are tart.

That everything once alive was precious as our talk is precious and cheap.
That “Having no time to spend” comes off as counterfact in a pas
De deux falling apart
— we interns slipping on pieces of tracing paper after the ballet
To make a racket.