To support prostitution, I choose multiple-lease 
Lean-tos and wound functions. I understand  
Abstract intricacy  
When I’m ready.  
 
My name is not important.  
I write on the road,  
 
Don’t like accordion folds encroaching  
On my notes —  I’m compressing a complete  
Meltdown. There / -in  
 
Buddha tells me I’m a baby.  
All the best students begin this way, gesso-ed  
Pencil marks across rad lad  
Pearls, slim trance police  
 
Axed into life. (I’m not sure anyone would  
Sell you any.) / Big, jaunty shapes, thin hair —  
Once I was moving I thought less  
 
— dreams, planets, back light spread thin, float-drawn, there we are!