De end is de hen I’m letting you know. Dese pale I do not know dese

De van just said it was overdue, forget it, wax or sing towards red, strong arms

A bit more to rain on us, de cliff face aint it see it says tenderly undress in de stable, de river

De grand-standing clairvoyant, de open sea, a blood bank where you are overdrawn and dese alarums go off in de cemetery: I was only deep asleeping.

Letting you know letting you borrow I make a new pair of trousers for you, drown ten cents worth

Of colorful birds a storm at sea a thousand leagues and our sisters stuff demselves at de table

When mama serves sauces swordfish. Re-animate, revivify dese she’s soaped and saved once again

And if it’s raining let us pump air and resuscitate. Or in waltzes de liquor cabinet.

De hen, den is at least I’m all for it and drink it down mouthfuls of sand in de bar

Who isn’t touching or our evening I find myself dry in de mouth in a tree, already I like her

Insistence her mules and fake fingernails and alibis, lies she comes into a room with several heads I soon learn.

In May, I drink and battle happy for hours dat dey’re dey know my kiss and birth or dey get on de train, it’s raining and I break a window.

De hen is a voluble voter of de sort dat gets up and leaves de table or gets up crying

When it isn’t raining but is dark or pouring and always sleeping beneath de table.