Interviewing these, the desert of the cinders or the grassless plains

And if I came out with a platter or, in layman’s terms,

And if then, penniless, on guard for greater evils

I tried to augment and the dairy farm was soon and slowly so close to the point of my sword

And you were envisioning we envisioned if at the mid-point in our lives we descended down a well

Only the mirage was of flames of coastal workers and roller coasters and a large storm fell on you

Whose only identification was flattened in a hat band and bit by devils

Would it seem to you that some breads were insensitive and others merely curious?

Are you many considerations coldly hosing down the mirage?

And, like the barefoot peasants you feathered on the road,

I lean unflinchingly or laughter at the butcher shop falls between us

In exchange for one hand blocking out the road signs and one hand covering your eyes.

Think what do you have to lose you were thrown from the carriage

Think of it here, in this jacket the brown city bends over you

And the lake the catalogues of wind-swept hair

Isn’t it this and your steps inside the pie plate already you must sleep on the bomb, with the bomb

The gumshoe, and he said the historian leaves vacancies his bedroll

And because he knows how to jump and play, how to roll out the cement mixer

He would sing a hairdresser’s duller days

Into the corners. The steak cooking on the hood of your car, the underwater ruins and flowers

And we aren’t we the same, the authors of these old bricks rubbing together in the walls

And speaking aloud and hurling glass at the crowd in three parades throughout the city?

I will have already been sick (my organization is also as high as the mountains

And do I mind that her, her nudity her naked body blots out the devils the mountains for days)

And don’t you turn your head as you simply drive off the road or are you simply under the bank the vault

With no alibi? I saw you inspecting the animal handlers and their leashes

And who what burglars haven’t canceled checks and locked themselves in the bathroom?

Queen of my heart whose face divides the highway

Who laughs up dirt into my hair when I lift my heart

And you they sing often of your godliness your amphibious car.