But whose got the attitude for love anyway?
We were together. I forget the rest
Rest in pizza
Sleeping shapes know that long trembled look
Gladdens the soul on its regular haunts,
Like the buried kite rises from its dew of puddles
And circle-walking cloud-catcher waves back taunts.
This all-sun heart swoops down dust-laden lanes
Feeling hidden songs; streaming bars of golden highs.
The beautiful uncut hair of graves