I am in no position.
Carry on and the verdict.
Certainly not wicked
because I am a body at rest.
Thousand yards and thou,
lazy river, Bethel and
arms, Sts. of Nevis and
coating, coursing
up the east coast, all
the east coasts in
rebellion, veterans in
business attire thousand
yard staring and Martin
and the market
we got the goods, inshallah.
Insignia broken of philosophy
and its tiny particles off and on,
runic and Latin,
hewn, ad hoc breakdown:
a field day and blues
and whites
over in the late
passing
belonging
to you.