doublemasked strange woman white curve of some obscene
dance
come close to me the only harmony
of wearied members
opinions of no particular importance vague azure ebon
blood
and tip

put away lust
facing death at eight-twenty if I could do the night over
again this morning

dieci soldi: voilà
my soul

you won’t have this night
the last refinement of my virility
I’ve long since outdone the false cunning
where you trail even now your putrid sunny being

so I pass you pass like mother and child
slowly more quickly slowly
one after the other or all together pimp’s eye in gold of
wimpy foreverness
vanishes
lout with sentiments outlandish
queen midwife
and it’s entirely without interest