the villagers that he is returning
And the weather reports are indecisive
For one half of the body returns as vapor
To the mind the other half as nerves
The words are the business of the dream
And its wisdom is moving so far away
That easy The street returns us home
Who are thinking of going to Europe
To sit in the classical sunny gardens
Reading newspapers blackened by race
Demonstrations, new chemical states
Rising in the bewildering absence of Europe
I rise now from my vacant chair
Thought depending on application
The room is in favor of longing
A bride illustrating scholarly ideas
Once more apprehends the afternoon
Taking shape in the air over the garden
We hopefully flee to, escaping dark
And unsavory developments in the way
The mind works today forming cabinets
We dumbly put our trust in and sit back
Pleased with this life we living smiling
At how we have apprehended the time itself
How we have put it to work at a profit
How those who can’t understand ECONOMICS
Can steal watches to sell in the park
It quiets the mind to think of transactions
Like this Even the vandals are part
Of the affluence our bodies exercise
And what spirit keeps thanking the heart
For its numerous changes
The book beside you called ECONOMICS
Which will be sold as PASSION FRUIT
In drugstores, bringing back thoughts
Of small consequence Sitting here
Say in a garden overlooking a river
Watching another toll across the bridge
Constructed (it says here) not to link
The country and the city but instruct
Pilots in handling their other emotions,
To thrill the people who look on it
With the steel web of their thoughts
That suddenly traps the air around them
And in it the insects of destiny they
Soon recognize as themselves A genus
Of winged creatures expanding as time does
Seeking the profit of secrets of light
HOW CAN I PROVE I AM NOT MODIGLIANI
We are not capable of lasting fault
Our errors change nothing
Our personal conception like
The vain sandals you wear
Cramp you and smell bad in the rain
But no one says nothing about it
And expect no explanation from
The sky, one moon and one star
We go on and make these mistakes
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Because I have these things to say;
The moon shines down over it and
Miscellaneous references cloudy
The gold star you pin to my shirt
Another dumb mistake without any
Meaning beyond the pink shadow it
Husbands in my saddening thought
That the moon again is some reflection
Of the thing that misleads us,
Which is another stupid mistake
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Hate to go out on the street you’re such
A smarty always coy and disgraceful and
Pointing out events our horoscope misplaces
The girl sitting there with red shoes on
Wearing a flower dress, thumbs past the
Greatest 20th Cent. painters like a snob
She very well could be Some men like these
Effects in a woman like drinking bad wine
Has a mystique or keeping your overcoat on
In usually placid houses tempting Satan
Listening to music annoyance odors
There is something persistent about you
You are always blaming me for it
How can I prove I am not Modigliani
But simply and trustingly another
Person who falls ill to the breeze
Coming over the marsh to the city
How can I prove that I have no intention
Of asking you to go on a diet or wear
The autumn’s foolish clothes, trust
Me there is nothing that far away as
The museum where we chat and pretend
We
