Around the time popes of old father town
the beholden swervy windows of truth type
on rails along particular gum rules
we passed a cabin of the bluesky, that old diner
a tell of the ones along the stretch
down from the opening Capricio B-movie
and subsequent contained shavings of the sun
made as if to have to piss around back
let the sign swing, the interminable burble
it's encased in the thought that had come to town
lured away sent here, nobody's problem to tell you about it
the first thing you see as if wicks on in chambers like
I sat down and she brought me tea then got up and went to the bathroom
withholding knowledges so I end closer to the cables of trolleys
for my wear, big circular flatter of maybe rubber too in the pave
historic price parts and their resident museums
this alacrity, but I put it all on as if
who else's name is mine?

We shooted across, bowing in appropriate sass and mainline
settled for being Calm One the Ranger here the shut-away
states without realizing, better banged out in tin
than any mere mention of the man, across the street and if he is
between a handle and its surface we survey
a rock without a hard edge, just thinking loose in the bare street
that radio station of elastic knockers blasting to a tingle
a story the arena left to stand and honk the Athenians
wouldn't recognize after all no Greek can discriminate
my being, in line as a lion's hoof to said other locales

But has he, the one, the
one we came here for from
canonized so necessarily forgotten and regressing other reasons
has he as we say but not
or rather the guy in there who's
paid enough to say, has he no stone?
in store, he has a stone
at least a footstool
parked he did floodwise to our bottle of matches
the heart draws out and cancels its napping
we follow our own paperless mapping glances
the puzzled in locked night our inland waters
expend, though maybe
in back of your it's all lowly and we have
no feeling of it yet
so you? I wear that cubular clock as if a stupid hat
all day that was not on my head
to not even have to bend or crane
to make up the mazey bits or see through transoms?
felaheen layouts of perfectly ordinary thrown up yards
as if ahead of you forever nothing whatever of a stature stone makes
do we meet on this under this kiss and make exits?