exchange

shot and I’m cold, a new day unsold
friendly and betrayed, formerly I laid
in society, behaving in moments, asking,

“what was the morning’s design?”
can’t play on the hill as there is no gate,
a figure passes, marked as prosperous,
he did so assist me, especially, thoroughly,
remarkable that the terminated man is continuing

(raspy, dry soul on the dashboard)

removed, he wrote “shy” but also wrote “marry”,
matter be my wisdom should crypt basket be ample,
arise at time appointed by the goddess of
canned laughter, alone in the fruit bed,
no opinions answered (for felicity is not so
hastily resolved) and insipidity is insufficient,

an instrument chatty in extent and effect,
small and many are the chieftains dispatched,
insensible, melancholy, boisterous, dissimilar,
the parish tastes of vain distrust and affixed
cordiality in inquiry, for the wicket sweetens the
gentleman of piqued favor at length, abroad,
collecting in imprudence

(a morsel for the waif?)

the blind farmer tills the soil, “surely, she did
with merit consider the impossible invitation,
and he did without celebration rest in
exquisite explanation?” voices in the final hours
of the garden estate (a silent course of nothing carried),

the inmates sing a song they dare not sing,
paint in hues they dare not behold, pine for a piano
they dare not play, for it has received rapture and
forfeited sentiment. the desire is folly.