Stop eating so much, fuckball.
But which communities, leaning toward
Bethlehem, Cisco, or CSX,
are likely to be considered
magnets for the young?
Upward, upward, upward,
the untergang knocked
my block off, then chucked in some of their own.
If the roof is wood, cease fire, tammany hall’s a
can, can stand, as man can, stand, as a man can,
stand and fight or fidget, doll or dive down and stay
under hand-hewn timbers floated down the Colombia or
then removed to Breuer’s breadbox for the inblasting
of the dome.
Reactions to toys predict behaviors but not
The plusses and minuses redacted by dotted lines —
Your Biedermeier plaything was gloriously
but who are you? There’s more, more
however, more masters, that, cracked,
were made for dancing in their original form
outside the organization, Giorgio Moroder in Munich.
Keeping the elderly
in the towns they helped build, deals and discounts,
subsidized even if they can’t get the notes
out — totally humane.
A hidden ground of an earlier era
becomes more visible, now surrounded by flowers,
staunch loyalists. I can’t believe
they’re paying me to sing; I’m having
such a good time.
In a move that promises to make
lesser known, the sucre
simplifies most transactions, the music attractions.
Sang the note en masse, dolomite
mountainous debt erased by a special act, a special
a single reflection in the transparency.
It’s the same thing, but with charts and
McKinseying the deal. They smelt my breath.
20,000 feet of meeting space, two
restaurants and two
massive but unobtrusive steel and concrete,
the casual visitor unaware of the causal chain,
the microwave soup burnt mouth.
All roads may lead to Rome,
Rhône and Saône, Newark and Paris, Paris and
First Frank One, then (valid tamarind) King George in tin
raged, contested, commensed with
waltzes, yet sets of boots trounced the regal
rejected by several revelers who laughed at the
but continued to snuff the coke. Rooms are done
in gold or azure and gold. Blocked
hideous drifted, the appointees finally got the airport
That was the Bayou Blaster. This is the Allegheny
No one in non-smoking notices the wig on fire, tin
down the narrow aisle.
At stake is reunification in Germany, the three
male faces of liberty, what’s technically called
in the orphaned Alpine land.
There are still jobs in Germany, but they refuse to
get in the car,
or leave the house. Must play the piano in octaves,
hands spread, clicking through mechanically.
Not so many Americans are coming.
They’re not internalizing anything.
Recorded music, the promise of steady work,
the hegemony of the American singer —
a tone that’s langorous but unflinching, an elocution
but somehow smooth, youthful yet somehow worldly.
actually a holiday, is implicitly stagey. Willful and
We have to interpret your movements,
those uncontent stuffed
with the beauty of others.