Now, according to some sources,
new golfing trends are a commodity,
along with silence, and sweetness.

We talked about the great error
that you can live with
and really can’t afford to get.

The madhouse statuary seemed to dispel the pre-life we gave it. 
in sleep, to become the one bauble rescued from that  hoard, whose shapes 
no one now will know. It cannot be said they existed. Yet

If it’s loveliness you want, here, take some,
hissed the black fairy. Waiting for the string quartet,
on the corner, denatured I wondered what the heck.

“Why did that man stare, and stare? All afternoon it seemed
     he stared

America’s old churches were seen as a new
philosophy of one-upmanship:

Customize the event, picking at soul scabs,
turning your face optimistically toward the window.
There must be a long biography coming out soon,

As I was saying it’s a never-ending getting
closer if you will, a class-unconsciousness searing
these ears for a lifetime, and by then it’s time

The first of the undecoded messages read: “Popeye sits in thunder, 
Unthought of. From that shoebox of an apartment, 
From livid curtain’s hue, a tanagram emerges: a country.” 

Scribbled on the expansive mist, the desire
of many dwindles to us
and our “activities,” wholesome