A luxury I’ve learned to live without (2000)

I stroll the Sunday silent street In thrall of muscle weary feat A wasted week

a reek bleak sleep

Straining against the grained brain ashamed of help outside my stale shale shell

a haze of hectic hegemony

                                                                                       recoils rasping from recalling

The strolling bundanced bile and beet Offal bustle. Beery beat, A lazy leap

a reek bleak sleep

Flailing amazed by railing shame I strain I belt out snide I fail fail yell

of ways to septic ceremony

                                                                                       of hangdog heartbust homily

That strolls the Sunday silent street.