We are moving quietly in our cells
on a mountainless plain
in time
with the bipedal paradigm
having fallen down on the job
two themes arise
One goes for a walk with a line
noting the season, the articulate stars, you
and your new Cup.
Evangelical intentions will have to be scrapped as
increasingly hard-nosed
the King of Aplomb plays
much too fast. Wouldn’t it be cool
to set our alarms
for an early escape with the money
and birds?