Polis is eyes (not size)

after I've jerked off all my money into the water run

off the curb for three stacks of blueberries (I em gave to Nicky

she remains impenetrable, an extension of her work,

AC that teeters dangerously on the sill seven or so floors up

Bee came in from Berlin

lays on her stomach more than most creatures

to read, shows me, & slinks off to sleep

she brought me Love & Fame! we buckt,

she powering the plane w/ her thought

got to Maine much alive and missing me

                                     

               Most, now, have gone;

               Mondays for some
               living the printed life
               --I stayed home.