Yes, had I anything else to do but consider moving to new york and boston
would've destroyed the town inquired
or the Broad, or where the house has been, or migrate back to Asia
where eyes are the afternoon and it hulks over
where good clothes and soft fight tells,
softer women and men,
softer art, and soft flash muzzles
I heard nothing of new york when I came to see inventions
witnessed this veracity,
I am thronged to the wall of vines
pop being green
yellow being my mother w/ a chicken neck in her hand
and red, that being a flat on the jersey turnpike
blue, blue being myself on the ride home
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