I should not be here
Rather, amongst the Tubes
And churches of the
Beleaguered ancient city
Let us go then, you and I…
I cannot think in paragraphs
Only in phrases, complete enough
My grammar is that of no man’s –
Adjusted as the sentence sees fit,
To keep you aroused at least until
Its cadence.
We are no prophets, but flapping
Gull wings – my sentences show this –
Without fear, or direction.