Echoes of our accents fortify us
Against these moments when the posse betrays
Us only to ourselves
The foot put right the proper laugh
Imposter phone booth shush a pirate haven
All our theatrics spring from private laws
Losses and moments, the first time seeing ourselves
Wrongly, a line vanishes
In a split second's prodigalness
Recei ver cocked to the wrong ear
An inappropriate surmise of levity
His awkward charm
The others' puzzling elaborations
First, the pose. Then the posse
A self-portrait would have it
Oh him
Though others shall continue their puzzles of faith
Faithless wit, agonizing self-eradications
Awkward charm and flea market momentous worries
" Ladybug, ladybug ... " Such things happen.
Occurrences fill the morning radio like kisses
Or the working man 's stale-mouthed recriminations
For example,
There's the show in the phone booth
The numbers quickly scratched on the wall
Despera te labanotations
An awkward pas forging ahead despite of
Interruptions
In woodlands, forests, open spaces
Now
We primp ourselves on country odors
Denim cigaret smoke breath of beer
Lite
