"The long lines of houses go on ..."

The long lines of houses go on until they are drowned in the sea
but her loveliness lies distant and verily
It is naked ungloved and in the shoreline
diffracted                  he paces his smoky palace
by boomerang and fishing line
the right colour sloppily applied
money was involved, and fear
a comforting hand between the thighs
blind, bald, invisible is come
to praise her every day.
They threw out the wrappers and live in grisaille.
The gloom of noon. On balance dropping
they sneer before beer and jitterbug after.
"If I had been sleeping, I would have been run over."
Today I am pinned to my anxieties
a peanut in the sky.
He smokes a dope and disappears in the mirror
his shadow grows in poverty
"Dear Other are you laughing? I worry"
the door and the floor score an orchestra together
his wrists were sore        and his cock was broken
The lock was no good. I am open to negotiation
In the gloom of noon the balance wavers
"Je vous aime" he said, because it was a farm, and formal
solid electronic and not at all mechanical
she who wants nothing but hugs shrugs
together        we enter the blue eventual building.