45*21

men would never govern their own circumstances
unless they were women, the paternal order being dead
well then the head floats because what else is there to be
no plan is then too futile unless the considerate monkey is involved
this is a patter of characterized guilt which we manifold
into a cycle of desire that never lets us go
that's what I speak of when they talk of "the great ass"
it portends a happy or unhappy issue and suddenly in Haiti
all the rules are suspended, in fact life is
the soup thickens and then we make pyramids with cement
Marge moves the luggage with her ass, and we talk of the perfection
anything that excites there astonishment, after all
we are all part of the great bureaucracy. Ask Bader.
Never have we left ourselves long enough
precisely at those times when the State is in most peril
only to live in the shadows of ourselves
it is a shame we can't bicycle through our fears
is what we thought and then we did, but in a purloined gym
where the mind is in default
separated from controversies by hard and fast lines
only to know the numbers when they pay off