From Scraps

usable, greasy, gray
days: eggwhite in which to drown, my hypocrite
reader, my brother
: eggwhite that scrambles
every standard bearer

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spring-driven devil the clock
watches us (you, lover, pick up
passion and dress like lightning)
: a policeman slips out
of the enchanted plaster

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prostrated (you on the perch
I on myself), we twaddle
to each other: I ask you if the mud
that splatters us is dark or light: you ask
if I’m jaundiced like the other parrots