The shoe was occupied, kind of a picnic
rented to another living companion.
An excellent raincoat makes the bed.
The belt is not heavy, no heavier than the old man’s
sleepy lecture on a handkerchief.
It’s already 8 o’clock and she is full.
Her driver’s license is only moonshine,
She is comfortable with a difficult word.

Is it kind to be amusing, healthy to be striped?
This is my everyday room, full of trays.
The floorlamps are also fruitbowls.
I can boil coffee on the ceiling.
There is a small, three-legged bench in the corner.
Simple and wild this new pillow.
Yesterday morning, tomorrow morning,
are immigrants with one shirt between them.

He has a broken foot and has employed a cane
to stop the bus. Later, he’ll use his tie
to stir coffee, proof that one has
sufficient money to enter the town.

In back of the bridge chewing-gum
is permitted to work, hair is slicked back
in church. To believe. To live. To feel.
To sew. To dress. To row. To plant.
To shoe a horse. To tell the future.
To flee! Sure. Certainly. Is there
any sleeper on the train? When is
the next train leaving? I’ll take that.
I would like a ballpoint pen.
I would like a postcard.

So sad that she is sick!
I dial the right number I dial the wrong number.
She puts down the receiver she picks it up.
That’s all right where’s the wastebasket,
when does the game begin,
where can I find a small shop selling chocolates?