Tuesday, April 13, 2004

1110

There on the nerve of a staying power's right paid
Lasso brand is a name I can't pool among drivers.
I look through its mercies but I'm taping a swan
To the many other foul sounds I extinguish. Leap,
Please, into the sayings, I can see how you want
What the arrow commands. But now in the morning
The fan of a taste listens into the tube for some sun.