Heeled prerequisite to this dare Presentation of hand-spelt charms Tongues two steps from their maws Such unearned whip-smarted profundity Obverse-to-observe these gestures of soul As your troops follow my prancing Spade is a spade is allayed as in bets off Before midnight and reasons drawn into the shades By the muse majure of a night porter whose habituations Excuse the Weimar tickling Of boots over our heads With these last few posts for engagement Comfort us with circuses as the law fucks us in their streets All into speculative politicking as though wagering on sport Dissembling gall and privilege for This American Life Broadcasting my dreams from a panoptic glasswork imagination Please come throw your rights out my windows Writhing afterward in your Jordan Almond Joys Handling agency and representation with viperous aplomb Emblematic of hoochie-coochie democracy By a crock of the abeyance By appeasement, by teatime By any fucking means necessary