Some dreams rust no harangue
for desire is not a situation of try
as we must, which I like to think
I am doing this, Kenneth Koch’s
Poems which, I am doing that
Which is said, in their way
About love nor future, of
Which he says it is shit
As a body of water staggering
You upon each return to
Love’s work nor wage less
Floor wage black cassette.
This is the ocean suite of lust
Easy now, the ash in your eye
Will take a while from thirty
Nine floors down lightly
Toast see. It views
Pour you tall open
Pools of great buildings
Singing nor the feeling down
Real uptown song book.