Myths and Old Matters

Sometimes, meanwhile, actually
I arrived, into the street, on a canvas
so help me, the book, your novel
in early fall, has been called
our innuendo, the college
wishes to remain nameless
the oval of good nature
flags waving and cleaning up
timekeeping for the dying
the time, the station, the train
by some, offered, imagined bride
free and ready to wear these shoes
and brings the kiss with you
the myth of old matters
crossings and love
of uncertain lonely quarrels
of ourselves and these parts
and consequences
that I have to offer