i was walking it's morning &

i was walking it's morning &

i wander are you all around in

picket-fence soft places

wholly cul de sacrament

taken in planned community.

& hallowed are your gray still temples open
to all vagabonds & transience

in streetlamp light of tracts as these.

& does he honey-home you

in all the living room you've

borne to mortgage. what the 

cost & who the deed &

how are you on storage?

& does he palm the purchased
egg & does he grind
your beans. & when he

makesitforyouinbed - have you truly

broken fast?

i                                    

was just wandering          
                                 since

i was in the neighborhood
                       and it's morning.