unrelated Poem

I am your borderland     
   your heartless waterfront

I zone of face        
   ordained        
   wording the air

You, thus, coffee, sea, noon        
   there.

The to desert        
   between
military, mouths        
   the        
   rattatum.

Around it        
   and under        
   and through

We choose our routes.
land water wheels.        

   You're
gentle narrow        
   ing.

Your bundle of eyes
Your floorboards

I am confined
to a few pronouns.

and dear.

I am your transitive.        
   and become

Like white.

Each a salutary 
   precept
   a slum.

Rooms, unfurnished
   rooms

Guests welcome
Rooms for
   permanent and transitory

   guests, sleeping rooms
        
   Vacancy,
   To let. 






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