Home On It

So much appears
Unfit for poetry. To rage about

The insular, to croon about
the moon. Romances

of the narrow mind, instead
of studies of serious bedrock

or adventures on a
sea. At school the rule is always

getting hackneyed, an inevitable skit
laugh-tracked with advertising jokes; the heart

cannot go out, consigned to our
accessoried electives. Nor can mind.

Let's set the lot of them adrift, kick
kids across an ocean at sixteen,

On the Fourth Day

So much appears
Unfit for poetry. To rage about

The insular, to croon about
the moon. Romances

of the narrow mind, instead
of studies of serious bedrock

or adventures on a
sea. At school the rule is always

getting hackneyed, an inevitable skit
laugh-tracked with advertising jokes; the heart

cannot go out, consigned to our
accessoried electives. Nor can mind.

Let's set the lot of them adrift, kick
kids across an ocean at sixteen,

The Unchosen

So much appears
Unfit for poetry. To rage about

The insular, to croon about
the moon. Romances

of the narrow mind, instead
of studies of serious bedrock

or adventures on a
sea. At school the rule is always

getting hackneyed, an inevitable skit
laugh-tracked with advertising jokes; the heart

cannot go out, consigned to our
accessoried electives. Nor can mind.

Let's set the lot of them adrift, kick
kids across an ocean at sixteen,

The Patient is Rallying

So much appears
Unfit for poetry. To rage about

The insular, to croon about
the moon. Romances

of the narrow mind, instead
of studies of serious bedrock

or adventures on a
sea. At school the rule is always

getting hackneyed, an inevitable skit
laugh-tracked with advertising jokes; the heart

cannot go out, consigned to our
accessoried electives. Nor can mind.

Let’s set the lot of them adrift, kick
kids across an ocean at sixteen,

The Street Has Changed

So much appears
Unfit for poetry. To rage about

The insular, to croon about
the moon. Romances

of the narrow mind, instead
of studies of serious bedrock

or adventures on a
sea. At school the rule is always

getting hackneyed, an inevitable skit
laugh-tracked with advertising jokes; the heart

cannot go out, consigned to our
accessoried electives. Nor can mind.

Let’s set the lot of them adrift, kick
kids across an ocean at sixteen,

Pool Room in the Lions’ Club

So much appears
Unfit for poetry. To rage about

The insular, to croon about
the moon. Romances

of the narrow mind, instead
of studies of serious bedrock

or adventures on a
sea. At school the rule is always

getting hackneyed, an inevitable skit
laugh-tracked with advertising jokes; the heart

cannot go out, consigned to our
accessoried electives. Nor can mind.

Let’s set the lot of them adrift, kick
kids across an ocean at sixteen,

Fairy Tale with Ex-Wife

So much appears
Unfit for poetry. To rage about

The insular, to croon about
the moon. Romances

of the narrow mind, instead
of studies of serious bedrock

or adventures on a
sea. At school the rule is always

getting hackneyed, an inevitable skit
laugh-tracked with advertising jokes; the heart

cannot go out, consigned to our
accessoried electives. Nor can mind.

Let’s set the lot of them adrift, kick
kids across an ocean at sixteen,

On the Waterfront

So much appears
Unfit for poetry. To rage about

The insular, to croon about
the moon. Romances

of the narrow mind, instead
of studies of serious bedrock

or adventures on a
sea. At school the rule is always

getting hackneyed, an inevitable skit
laugh-tracked with advertising jokes; the heart

cannot go out, consigned to our
accessoried electives. Nor can mind.

Let’s set the lot of them adrift, kick
kids across an ocean at sixteen,

Two Poems

So much appears
Unfit for poetry. To rage about

The insular, to croon about
the moon. Romances

of the narrow mind, instead
of studies of serious bedrock

or adventures on a
sea. At school the rule is always

getting hackneyed, an inevitable skit
laugh-tracked with advertising jokes; the heart

cannot go out, consigned to our
accessoried electives. Nor can mind.

Let’s set the lot of them adrift, kick
kids across an ocean at sixteen,

Self

So much appears
Unfit for poetry. To rage about

The insular, to croon about
the moon. Romances

of the narrow mind, instead
of studies of serious bedrock

or adventures on a
sea. At school the rule is always

getting hackneyed, an inevitable skit
laugh-tracked with advertising jokes; the heart

cannot go out, consigned to our
accessoried electives. Nor can mind.

Let’s set the lot of them adrift, kick
kids across an ocean at sixteen,

Sovereign Secrets

So much appears
Unfit for poetry. To rage about

The insular, to croon about
the moon. Romances

of the narrow mind, instead
of studies of serious bedrock

or adventures on a
sea. At school the rule is always

getting hackneyed, an inevitable skit
laugh-tracked with advertising jokes; the heart

cannot go out, consigned to our
accessoried electives. Nor can mind.

Let’s set the lot of them adrift, kick
kids across an ocean at sixteen,

Colloquy in Black Rock Connecticut

So much appears
Unfit for poetry. To rage about

The insular, to croon about
the moon. Romances

of the narrow mind, instead
of studies of serious bedrock

or adventures on a
sea. At school the rule is always

getting hackneyed, an inevitable skit
laugh-tracked with advertising jokes; the heart

cannot go out, consigned to our
accessoried electives. Nor can mind.

Let's set the lot of them adrift, kick
kids across an ocean at sixteen,

Seven Poems from the Latin of John Owen

So much appears
Unfit for poetry. To rage about

The insular, to croon about
the moon. Romances

of the narrow mind, instead
of studies of serious bedrock

or adventures on a
sea. At school the rule is always

getting hackneyed, an inevitable skit
laugh-tracked with advertising jokes; the heart

cannot go out, consigned to our
accessoried electives. Nor can mind.

Let’s set the lot of them adrift, kick
kids across an ocean at sixteen,

Winter Remembered

So much appears
Unfit for poetry. To rage about

The insular, to croon about
the moon. Romances

of the narrow mind, instead
of studies of serious bedrock

or adventures on a
sea. At school the rule is always

getting hackneyed, an inevitable skit
laugh-tracked with advertising jokes; the heart

cannot go out, consigned to our
accessoried electives. Nor can mind.

Let's set the lot of them adrift, kick
kids across an ocean at sixteen,

Farewell to Miles

So much appears
Unfit for poetry. To rage about

The insular, to croon about
the moon. Romances

of the narrow mind, instead
of studies of serious bedrock

or adventures on a
sea. At school the rule is always

getting hackneyed, an inevitable skit
laugh-tracked with advertising jokes; the heart

cannot go out, consigned to our
accessoried electives. Nor can mind.

Let’s set the lot of them adrift, kick
kids across an ocean at sixteen,

Townie

So much appears
Unfit for poetry. To rage about

The insular, to croon about
the moon. Romances

of the narrow mind, instead
of studies of serious bedrock

or adventures on a
sea. At school the rule is always

getting hackneyed, an inevitable skit
laugh-tracked with advertising jokes; the heart

cannot go out, consigned to our
accessoried electives. Nor can mind.

Let's set the lot of them adrift, kick
kids across an ocean at sixteen,

Poetry

So much appears
Unfit for poetry. To rage about

The insular, to croon about
the moon. Romances

of the narrow mind, instead
of studies of serious bedrock

or adventures on a
sea. At school the rule is always

getting hackneyed, an inevitable skit
laugh-tracked with advertising jokes; the heart

cannot go out, consigned to our
accessoried electives. Nor can mind.

Let's set the lot of them adrift, kick
kids across an ocean at sixteen,

Clearing

So much appears
Unfit for poetry. To rage about

The insular, to croon about
the moon. Romances

of the narrow mind, instead
of studies of serious bedrock

or adventures on a
sea. At school the rule is always

getting hackneyed, an inevitable skit
laugh-tracked with advertising jokes; the heart

cannot go out, consigned to our
accessoried electives. Nor can mind.

Let's set the lot of them adrift, kick
kids across an ocean at sixteen,

The Dollhouses of the Dead

So much appears
Unfit for poetry. To rage about

The insular, to croon about
the moon. Romances

of the narrow mind, instead
of studies of serious bedrock

or adventures on a
sea. At school the rule is always

getting hackneyed, an inevitable skit
laugh-tracked with advertising jokes; the heart

cannot go out, consigned to our
accessoried electives. Nor can mind.

Let's set the lot of them adrift, kick
kids across an ocean at sixteen,

Moishe’s Horse

So much appears
Unfit for poetry. To rage about

The insular, to croon about
the moon. Romances

of the narrow mind, instead
of studies of serious bedrock

or adventures on a
sea. At school the rule is always

getting hackneyed, an inevitable skit
laugh-tracked with advertising jokes; the heart

cannot go out, consigned to our
accessoried electives. Nor can mind.

Let's set the lot of them adrift, kick
kids across an ocean at sixteen,

Danzig 1932

So much appears
Unfit for poetry. To rage about

The insular, to croon about
the moon. Romances

of the narrow mind, instead
of studies of serious bedrock

or adventures on a
sea. At school the rule is always

getting hackneyed, an inevitable skit
laugh-tracked with advertising jokes; the heart

cannot go out, consigned to our
accessoried electives. Nor can mind.

Let's set the lot of them adrift, kick
kids across an ocean at sixteen,

The Loon’s Cry

So much appears
Unfit for poetry. To rage about

The insular, to croon about
the moon. Romances

of the narrow mind, instead
of studies of serious bedrock

or adventures on a
sea. At school the rule is always

getting hackneyed, an inevitable skit
laugh-tracked with advertising jokes; the heart

cannot go out, consigned to our
accessoried electives. Nor can mind.

Let's set the lot of them adrift, kick
kids across an ocean at sixteen,

The Riddle

So much appears
Unfit for poetry. To rage about

The insular, to croon about
the moon. Romances

of the narrow mind, instead
of studies of serious bedrock

or adventures on a
sea. At school the rule is always

getting hackneyed, an inevitable skit
laugh-tracked with advertising jokes; the heart

cannot go out, consigned to our
accessoried electives. Nor can mind.

Let's set the lot of them adrift, kick
kids across an ocean at sixteen,

The Return

So much appears
Unfit for poetry. To rage about

The insular, to croon about
the moon. Romances

of the narrow mind, instead
of studies of serious bedrock

or adventures on a
sea. At school the rule is always

getting hackneyed, an inevitable skit
laugh-tracked with advertising jokes; the heart

cannot go out, consigned to our
accessoried electives. Nor can mind.

Let's set the lot of them adrift, kick
kids across an ocean at sixteen,

A Sentimental Delusion

So much appears
Unfit for poetry. To rage about

The insular, to croon about
the moon. Romances

of the narrow mind, instead
of studies of serious bedrock

or adventures on a
sea. At school the rule is always

getting hackneyed, an inevitable skit
laugh-tracked with advertising jokes; the heart

cannot go out, consigned to our
accessoried electives. Nor can mind.

Let's set the lot of them adrift, kick
kids across an ocean at sixteen,

Listening to the Earth

So much appears
Unfit for poetry. To rage about

The insular, to croon about
the moon. Romances

of the narrow mind, instead
of studies of serious bedrock

or adventures on a
sea. At school the rule is always

getting hackneyed, an inevitable skit
laugh-tracked with advertising jokes; the heart

cannot go out, consigned to our
accessoried electives. Nor can mind.

Let's set the lot of them adrift, kick
kids across an ocean at sixteen,

The Catch

So much appears
Unfit for poetry. To rage about

The insular, to croon about
the moon. Romances

of the narrow mind, instead
of studies of serious bedrock

or adventures on a
sea. At school the rule is always

getting hackneyed, an inevitable skit
laugh-tracked with advertising jokes; the heart

cannot go out, consigned to our
accessoried electives. Nor can mind.

Let's set the lot of them adrift, kick
kids across an ocean at sixteen,

Departure of the Ghost

So much appears
Unfit for poetry. To rage about

The insular, to croon about
the moon. Romances

of the narrow mind, instead
of studies of serious bedrock

or adventures on a
sea. At school the rule is always

getting hackneyed, an inevitable skit
laugh-tracked with advertising jokes; the heart

cannot go out, consigned to our
accessoried electives. Nor can mind.

Let's set the lot of them adrift, kick
kids across an ocean at sixteen,

Description Without Place

So much appears
Unfit for poetry. To rage about

The insular, to croon about
the moon. Romances

of the narrow mind, instead
of studies of serious bedrock

or adventures on a
sea. At school the rule is always

getting hackneyed, an inevitable skit
laugh-tracked with advertising jokes; the heart

cannot go out, consigned to our
accessoried electives. Nor can mind.

Let's set the lot of them adrift, kick
kids across an ocean at sixteen,

The Legend of the One-Eyed Man

So much appears
Unfit for poetry. To rage about

The insular, to croon about
the moon. Romances

of the narrow mind, instead
of studies of serious bedrock

or adventures on a
sea. At school the rule is always

getting hackneyed, an inevitable skit
laugh-tracked with advertising jokes; the heart

cannot go out, consigned to our
accessoried electives. Nor can mind.

Let's set the lot of them adrift, kick
kids across an ocean at sixteen,

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