Silver Arrows, and Rickets

nonsense purity polymer a squeezing of something out a tri fold with scores of plastic, so necessarily unfulfilled with pictorials a social security card, a card from the merchant marines with a face eleven dollars, a fiver and six ones, and a diners card weak elbows, furrowing brow the smell of a polish delicatessen on his breath Oh come all ye faithfuls Mexico, Poland Bolivia He wears a Movado Then craves for bagels with locks after playing Polo Peace!