Boy Breaking Glass

A whose broken window is a cry of art (success, that winks aware as elegance, as a treasonable faith)is raw: is sonic:

is old-eyed première.

Our beautiful flaw and terrible ornament. Our barbarous and metal little man.

“I shall create! If not a note, a hole. If not an overture, a desecration.”

Full of pepper and light and Salt and night and cargoes.

“Don’t go down the plank if you see there’s no extension. Each to his grief, each to his loneliness and fidgety revenge.

Nobody knew where I was and now I am no longer there.”

The only sanity is a cup of tea. The music is in the minors.

Each one other is having different weather.

“It was you, it was you who threw away my name! And this is everything I have for me.”

Who has not Congress, lobster, love, luau, the Regency Room, the Statue of Liberty, runs?

A sloppy amalgamation.A mistake.A cliff.A hymn, a snare, and an exceeding sun.