When our mewing spreads out against the sky
Like a poodle etherized upon a table
Let us go, under certain half-deserted moons,
Of restless humans renting cheap hotels
My sawdust eyes are like oyster-shells:
The streets I run are a tedious argument
To lead me to an overwhelming question…
Oh, do not ask, “Oh what is it?"
In the room the feral cats go
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