In The Street, The Gaze Of Desire

In The Great Cities, Winter Glitters With Art And Feasting. But Poetry, The Country Cousin, Sees Only The Dearth Of The Fields.

The Exhibitionist Loves To Flirt With Shame

The Gods Are Watching, But Idly, Yawning.

Lies Save Trouble Now, But May Return In Thunder And Lightning.

Conformity Makes Everything Easier, If You Can Still Breathe.