Long Story Short

all needs are in three categories:
things i want, things others want
& things i want others to do to me
draw focus from singing of sight lines
leaves only cracked excursions
one night of impersonal explosion
singly occurs on my manners & whispers
then useless gossip, my bridal
withholds safest confidence
of decisive or derisive directions
in this alone to the better end
of erasure on this good road
reasons are shards of green glass
in the pattern of this truest exit