everyone is famous

i prospered i

soothed

i was triangle-like,

thoroughly bitten porcelain- rosepot

my best blossom was just before the train stopped,

at the wrong station

everyone is famous in his own car where nobody can hear

I spoke history for two weeks

before him, then I forgot to play the instrument

in your ear

protruding an insect-woven nest, so you didn’t hear

I wore a vest

I swore

it’d be best before

their hands,

they clenched into fists and said they’d whistle on my behalf,

but the whiskey jar kept quiet

about the comfort of the fake gold around 

her reckless neck