Some dreams rust no harangue
for desire is not a situation of try

as we must, which I like to think
I am doing this, Kenneth Koch’s

Poems which, I am doing that 
Which is said, in their way

About love nor future, of
Which he says it is shit

As a body of water staggering
You upon each return to

Love’s work nor wage less
Floor wage black cassette.

This is the ocean suite of lust
Easy now, the ash in your eye

Will take a while from thirty
Nine floors down lightly

Toast see. It views 
Pour you tall open

Pools of great buildings
Singing nor the feeling down

Real uptown song book.