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