He cuts down the lakes so they appear straight
He smiles at his feet in their tired mules.
He turns up the music much louder.
He takes down the vaseline from the pantry shelf.
He is the capricious smile behind the colored bottles.
He eats not lest the poor want some.
He breathes of attitudes the piney altitudes.
He indeed is the White Cliffs of Dover.
He knows that his neck is frozen.
He snorts in the vale of dim wolves.
He writes to say, “If ever you visit this island,
He’ll grow you back to your childhood.
“He is the liar behind the hedge
He grew one morning out of candor.
He is his own consolation prize.
He has had his eye on you from the beginning.”
He hears the weak cut down with a smile.
He waltzes tragically on the spitting housetops.
He is never near. What you need
He cancels with the air of one making a salad.
He is always the last to know.
He is strength you once said was your bonnet.
He has appeared in “Carmen.”
He is after us. If you decide
He is important, it will get you nowhere.
He is the source of much bitter reflection.
He used to be pretty for a rat.
He is now over-proud of his Etruscan appearance.
He walks in his sleep into your life.
He is worth knowing only for the children.
He has reared as savages in Utah.
He helps his mother take in the clothes-line.
He is unforgettable as a shooting star.
He is known as “Liverlips.”
He will tell you he has had a bad time of it.
He will try to pretend his pressagent is a temptress.
He looks terrible on the stairs.
He cuts himself on what he eats.
He was last seen flying to New York.
He was handing out cards which read:
“He wears a question in his left eye.
He dislikes the police but will associate with them.
He will demand something not on the menu.
He is invisible to the eyes of beauty and culture.
“He prevented the murder of Mistinguett in Mexico.
He has a knack for abortions. If you see
He is following you, forget him immediately:
He is dangerous even though asleep and unarmed.”
