Unctuous Platitudes

        There is no reason for the surcharge to bother you.
	Living in a city one is nonplussed by some
	 
        Of the inhabitants.  The weather has grown gray with age.
	Poltergeists go about their business, sometimes
	 
        Demanding a sweeping revision.  The breath of the air
	Is invisible.  People stay
	 
        Next to the edges of fields, hoping that out of nothing
	Something will come, and it does, but what?  Embers
	 
        Of the rain tamp down the shitty darkness that issues
	From nowhere.  A man in her room, you say.
	 
        I like the really wonderful way you express things
	So that it might be said, that of all the ways in which to
	 
        Emphasize a posture or a particular mental climate
	Like this gray-violet one with a thin white irregular line
	 
        Descending the two vertical sides, these are those which
	Can also unsay an infinite number of pauses
	 
        In the ceramic day.  Every invitation
	To every stranger is met at the station.