5/15/14: 2

Rest in the resin of Dresden, ruins
construed to loose shoe-in’s– muses
Impolite to my left, right.. I’m set right, except in midsummer nights–
Roll dice with the polls, thrice, no
Light, battle these language cattle–
No loyalty to any particular saddle, and
not after a tassel, they call me curt, harmfully brief,
I’m armed I these deeds, erase opposition
base–