this is Walt Whitman speaking
Back at San Francisco Greyhound, leaning / and I’m not thinking or yearning / I’m just leaning.
Lie facedown in the pulsating mantra: dried flowers bathed in sunshineOf slowly submerging monograms
“Have a lot of folks over for dinner and walk” Thus spoke Gertrude Stein bellyaching about Manhood.
Fashionable windiness to gear sworn statements into hungry keys