Poem #8 An exertion

I know a woman who got in fights with a cry concerning no one

Never feels the life leave: a smoked out ambition,

Never building a domestic project an urban fantasia

Never kicking out the busy cry of life’s conflict

I know a woman who got in fights with a cry concerning no one

Someone else’s project a masque epitaph beyond unpurged squiggling

today leaves still full of yesterday’s shades and shapes proud novelties

We are where we began- staring at opposing windows of the winking will

I know a woman who got in fights with a cry concerning no one

clear bawdiness indulged in haunted heaven of the moral law

Hankering clear smoking jovial well stuffed conscience

Hanging on nothingness of a little less