The effeminate hangs from a girl’s beads
While traffic of obligations stirs the masses,
And from my perfect understanding of the weather
As a toothless outsider
I will praise lustful projects,
Will bleed every ounce of me to flea market traders
On forgotten, Mozart days,
The clamoring of the wrens on the topic of our sameness,
Our sameness,
Drawing East to West with lights.