The fan sounds like the voices of someone watching TV.
As the surplus run slowlys sits, I wish it were me.
So I'll return all my calls anonymously
As to gently release responsibilities.
These threats are less than threats-
The faster fast-balls,
Unremembered bets
You made in haste against Dianne.
Erase the ones you know the best.
This Ajax, asbestos, amonia, you'll see-
As foul as this no-sleep-on-Sunday-disease-
Will disarm and day-ware,
Deny any crease
That dares to be neat,
That aspires to be clean.