Feeling like Geary Street, Union Square above

The new Fall sweater makes the season official, and 

is to a guy's insouciance a luscious supercharger. 

The jaguars you see, out in the middle of the road, 

invite you to be thrilled, in exchange for your pa-

tience. I don't think the feeling of being brilliant, 

in this way, is quite the offense that some do. 

  

Now, to think of it is enough for me, 

for the exact impression rushes back; 

and I'm jaywalking to Baccarat, be-

cause their glass is balanced, doux,

blithe instead of scrupulous. I want

the precious dangers of Fall. I want
their bright perfection. In Rimbaud
there will be two red holes in one's
right side.

       

       Anything but thanksgiving.