The idle boys are waiting in the park

      Girls fear but girls fear anything

      When they have been told these boys

      Aren’t thugs, they’re charming

      Cut outs and smiling locker doors

      Open up the minds of the young people

      And reveal them as forms of romance

      The naked gymnasium stands among simple

      Working class houses whose pretense

      Is sitting pretty our solidarity our

      Sty of stupid rapport, the miniature cheap

      Mentalities MADE IN JAPAN caress her

      But she longs to wear black serapes

      From bleached balconies to give her sign

      To the villagers that he is returning

      And the weather reports are indecisive

      For one half of the body returns as vapor

      To the mind the other half as nerves

      The words are the business of the dream

      And its wisdom is moving so far away

      That easy The street returns us home

      Who are thinking of going to Europe

      To sit in the classical sunny gardens

      Reading newspapers blackened by race

      Demonstrations, new chemical states

      Rising in the bewildering absence of Europe

      I rise now from my vacant chair

      Thought depending on application

      The room is in favor of longing

      A bride illustrating scholarly ideas

      Once more apprehends the afternoon

      Taking shape in the air over the garden

      We hopefully flee to, escaping dark

      And unsavory developments in the way

      The mind works today forming cabinets

      We dumbly put our trust in and sit back

      Pleased with this life we living smiling

      At how we have apprehended the time itself

      How we have put it to work at a profit

      How those who can’t understand ECONOMICS

      Can steal watches to sell in the park

      It quiets the mind to think of transactions

      Like this Even the vandals are part

      Of the affluence our bodies exercise

      And what spirit keeps thanking the heart

      For its numerous changes

      The book beside you called ECONOMICS

      Which will be sold as PASSION FRUIT

      In drugstores, bringing back thoughts

      Of small consequence Sitting here

      Say in a garden overlooking a river

      Watching another toll across the bridge

      Constructed (it says here) not to link

      The country and the city but instruct

      Pilots in handling their other emotions,

      To thrill the people who look on it

      With the steel web of their thoughts

      That suddenly traps the air around them

      And in it the insects of destiny they

      Soon recognize as themselves A genus

      Of winged creatures expanding as time does

      Seeking the profit of secrets of light

HOW CAN I PROVE I AM NOT MODIGLIANI