left wing savoir faire ageing flicks of my thin brown hair like an elegy soaking me drenched in the language of social mobility but i don t seem to mind the gruesome link between people and time it s an enemy telling me the wheels of profit are circling in the opposite life don t animate just creeps up on you slowly surely holy water flows as normal water does in little italy i re adhere sojourn in my guilt wrestle words as the apostrophes wilt let the elegiac question why accidents happen or the well will dry so some come kill me quick tie me down to an anodyne drip to the will of god and the people with sticks for filled with the shrill they show much better that life don t animate just creeps up on you slowly surely holy water flows like normal water does in little italy i re adhere  when the steeple cries there s a martyr for every pause when a dozen die it s a starter for ten to the men who proselytize that a life isn t owned but atoned they solidify and in time become blackened and martyred life don t animate just creeps up on you slowly surely holy water flows like normal water does in little italy i re adhere