Poems about being beyond the first youth, about being self-critical and self-deprecating, about being for mature love and about resting in oneself and one's beloved.
“lost blind around in dress man wobbly on the move in the fitting room past the infinite deep in the mirror up in the equipment piece of clouds I never reach him again: I will reach him it's larsen an overweight sweater you must not talk like that This is how I speak: it is an inner world a simple child during the fireworks in the fairground smart spots that drip down through the night I'm standing in line to come in to him”
