As your thoughts
melt behind the sun
we stand and watch
the readymade
beginning
of an essential tawdry
mistake
   sympathetic
it seems understandable
the paint is not even dry
 and we sharpen the thoughts
yet
do not stand
in the shade
William Blake
  the sights are beheld
in misfit eyes
  and stolen from the cradle
 oh theres no ghost in the night
  we don't need ghosts
and they need us even less
  so watch out
 its meaningless
I know
  you know
where the time runs
   a million light years from here
    there's a guy selling hot dogs
   so
BUY ONE