Folds of cloth
Drapes of heavier felt
Droop
Listless with envy
A light shines
On feigned recuperation
Confidence, arrogance
Bold with every movement
The glazier's day
Hoodwinked
It is over in a brushstroke
Streets before automobiles
Carriages that outlast the conversation
Windows, for pouring excrement
Onto streets full of urchins
Bars of prostitutes and vagrants
Men lost, carried off to war
Folds of cloth
A collar with a trim of velvet
Snoop
The well dressed sentry
Darkness
It is the charge to enter
Reigned down enumeration
For overstated gestures
Financial delectations
Smugly consumed
Are over with a brushstroke
