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I come to this place to swindle
coming not to be an artist

I could write for days here
a blueness that doesn’t lose me

is adazzle in the arbor I’m looking at
look at the jazz with my BOY

FRIEND fairly whomever I could want
I want to want to write with what I

am I spoke with him earlier 

about this cloudmatter

but now he is sick at the sun shining
I could come for days to swindle an

artist coming not to write for arbor
for arbor doesn’t lose me but

I have wrapped myself into a world
and now I have a cold blueness

a cool place I wanted I could write
a warmer place I wanted with jazz

I could write for days here but
there is no need for either of us 

to get dependent on the luxuries

of whatever art and truth might be

for I have come to this place to swindle

and—ohh!—

what a sense of accomplishment it would

have given me to have thought that 

perhaps, just maybe, I could have 

fooled you into believing