this is Walt Whitman speaking

Back at San Francisco Greyhound, leaning / and I’m not thinking or yearning / I’m just leaning.

Lie facedown in the pulsating mantra:
                                         dried flowers bathed in sunshine
Of slowly submerging monograms

“Have a lot of folks over for dinner and walk”
Thus spoke Gertrude Stein bellyaching about Manhood.

Fashionable windiness to gear sworn statements into hungry keys