WHERE YOU MIGHT BE AT

Tiny glob sparks of actually dating a girl 
And all the calla lilies yarping at blonde varmints 
In the Sun’s terrific mockery! 
Where you might be at
Might well be otherwise
where the Chapels have real Gods
 and slow days are often.
Perhaps your pearls hate the necklace
Not the Neck.
But How you toil is how you breathe
when you’re nowhere exactly
At All.

At All.