Restless, I walked to the shore And picked a place of peace I found no relief In satin sheets Or the bedcrumbs of police A sovereign god Raised up an arm And gave me clever hands With these I molded irate pleas For an interurban band. Call me stately, lately don't I follow, not forsee Bled of all my backwards ropes Untangled from truancy Peas in a pod May laugh and trod On morals mighty or weak Plastered in poems Of holy unknowns I'm whispered On slogan-filled streets