Houses, Scams, Language (with a line in romanian)

silver & gossamer & porcelain & cobwebs some people are made out of they walk from here to there a limited number of times only— but the bony phone is just dumb plastic it rings not at all i don’t understand: my ideas are universal but my audience is five guys at the shell station people just don’t get it she longs for what makes her grin (tînjeşte dupâ ce rînjeşte) the sweetness of want the repulsiveness of having after days she was returned by the storms of language that had tossed her far & she rearranged her face for the english language— what i heard i did not hear what i saw i did not see i trust my sense to dullness then i kill my joy & cease to be