Home Made A Toy Boat Thinking About Pound On Shattuck Avenue?

Thinking About Pound on Shattuck Avenue? - home made a toy boat

Has someone a general idea of what the poem is it?
I have, as it is difficult to Pound dead.
Other ideas are generally welcomed.

Poem:

Reflection on Shattuck Avenue Libra
is like a knee-walking shoes are a case in which
classic case of being more safe.
If we live in a sea of dishonesty and tell you how many drops further
What is needed to make a wave?
Sad as floating is the ABCs of reading intact, flooded by Chez Panisse enough heartburn Neptune.

On the edge of the autobiographical Frank, is doubtful.
Can you live with grace at this point? Can you escape?
Those were my thoughts of the day
So what's new ... An employee looked at me.

Art of Our Time is a plaything of the middle class, I said, writhing in my bike shorts in the library of the pasta machine. Gourmet worry about me, his eyes on the pages of cookbooks Rilke riveted. Recruited under the weight of the floors rotting. The death is near. It really is all around us, a pang of dissonance in the music box hidden secret, the crunching of boots on the ground behind the shy son of the Sibelius tone

2 years ago
too low for the dogs, hear the melody of the death of culture. The poets are dead. Ezra flew home in a flower pot just in time.