Collections yes,   you're a dutiful horse   made cluttered by   my feathered course      Anywhere, any room   windows I've been crawling through      Threw your arms   saw you shake your hands   gestures and broken English   yeah, I understand.      Lying down in sense and grief   inventiveness   like buying something sweet      Born to nurse, quip and stick   to what you say   spinning thread to what I said   yesterday      Anywhere, any room   tell me something I can use