There’s always room for another rose in the garden, Rosanna
      Arquette said to her sister Patricia

This driver, making the commute an anxious scene, bus going
      nowhere &

Infeasible construction making the clarification purpose
      worse—

It’s still Oakland, these trucks are not metaphors and there’s no
      revolution on the scene

My sense of urgency is lost to time lost

In a cubicle

I’m a high-powered cultural executive, he said

Me too

From and on the outside

Inside of course this doesn’t matter

My guru supports me

In my efforts to achieve an insoluble freedom, a future

The guru is inside me

The yogis find this truth to be self-evident

And revealed

The objectionists, the culturevationists, they want a balance to
      measure my product

There is none

All hypocrisy stops here

And then starts again

Begins with me

The doctor says