Ceremonial Garbs

By God! Aptness to stay inside! The will to drift, stonefly, unto stale Hunger to further cover in dust No more to twist around idle Wrap yourself up in misfitting hats Elusive choking scarves for to talk Aloof, in your misgiving gloves Uncouth, in your ceremonial garbs Shift your frosted lids: a slim parting Shake your bastard head upon starting Hurdy-gurdy double-dutch Half light brings the peddling vagrant Show us your unholy molars Expose to us your untouchable scars Reveal your unquenchable thirst Show to us your ceremonial garbs Halt! You coil into turf To spur accounts of the town-land For my fables, long drawn Me, my red suit, my ceremonial garbs