The man who came and went
Turns out he was a poet
Living in that place of gibberish
Intoxicated into sense
For all his strict rigmaroles
Of grammatical exactitude
In even the most rudimentary
Commercial exchange
The whole time he was
Dreaming of gogyohka
And the way that people never say
What they feel inside
A man who never said
What he was up to
Or why anyone should care
About who he really was
And really wanted to do
Inside his permanent
Impermeable suit
It was a secret place
Shared only with the few
Who would understand
The art of verse is
To go missing chasing the lost
And how I myself only found this out
When he was gone
