Subterranean

Ferlinghetti deigns from on high, is that my memory, you have to wonder why, if it's true, he’s as bad as me, goggles blue as jewels, his diamond eyes burn bright, has hopes of continuing free, the manager here is fine, says what a work crew, she fires off breezily, they’d sleep till noon, sailing the sky, then sink below scrutiny, in this cold April light, they're so sad and cool, who can expect sympathy, when things turn unusual, on these long dives, he sinks for the company, doesn’t know if she’s right, it’s all for the café’.