Buy junk, sell antiques. You Golden Meanies.
To gaze is to think: with your left eye, totler.
Bratya, recall that saying, and those Russian nights
glozing by the campfire: he lies like an eyewitness
or Andy Warhol, bean-machine, when two’s a crowd
and three’s a celebrity party. The brazen imagist.
Technique’s a thing: I use it for my print cuttings.
Found it! And they all lived unintelligibly thereafter.