This one

for which I've not yet found the thought

could I suppose be about anything at all if I can think of it,

the shabbiness of my shoes or the sounds of city traffic,

but I prefer to keep closer to the subject, whatever it is ...

oh yes it's ...

but no, no

for in this jump into unthinking loquacity
I detect boredom for everyone
and the kind of personal junk mail that I don't wish to impose
even if it is encouraged.

No