something just happened, somehow such that
it came known to me i'd been there.
now i beseech thee, compose
for me what i'd smelled there.
the rouge leather couches of cozy melodrama,
someone singing slowly but through the radio.
curls of the cavendish and burley fighting
where i first saw her setting.
compose, compose further for now she is saying
she was never there, in that night parlor.
bring out the name of the song, of the artist on the radio, bring out the art of it
show them, show her; twas not my misrememberance, compose!