guess what I am listening to now.
Sent at 1:26 PM on Friday"
as it fries you mind the thou;
soon the fire sickens into a bowl by the sink
and we bring somehow to line a found array
I mean, as long as we're doing the same thing.
A thought bothered, I read. I’m told
that it is needed by the people. I point to the people
and exaggerate for emphasis. Would you
let yourself go for the buzz of a good nom de plume?
Sometimes a name begs writings to it.
As for whiplash—Eastern Europe has
no concept of whiplash. Perhaps this whole shebang
is charcoal and blackening fingers. Football makes me sick,
though I mean soccer and people tell me I can’t be taken seriously
if I keep using words like that. We mean so well
in America with all our we, so unused to one
another. We began to make plans for what would happen
in the new year by which we hope to recover
but until then we are housebound and contacted
with pink eye and bodily decrepitude which may not be
much to get wise over but we could afford to miss entirely
the secret we could worry we really could if you will mind
our ungainliness against the gain, that’s possible.
We just need to crest on talking to one another
dumping water onto water, sitting in the room
that has slowly gone dark, sitting in the dark
just say you would like to keep listening, that you liked
thinking I am hard to read but knowing I am not, even a little
ventral segment you could worry about
between two nodal points, holding a tune.
So I’ll give you a call. It's hard to get together.
After a series of paintings by Emily
We saw everything you could imagine and there were hundreds of them.
My question is: you slept alone last night. So for all this time
I've been Nixon and you've been yourself, sitting by the window
where, somewhere in the gathering, light rain wooshes a cloud's edge
just above the blue midsection of a lightly tinseled tree
clear against the lighter blue wall, which is background only
thru the elimination of less likely colors in a similar kind of pattern
which he almost points out, saying "I have been awake for eleven hours
and I am ready to go to sleep now. I am that to which you would say NO to
but you missed me: I was twenty minutes late. I did see something, it does relate
to looking into those townships groups and communities because
of the way the growth of the city had formed ignorance or disregard
of the deep river below the drift of snow which obscures it, purely. Rosy too,
as smoke and fog will allow; as little bits of red creep everywhere
and a comet will disintegrate backwards. We are loathe to drop it out,
lest there is deliberation. You draw a cherry branch towards them.
