Monday, September 26, 2005

xlv

We haven’t talked about anything serious.

And here’s David Lynch where the bugs make

so much noise. It’s the opening of a guaranteed

cure for boredom. One night I asked him,

“Are you going to stay with me?” and he said yes,

and then the camera bored into the earth.

Now it’s all stopped. Now,

the camera hesitates before a Camel hard pack.

I’m attempting to answer one final time, and

have sent one thousand pages to the left.

I know I must have patience and, unfortunately,

my best attitude has gotten lost in the scenery:

a verdant backdrop with, perhaps, a dead bird.

I’m so sad about the angel.