Wednesday, November 23, 2005

lxxxvii

now a novel I begin
anew a nod up from

the chair a fish up my
black chicken raindrops

off the gates I made to
Chinatown in apple juice

it’s a promise to the
nose creeps blown

out from behind
the blue comforter

a horrible horrible
rubble rubble

an office guy
he wakens up tics

tacks on a spiritual
talcum

for the November
of the love

and his plum wish
wishes a plot outline