Thursday, March 02, 2006

clviii

good surly morning.
a dunkin’ diagonal from a cloud-pop
crosses a chilly palm. it’s a
Japanese October we haven’t
gloamed. hot beard last night.
this morning’s desparation. don’t
put on your backpack, umbrella. I
simply need to stop reading.
moshi moshi relationship. my dunkin’
window should read the new
library overhanging malevolence.
lost him to the rain I nearly fainted.
shoot my neck with such spangled
vigor I’m mostly dated. strictly speaking
white loathsome and self-effacing.
they seem to have more rain it’s
been my experience. a fluttering
turn-on with cold winter encroaching.