What I’m doing now is write.
—John Ashbery
A lot of coming
on this paper here.
India, Philadelphia,
Colorado, Los Angeles.
Fell on a dork.
Outside swishes
now smile, an acorn.
Is that your answer
ain’t funny. Oh, but
I was so ready to leave,
to sleep. To rap it, love.
.... Rapid love.
Wrap it up in a poetry
security. Play with it
more (“...rampant ...rampart...”).
Came on the couch;
rabid come. Calypsos,
what a trip! Came
some more. Collapses.
What an oaky mesh!
