Time, corrosive time. On the
airplane of love. With an
envelope. It’s an old house
of pills. Time, explosive
time. Event unnecessary.
Burgeoning spirit. Sync
in progress. A cloudful
of unbalanced nectar.
Of unenveloped loam.
A beautiful rainy day
full of go home and
Arafat dead. Walk
up the hill and write.
9:05am. The pen-
ultimate chapter
of Stevens. It’s
not a strike now.
Triple latté dis-
infectant.
