Saturday, February 11, 2012


A Cirrus Clown

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-