Tuesday, March 19, 2013

mdccclxiv

I need the ghosts.  I’ve got to get
to the ghosts now.

A stomach churning spaghetti
over a postcard.

From the perspective of the
stomach.

Get a lens on this.  I potentially
have two hours

to write it all down.  Packing away
the limbo I’m in.

I’ve been in.  Partitioned funk.  I
look better

at the movies than I do on a
dancefloor.

The shame of.  The shame of.
I need

to be there in person.  Manic
toxicity & all.

Are you up to speed?  In
general?

Let’s read a few
books.