We haven’t talked about anything serious.
And here’s David Lynch where the bugs make
so much noise. It’s the opening of a guaranteed
cure for boredom. One night I asked him,
“Are you going to stay with me?” and he said yes,
and then the camera bored into the earth.
Now it’s all stopped. Now,
the camera hesitates before a Camel hard pack.
I’m attempting to answer one final time, and
have sent one thousand pages to the left.
I know I must have patience and, unfortunately,
my best attitude has gotten lost in the scenery:
a verdant backdrop with, perhaps, a dead bird.
I’m so sad about the angel.
