now a novel I begin
anew a nod up from
the chair a fish up my
black chicken raindrops
off the gates I made to
Chinatown in apple juice
it’s a promise to the
nose creeps blown
out from behind
the blue comforter
a horrible horrible
rubble rubble
an office guy
he wakens up tics
tacks on a spiritual
talcum
for the November
of the love
and his plum wish
wishes a plot outline
