Friday, September 22, 2006

ccxcvii

seems to me I’ve been here over a year. the slothful Marlowe spirits.
queasy my curiosity always seem such
swung instant message.  swing it.  take me there into that plausibility—
I spill coffee on Union Square.  I spill coffee like a
rubberband.  this car’s going by a Massachusetts.  as did I.
did I mention the time it takes me there.  to get me four.  four crying.  step on his feet
before I fall down.  that’s when I died.  he changes every four minutes.  every
last night is every day—
a cosmic instant message.  I’ve been fucking the possibility.  it seems he
hasn’t even called in.  blue grudgingly.  this is a pre-marriage issue—
problems keeping.