Thursday, July 19, 2007

cdxcix

Close your eyes and listen to the sounds,
concentrate on each one. Count the corpses in your head.

Close Count Concentrate Corpse.

A fine day. Another partition. Another
evocative hint. That’s a lazyass way of looking at it.

I’m always to be in fact. Like purple
blossoms in the courtyard and Philip Whalen on the bus.