Wednesday, August 15, 2007

dxviii

I can’t catch up with myself.   Trust me.
Suddenly this is the only thing
representative.

You want to whiten your teeth with the whitecaps?

Or ask a question without a question mark.
People go lifetimes like that.

These things can’t help but rub off.
On you and me.   Our clothes feel different.

I just met a nice lady named Denise
on the N train.   And ran 4 miles.

Here’s a moonrock, a little dirty
straw, strewn cones, and thistles

[This is when I really started writing.].