Tuesday, October 25, 2011

mdvii

I am concerned with this alcohol of approaching smoke
                                                    —Michael Palmer

No.   I’m just trying to milk the present one
until its last dying breath.   This page is
out of touch with reality.   He may have been
having a little fun with someone else.   I

pour a glass of lemonade into the silence,
happy if they are happy, having a feeling,
knowing the truth.   We share an afternoon
discussing the word inconsistent.   I want

to take a bath, to clip my nails, to drink
lemonade.   I know I’m straddling the
frame a little bit.   I wonder if I’m
somewhat reasonable.   Beautiful

day of secret stuff.