Time, corrosive time.
On the
airplane of love.
With an
envelope. It’s an old
house
of pills. Time,
explosive
time. Event unnecessary.
Burgeoning spirit.
Sync
in progress. A
cloudful
of unbalanced nectar.
Of unenveloped loam.
A beautiful rainy day
full of go home and
Arafat dead. Walk
up the hill and write.
9:05am. The pen-
ultimate chapter
of Stevens. It’s
not a strike now.
Triple latté dis-