When the house falls you wonder
If there will ever be poetry
—Jack Spicer
If there will ever be poetry
—Jack Spicer
I think the main reason for the
irrational emotional disarray that
occurred off and on for a few days
recently might have been the dreams.
Would you like to hear some blasphemy?
I’ve gotten rather annoyed with the inordinate
amount of stacked Jack Spicer lines that have
found me reading them, quickly lately, this
present Spicer era is moving fast, because I’m
attempting to get my body through them?
I break them into servings less eternal, less
infernal with my favorite television shows.
To think that I can intersperse my days and
nights with these brilliant burbling brooks.
Creeks Filled with Televisions Sets (Lily Pods)
