13 august          3:15          macdougal street, manhattan

dear delicious crêpe:

predictable or un. seem to be awake
'neath blue light, blue shadow, homegrown
troubles and tremors of dislogic. is it hubris
to ask "why write"? to refuse to
lie down? senseless hydrations in impermanence
flee claw-footed towards the inhabited
west while railroad euphemizes post-slum
and a certain amount of prejudice is a prerequisite

it looked as if the fog was moving
but really we were.

dear siamese couplet, they dye
the calla lilies orange, blue, lavender
in order to appeal to the jersey
ladies. singularity is a condition
of skin. we were sincerely inside
the sky but less spacious than vitrined
pressed for time & pleasure, dear
curlique, where prospecting has no where
for lack of presence or presence of lack.

thank you, ma'am, for the excellent
transcontinental advice which
advertising subsumes happily
with sweat pretending to seep