8 august          2:55          haight street, san francisco

dear pamplemousse:

this is the undreamt record of the places i haven't been.
the howling cat named dracula. maul equals language.
here's the full sentence you asked for. when did furniture
become conservative? with a cloudy background & two clocks—
what else?—ticking without intention of music in a mart
world where no sale is final.

(dear sweet jane,
the sad dream about you. the streets & we are narrow,
your hair like the rain on a rainy day. a condition
of or. also we walk steeply, mistakes, radar
devices, silicon. a facial tattoo given while on
the phone—lovely shoulders—a variable speed
drill in its box unused. your scabs precede you.
talk is cheap. in absence you have learned stubbornness
notwithstanding to dance. carnelian. locations of
sweetness & all stones turned. sung out of tune.)