Aug 15 3:15/lc

The umbraic moon:  surrounded by thick blue : palm trees should be there: a Bethlehem blue from childhood bell of snow:

It is possible to drown in air: he was doing that

You have to vacuum: the young poet is expected

exactly a year to the day you went to the poetry festival in Bratislava:
exactly six months since K and you let down the diving bell:
3 months, 3  x 9 bottles of wine, 3 dictionaries =
Rearranging the alphabet
Slovak into English:

to work below = rapture of the deep
the young poet will come here: these are the slow doors in:

Now however you can only think of this horror under the sea. The political games of  great nations sucking  air from 118 men. One of the men on board is named Dmitri. He's young, you heard his mother's voice on the radio tonight, pleading for help.

The heat dumbs you. You sit on the tram dumbly staring down at the knees of car drivers.

You look out the window but not at anything in particular: this you read was her definition of freedom

Not something you simply arrive and ask for:  

comes out suddenly : its waist wrapped in smoke: bright as a gong: and a bird begins to sing, and you think: all day the city hunkered miserable in its heat and now the night's reprieve: thin song of water pouring out, awakening.

She is coming on Friday and you must feed her. Rice (21KC). Onions (11KC?). Potatoes (11KC?). Coffee (18 KC). Bread (15KC). Milk (16KC)

You sit dumbly as the young bank executive says America is responsible for the plight of the Russian sailors. How so? you say dumbly. An American submarine crashed into the Russian submarine, sent it to the bottom. Your eyebrow goes up: Where did you get that? The newspaper.

He went out the window. She went out the window. In San Francisco, in Prague, in Bonn: poets are going out the windows.

If red boy pays you even half you'll be okay.  That should be enough.  

You rouse yourself: "There were about 200 Russian vessels in that area going through their war exercises; how did a US submarine slip by them, crash into the sub and get out undetected?"  "They're hushing it up." "The Russians wouldn't hush that up, it's got too much propaganda value for them."

The whole goddam place is a mess. It is a bowl of  soured blood. When you pick up the newspaper, the newspaper seeps blood.

Okay. It isn't enough.

Will come on Friday, it is 34 degrees C and you have to vacuum.

"Well it was in the paper..."  "What paper?"  "Rude Pravo."  "Rude Pravo - that old communist newspaper? You work for Citibank and you're quoting Rude Pravo?"

Cat food, kitty litter and toilet paper: 26 KC + 56KC + 24KC = 106KC .
Tomorrow. Before you meet red boy
you must

Vacuum.

Two weeks til the end of the month, rent, the dark of the moon.

What would you do down there? Knowing what they must know: no one is coming.  Everything hushed. Break glass, swim your way out. But the pressure on the body. There's no telling.