The date is vital
to
the process, keeping a journal, since you asked.
Enough about meme. All you meant to convey is me, me or
même.
Let's talk about you, making an
effort. Rise and shine to strange
bird song in mid-winter.
You are warmer, if not warm. The date is departure, conclusively
starting over.
Collection of rubbish should be top of the
agenda, on the job gossip amongst postmen.
Fuel consumption somewhere near
pathological, pardon my footprint.
Once upon a time were a number of highly
trained ears. It takes years to
sift through the debris.
There's a solitary and singularly ugly high-heeled shoe (one
of a pair) near the path.
Have you noticed what must be a rather
large woman, limping?
I don't know how to begin to answer that
question in a text. A phone call
will have to suffice.
Face to face. Date, time, place. Fine, if you are into pool
parties. It doesn't stop
raining.
Did you know the city is built on
marshlands?
One misses the sound of a voice.
Nearly new
marriages
fray at the edges
when visitors are more interesting than
spouses.
The year ended with introductions to a
whole untapped universe,
more exotic fish in the sea than ever came
out of it, uncommonly mild temperatures,
rivers in spate, precipitate bird song.
Cast wool, complete first complex rows,
toss dice on six houses.
Ash
flowers
obscure
stone strewn railway receding to vanishing point.
Forensic display links one beginning to In
the Beginning.
gold teeth, hair, tired wire-rimmed
spectacles.
How thin can you stretch synchronous
destruction before it succumbs?
I
think (in your words, your mind's eye) binds
nihilism with threads,
tightening ribbons of bodice, fastening Lilith's indiscreet gossamer
gown.
What instrument deciphers geodes at
distance?
How do we read residue of burnt offering?
Epoch
Removal strategies vibrate pensively,
poke at past,
sheared
close, our seasons rough,
desolation salvaged
from
rich vaporous revolution.
Coffee seems thinner today,
factual
lines waver, cut onto canvas.
You appear off-center, visibly stirred,
speaking behind a screen of green foliage.
Lost countenance escapes and re-appears,
often enough to serve my self, not yours.
Cast a key before entering endurance of the same old question.
Are you with me?
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