the very idea that i could be

liking to say things, all kinds of things, mostly about the way things seem

yes, there is a gap between us always has been now it is

we are nearly always a world which almost

life and even one good thing– anything, a course in wonders becomes? no school, thanks not for me. no lesson one so likes declaring to find itself legs. no

the center holds itself still that rockets believably may be seen exploding in all directions from somewhere vaguely

unspeakable dearth of nutrient the cause of the complaint, lack of the sweet titmilk of human connection,

like bell bottoms or disco but we need it to think i’m dead

better fucking eat it all up. time is getting drunk & may puke, be rude, before finally

got the sex drive of 15 young bulls, but the women are all scared.