(1.) Bearing this in Mind: “I sore (-ily) Doubt” Bores in my Mind
(2.) There is an Event and we Live there.
(3.) This Event is Made out of Interruptions and
Disasters that never quite
Happen.
(4.) Strange:
Nobody here but us Histories
(5) Regardless:-----------àNothing I could (in) clob
(6.) Oh-----------àthat little Nudging of your Body towards etc
(7.) And –et
(ens) Etc
(8.) Once again, it is about The Body and all its Burdens
of Forget-Me-Not Traps and Manners
that are Meant to be Dealt with in the Placement of Affirmation in the
Blistering Palms
(9.) The Great Effort to Resuscitate: your Enclosure, your Resistance
(10.) The Impatience of each Disruptive Production:
“Over Here, against the Building, Breaking-Badly,
Over There.”
(11.) Confronted with the Alarming Relief of his Personality, I thought:
“But, in the Sense of, What-the-fuck-
Happens.”
(12.) As Always: the Desire, repetitively, for a fucking Narrative
(13.) Okay:---------------àto Pursue this in all its Cost
(14.) Stories: How about a Beginning like: “I
was Never More than Quite Right,” He thought, while twiddling his Toothpick in
his Teeth, against a Backdrop of what Appeared to be the Perishing Fire of this
Day.” OR:---àthe Clusters of her Sense
of Gravity revolved around what wasn’t quite Low enough, wasn’t quite ever Calm
enough, but yet, with a Fit of
Resolve and Balm of what ultimately would Survive the Social Perils of a Dinner
Party.”
(15.) And then, Faithfully, Comes the Period.
(16.) I will one Day, Write: “The History of Men
doing the Pleasures of Violence upon the Back of a Pigeonistic Glee”
(17.) “Frankly,
what you Have to Say, doesn’t Contain much, and this, will be Duly Noted.”
(18.) The Night my Life came Apart from the
Start
(19.) The Frenzied
Rimming of all my old Damaged Days
(20.) “Oh
God, They Really Do Bite—[!]”
(21.) A Sign that Reads: “And How Now to
Continue, Now.”
(22.) Nothing I could ever Say, would Change
this or make this any Better, but for You, I will Say: We will Sit here, on the
steps of Lower Wacker Drive and Consider just what the Hell, we will do, with
the Balance, of our Remaining Days
(23.) The Lights from the West: Briefly, and Sadly,
fucking Impotent
(24.) Chicago is (in) US (is) in All
(25.) My Fondest Memory was always the Morning I
spent Humping you in my Cold White Dress
