(0) I Would like to be
Beautiful when that Remark Signifies
(1) Today: I Followed a Sentence away from the Limits of my
Obsession.
(2) If you are thinking “soap” then you’re not
Leaving, but you Are, Coming closer
to a Language that we both have the Hopes of Penetrating.
(3) Which Means: I Observe Two Fat Pigeons at Play, but in my Thoughts,
I am Continuing on my Conversation with one of the last Remaining Elevator
Conductors in Chicago, about my Desire to
Close Myself within some Mirror of Caligula
(4) My Essence, was Active yet Negating
(5) “Lock Up My
Heart”------------à“No More, No More…” She Might
have Said
(6) You Body thuds
over What it
Cannot Contain, yet would so Greatly
Desire to Contain
(7) The Phrase: “But I Have Nowhere to Go…” Must, this
very Minute, Leave my fucking House
(8) I Step Through
Pleasure’s Stimul, as one, who Might Step Over a Widow
(9) “…like Coughin’-On what Wither (it) to Be…”
(10) And Sometimes: The City’s Pulsion
is Problematic
(11) This City always Bests whatever Else Attempts to
Resemble Suspense
(12) The Guttural Function of
a Speculative Sigh
(13) Which was Meaning to
Say: “Let us Fuck (it) Slowly…”
(14) “Well, and Yes…” Even if Absence shall Ultimately Rule
(15) In Other Words:-----------àWhat Kiss does your Body Inhabit
(16) This is Becoming, at the
same Time, the Culmination of my own Ethics, and of my own Development of an Obscene Grin