15 FOOTNOTES TO A BRIEF HISTORY OF HOW I VESTIBULED IN A VERBALED VAT OF THAT

⁽¹⁾ Here is my recatoom Ruffed-Up in Ruinous Light

⁽²⁾ Or Perhaps: Two Pigeons Appearing in Resinous Flight

⁽³⁾ “There are Women whose Asses are as Ample as Apple Trees”

⁽⁴⁾ Oh, and Then: a Snapshot of my Lips to your Ears

⁽⁵⁾ “Let’s Bunker-Down and get to The Heart of the Gapes…”

⁽⁶⁾ It is when from the very Beginning, an Experience feels, and the City can Feel, Emotional (-ily) Devoid (e.g).-----àthere is such little Consequence, when something is not, (rot), was never, ever Familiar

⁽⁷⁾ From a Scenic Moment, to an Operation: in the Mind, a Rumination of a Smile: Destroyed against some early January Temptation, yet We’ll Remain, or Attempt to Gauze within a Sense of “Being Stoic”, or Strophic, but Regardless, I’ll Enjamb the Body in this Cheek, or Vestibule and You’ll all the Same

⁽⁸⁾ And like a Downpour: You Dashed all along my Lash

⁽⁹⁾ ß-------------àhobloheartß-------------à

⁽¹⁰⁾ Why is my Emphasis, always on Abbreviating Beginnings, or the Denial of a Warning that the Streetlights were Down as your Face suddenly Verbaled~?

⁽¹¹⁾ It would Really be Something to not feel Compelled to Condemn Another to the Tormenting Authority of Desire

⁽¹²⁾ And As for Lovers: The Singular Body, Always, so Poor (-ily) (and) Divvied-Up

⁽¹³⁾ And So: the Flying Bullshit, One Must Endure

⁽¹⁴⁾ And So Too Directed to One:-------------à “My Unbearable Little Dear…”

⁽¹⁵⁾ I will Empty Myself of all Light and Morning, until Tonight, you’re Wet with the Residue of what you cannot, ever Hope, to Forget