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(1) “Fracture,
Polatta, écossaise”---------------à (2) Here, once again, at Month’s End, you
Rendezvous in your own Dissolution,
in which, Insidiously, I Arisen. (3)
And then that Matter of Intimacy, Meaning: I’m
Usurped by the Removal, its Lack and its
Layered, yet Limpid Context. (4) And the Sun-Setting, as if, Waving Good-Bye,
for itself: a Precious Jewel. (5) The Way the Temperature unexpectedly Rises, bringing the sweatslum of Summer, the Sun, the
Achilles Rupture, and the Ensuing Jiggled Blood-Pressure. (6) A Sentence I Wrote Yesterday: is
akin to howreling in a High-Cranial doze.
(7) A kind of
Derelict City and Repeat after Me: “I
Ain’t even 25 Pages in this Shit…” (8) And this is why I no longer Write anything which Extends beyond
Footnotes, Trappings, Nips and Flicks of the Wrist is this. (9) I was Overcome with a Momentary Eagerness to
Consider what you have done with your Life.
(10) Tucked,
Squeezed and Dragged my Dick Home, between Cheeks and Bad Knees on these
Streets. (11) Nothing like a Pigeon’s Ass Solidly Behind
you to get you Wanking, ---------------àEh, Hein Armsy~?
(12) Pleasure is a Purely
Temporary Artifice and rather Mundane, Ordinary even; Thus: why should I Get-Up
to its Throes of Illusion, when I know that Pleasure comes in Disguises and is
Rarely recognized at the Time or Appreciated~? (13) I am in the Doghouse of my Competitor, Attempting to Pass a
Kernel for the Past 3 Days. (14) Stopped just off Lawrence to Photograph
a new Construction. (15) How to make a Picture in Writing
of a Thing (your Ass) that isn’t a Pussified
Discursive Avoidance (that Milkly Mane) of the Ass itself, when one could
just Kneel, bury the Nose and Eat~? (16) A Tendency to Bloviate
my Looks into Clarity (and then Slowly back out of the Stare of the mirror). (17) The only Bullshit I ever Loved was Mine which was Divine. (18) What we used to call a “thumper”. (19) Oh, Don’t Mind Me:
I’m just Brimming (Over) with a Simple
Satisfaction. (20) The Guttural
Laugh that Begins in the Gut and Extends the Width of a Spine. (21) I Stomach what I can Stomach and
then Whisk-Off to the South. (22) And
Let’s Not Forget Now: the Lurch of Sadness that Precedes
my Vehicle’s Wild and Abandoned Acceleration.