still barking out ther.
what would they like? I mean the reader.
last night's dream, perhaps-
get to it then:
I wantto tell you, reader, about... damn. lost.
about: a bout-of tiny nightmares!
what I'm trying to say is
the heat of eyeballs-
I mean the slip of sleepingtongue. cool fluids? cool juices, yes.
I'd like to say something meanningful about my mother;
the two of us floating near the ceiling punching keys-CHING-click, click
(take note: give her a call tomorrow... hmm, today).
cold! standing naked over desk at 2:13 writing.
make it quick- get it down, out, OUT!
prikling of pubic hair, goosification of skin;
the BODY: yes, write what you know!
internal revision. what a waste.
be tired enough to sleep, now.
bed: crumbs of fingerskin and smell
of unwashed backs under there. warm body. his face
wrinkling in the lightglow. sorry about all this.
what have I said? I haven't told the first thought that got me up.
how can I say this now? after all thats come between us.
because I certainly don't mean to offend— I simply want to
overstep my bounds.
now come here please.
let me put my arms around you.