I am very bummed out. Hockey playoffs and preparing conference papers don't mix.
The Habs and Bruins, game seven tonight! I would love to see Montreal stick it to Boston in Boston; I will be in the basement writing about Alice James and invalidism. Andrea, on the other hand, will be upstairs biting her nails. The Avs handled Dallas in 5 games.
The Average Everyday
Being of My Being,
Mine with Many Things
Still Outstanding Since
I Became Ill February
Until I began Being Well
Howes--Susan and Fanny;
Kharms & Vvedensky;
The James Family;
Our Dog, slave owner;
arguing with writers
naive about their own
solipsism; their own public
their own mine own;
All located in a back pocket brushing a hole towards emptying out
on the counter six bananas bruising crystal sweetness; a morning
sunset; woke wrong side of the bed; a frost sucked pink
from the crab apples blossoms; pink's absence is green; wait twelve months
more for a smell I cannot remember; patiently; paleteria bells or horns;
his crooked leg; the broken street; out-turned collar; bleach; semen; blood;
crescent ridged waxing moon there three fingers; a bench,
lampost, four gnats, sour mouth; campari and ice; stopped
smoking three years ago tomorrow; your suggestion; antibiotics; mornings
I delivered the Hartford C; pissed in gastanks; stood in mold aged or WASP polished foyers;
parted sandy hair; or raked green stench from city beach; guarded nobody like pedaled
nowhere; who would swim in such filth other than the bluefish?
Virgin head; a horizon not as important as a sky not defined.