August 2012 – Page 24

excuse, excuse again, rm 8 : & enter twice & over your shoulder that loon if you please stop that bawlin’ the charmer had, & we are all goin’ out for omlettes

excuse the 2 & double space rm 8

the fabled drop the ocean in you say secure it, & of salted rime or peppered sky no word except the all too rare, the pale beyond compare the iodized no end, per se, the chlorinate, so curious & alchemical, I do not mind the distillate