hot, all about the cedars, good I have my fan rubberband- ed ’round my spine- less book, & a ‘brella just in case pigs fly — they usually do, & wonder why, cannot he see thru it
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Viridian
I’m only painting sky today, blue lakes tomorrow maybe shore, which to use of ultima & truly — I must go out, I’m running out of green
Quondam II
Persephone, persuasion’s self, would float upon volcanoes for a bit of sun & sing thereon; Pallas on an Ossan sofa heard her, & was there, shoulder & shoulder almost a silence in each ear, merely said, ‘You can do it’
I’m so bad in corners — I’d rather be a circle; what to do but spit & lift both feet — tell me now how to do it, where the wall- wood & the other, like a kiss, leads thru ‘m
a spot align across a stage… two ballerinas’ polka dots & tap shoes, one red cape