but in the morning, when flowers animate your hand doused w rain
or late when the sun slants on cattle clumps by the powerstation –
! tonight, a dust mite between penstro/kes hesitates at the o-k like it has a basic
thought process – mine for instance when i bathe, sweep the floor & say good morning.
I’m handicapped like my spacebar doesn’t work. I almost fkd but i won’t unless
urgent, sum aesthetic purpose – for emphasis; in anger –
sw/ off when it hurts or someone threatens me & never fear
much – i’m not expected to perform, & when i flop, well. make love-
poetry redundant, unrequited like the scrape across my canvas
w the palette knife
thanks Dean. i like the implication that it’s a weird pearl. But know: i don’t no what’s going on, much.
ahhh…do we need/nead to know/no what’s going on? probably not/knot.
the dust mite reminds me of a similar thing i wrote/rote about…i’ll find it and join it to the string of weird pearls