c. 1976

As schemes, of critics, moves ,
money, his corporative skills,
banker, margin, map.
I do it (writing)
but I like to hunger
( a French pastry),
condition of honestly gobbling
the condition of
there being
“nothing else”
but the vast planets swinging
words
moon
stars
you need the feeling
of your imagination—
it might as well be any day—
this one
Don Juan
erases your history—
this page—
several nights alone—
moments of loneliness—
earrngs—
wearings—
summonings—
one project—
Marrakech—rooms:
Louise: “I'll do something about your form.”
microcosm/ macrocosm/ narcissism/ reverie.

Who is thus
not learning
still to speak,
whose words are money,
love subtracted
from the third aspect.

We designed a topical space,
sandy shelf, tropical
now when to stop,
where follows
no listener
the night determined
unasked
from the part of the object,
the shelf.
Complicated but unfinished,
it suggested
the frightened posture
of a thinker who
in one day knows
how to be listened to,
listening, silent,
a celebration of a minor change
followed now by a hushed counterpoint
(remember?) which announces the eruption.

Out of an utterance of letters
it decrees a vast off-center point
of origin
of energy.
As “hurried” graces an afterthought
(Tzara, speed),
a particular life style,
“removed”
to a canvas of sun,

someone,
“you” might have said
an example of
this
might be an allusion
(hiding “apologizing”),
pre-reduced,
pre-read,
turning language
around premeditated
thought, afterthought,
intentionally documented.

As several, the article
of them
said about that
object earlier,
novel, reference,
it moved,
was painted in a journal
(date, journal).
That was all sun on this map.
The music accompanying
the first part
of the consecutive order
of sentences.

Corporations, collaborate.
The personality you used to say frequently—
but you never would say “you”,
remember that.
As a turned around to think about where
to start whispering the sentence in your ear,
the choices were not always arbitrary,
or Egyptian. But what.
So equals aesthetic.
I thought they were asking for
tangerines,
dense as accordion
practicing watchful,
full, frozen, tense,
delicate, accurate.

You remember another year,
of more of that,
color of close encounters of
how you get around prescriptions
ooops I maybe meant
around the wrong alley
echo of which one had heard it
duplicated
before Biafra,
infra,
unless.

Unless someone (Saturn)
actually is visible in trees
(like beating a stick inside a garbage can in the Bronx at night, fish)
just more hopes of the same,
some in a whiny voice.

It was ticklish just like that
but exact,
a long list disappearing
in the minute particular memos,
memorandums
in Poe's slippery dreams,
the substitute
in ordinary graceful fugues,
the calendar of twos,
a real favorite
words
I was just thinking
before
I started writing
down
thinking
of a name
right now
but
intrude.

Speaking of galaxy,
what was that
all afternoon
as she
brushed her hair.

Breath, you'd think
that
sensually,
but habit
and the same one long face,
pallid, bored, lips parted
intrudes with
“Avast! ...
in the neighborhood
of whimsical skills
walls can be whispered.”