Cleans Their Ears
I caught a certain timbre, struck at two diametrically opposed points, ON A CERTAIN HEIGHT, which sent me from RESONANCE to RESONANCE, to another level where I snatched, in flight, several axes of suspension at the same time—PENDULUM WITH DIVERSE AMPLITUDES.
Send Me Love Letters
so I could have them examined
by a graphologist
IN HOPES ONCE MORE OF COMING ACROSS THAT FISSURE WHERE THE SUN HAS penetrated YOU WITH ITS shadow AND FORGETFULNESS HAS insinuated ITSELF, infiltrated, WAKEFULNESS invading YOUR SLEEP, UNTIL YOUR MIND IS SUBMERGED; so you can sneak into this hole in your dazzled memory, first in search of a name whose sinuosities you’d marry . . . in order to become one in body with the calligraphy then finally grow drowsy in this word . . . and sleep—rest in peace—sleep as far as possible.
Yes, I am LACTOSE INTOLERANT.
I Have No Patience for
And, I Won’t Stand for It.
THERE IT WAS POSSIBLE TO FIND USED LOSSES,
HAZARDS OF GOOD LUCK
hollowed-out husk of your former self
TEARING THE CLOTH OF A WHITE NOISE