I get my best ideas when the
telephone rings and rings. It's no fun
to feel like a fool - when your
baby's gone. A new axe to my head:
Possesion. I create my own sword
of Damascus. I've done nothing with time.
A little tot prancing the boards playing
with Revolution. When out there the
world awaits and abounds with heavy gangs
of murderers and real madmen. Hanging
from windows as if to say: I'm bold-
do you love me? Just for tonight.
A One Night Stand. A dog howls and whines
at the glass sliding door (why cant I
come in there?) A cat yowls. A car engine
revs and races against the grain-dry
rasping carbon protest. I put the book
down and begin my own book.
Love for the fat girl.
When will SHE get here?