...
Dear Mr. P - [stop] -
...
I was your knife in the water, a credit card kept exclusively for killing - [stop] -
I was a gingersnap on your sugar train, a flower-filled glory box to swallow your whole wide world - [stop] -
I was night, night of the electric insects, praying mantis and ladybug — nervous animals, lotus eaters, enjoying a ceremonial after meal
- [stop] -
I was slivers of pseudoscience poisoned by man-made seasons — a new and beautiful and interesting disease - [stop] -
You and me, we are now the same — snapshots in sheared time, before the closedown of our impossibly ****** impulses - [stop] -
...
Best wishes, V
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Type….

Erase

Type…

Erase

Nothing seems right
Stuck in one place

You can burn a book,
but never burn its truth
The flames sear the meaning,
tattooed at the root

Dousing this sacrilege,
my felony went untried
Escaping with the Muse in tow
—a fugitive decried

(Dreamsleep: January, 2022)

“Replay the riff in G,”
Robby said to Ray

“Come in a half beat behind,”
they both said to John

Then the three looked at Jim who said…
“Lay it all down,
turn it all over,
and pull it all back”

(8901 West Sunset Boulevard: West Hollywood California, 7-21-1966)