Phone case

Sadly, a warm train means the d— just been in. The only picture is Fernando Rey. Reading The Children’s Bach. Many Italians in town. Always winds of trade. I am, rightfully, nauseous at the too familiar, too predictably promiscuous stylizations. 

Sprung, formed

The boy Barnett Newman, reading from Isaiah

Tribilium

Billbill (on bone). 

The beak dying down. In Desk Set rewatched, moody Katherine, her jig revealed, upfacing the truth of soon-to-change coat-hanger status, spoons with focus a heap of Baked Alaska (always capped). 

No fire onscreen. Allusion is illusion enough. (Woman fire plenty). Your kitchen, smoking—Tracy tells her. He can't do anything about it. So, the hidden blowtorch: thought, I think, its propulsions, its searing of unnamed immensities, cartwheeling blaze this now, this now, greet it, and do by it not as pain, it cannot pass to Tracy, him—body, finally, appreciated—correct from within yourself, transect all shadows of belief, soft meringue of yes, you know this feeling. Time always stretches when it does, indeed, eventually, come(s).

Around the corner

Fruit. who owns what and time. The sticker lifted to reveal. A smitten word, glacé, en glance. 

Boniface

For your consideration
That the entire history of painting no longer speaks 
These days to the art historian
So much right now dependably silent
It’s nice every once and a while to meet a real thing

Hebrides

Why is it, how is it, with Antonia’s we amuse ourselves. Excerpt III: 

By right of morning, you remind us, every rose who ever was is of you.

Fugue Julie Manet

A year later basics, such as; 

Waterfall inseamed

While still we substitute for sun food remains white and black ? or beige