Around the corner

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

Colors ugh all wrong

Why will not my body rise to meet the beast of too much 

Time how to move when no move known

The way awaiting 

water in its way aglow

yet I, am not lit up the page for me not lit with 

Being told 

untold, I am certain in a future telling

Restless at vivisection

Vivisected? 

Some think the world lacking and I think the world plentiful

Plenty come to me here we cannot push off a day For

Plenty to come

Fifth Avenue

Seeing missing faces on wrong bodies. Of my own I can feel my cells eating themselves, gleeful. Rikki Ducornet on Robert Coover on Harry Mathews: It’s all singing all of it. Green shoes.

Flagons

And so, a second scroll. A lovely day releases (will it be? Will it Be?). Loving the day is day here worth tasting.

To sample the bread. The double bread. The bread that is not shame, written and oral and 

Green painting—peremptory promise.

I am careful not to promise. Some are not.

Promiscuities. Bring me, say you at my right, sunset in a cup. 

Longing for the sea, lifelong.