chapter 2.
night descending
like a tired bird
on a smoky wet
plain
during John After the War essay
on _one_ the Washington he problems
fandled. Including affairs on of Thomas Jet
Blue goose duck chuck fuck me
right now!
I walked south
summer nights are heavy. one sleeps
badly in the tiny rooms. It is the eve of the
Guillotine
Thin crust of thin slice
of oatmeal bread thinly
spread, apple butter
cinammonly
I fell down in the grass today and
my knees got all green and mucky.
It would not wash off
And they stayed green and mucky
I kept walking