I’m Sorry
or Hemlock
How can I not love you? Please tell me, because
I am afraid that loving you means pushing you away.
Tell me how Beethoven could not have loved the strings,
the piano, music. How could Shakespeare not have loved
the quill and the stage, his art? How might Socrates not have
been enamored of the Truth?
My art? Loving you. Help me extricate myself.
I am hopeless. Driven toward masterpiece.
You, Me.
Sunday, January 24, 2010
Friday, January 08, 2010
Dear Prudence
Darling Richard
I want to say the following thing, I don’t know whether I should be saying this to you, I, uh, took a picture on Main Street where the Metropolitan Plant . . . was, where there’s a little wired corner of the senior housing with a unicorn in it, I took a picture. It’s no longer there. I don’t know if it was vandalized or not. I haven’t been there in a while. But I asked one of the resident’s what it meant and he said, “Hope.” There used to be a unicorn shop in town, I discovered. Just for novelties. I was out there once and there were some boys near this woman sitting. She demanded, you know, not demanded she said there was a boy throwing gargabe so I told him not to litter. I have a right to say that to him because I am an adult. I called Champagne Rivera. I think I just wanted to make sure I was really there because I lost the paper. I spoke to a nice operator. I think that’s where they do government research, there. I used to ride past on my bicycle, government research and I think there was a CIA office there also. And the last thing I want to say is I had a bad experience with my dog last night and I called my doctor and he said I had a bad habit with my dog. I have lots of bad habits. My doves. There were these boys by the recreation field. They were playing, throwing a ball, I don’t know if I should say this, throwing their balls, ball in the air, and I yelled at them. There was truck, a Good Earth truck, parked. It was there blocking them. They probabaly had a right to be there playing those boys. I think it was a Good Earth truck. I hope I didn’t say the wrong thing.
I want to say the following thing, I don’t know whether I should be saying this to you, I, uh, took a picture on Main Street where the Metropolitan Plant . . . was, where there’s a little wired corner of the senior housing with a unicorn in it, I took a picture. It’s no longer there. I don’t know if it was vandalized or not. I haven’t been there in a while. But I asked one of the resident’s what it meant and he said, “Hope.” There used to be a unicorn shop in town, I discovered. Just for novelties. I was out there once and there were some boys near this woman sitting. She demanded, you know, not demanded she said there was a boy throwing gargabe so I told him not to litter. I have a right to say that to him because I am an adult. I called Champagne Rivera. I think I just wanted to make sure I was really there because I lost the paper. I spoke to a nice operator. I think that’s where they do government research, there. I used to ride past on my bicycle, government research and I think there was a CIA office there also. And the last thing I want to say is I had a bad experience with my dog last night and I called my doctor and he said I had a bad habit with my dog. I have lots of bad habits. My doves. There were these boys by the recreation field. They were playing, throwing a ball, I don’t know if I should say this, throwing their balls, ball in the air, and I yelled at them. There was truck, a Good Earth truck, parked. It was there blocking them. They probabaly had a right to be there playing those boys. I think it was a Good Earth truck. I hope I didn’t say the wrong thing.
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