you do not follow Survive and Prosper
sound of a regular drip
huge mesh head glowing there

planet retrograde to its double star
crumple the cough drop wrapper
but leave it on the table

Dingir Illum, Kmosh
the sun gone · from the deserted street

robots
that eat questions

"I HAVE NO HOME

I follow the road
nowhere goes to,
the one somewhere
comes from.

If I passed here before,
wore a path into the stone
other than my own,
ignore that fetish form.

On the staircase
each tier vibrates as
the desire to descend
contends with the urge
to awake.

In that same dark
where the groundfloor gets lost
the upper story
may find its way."

--Bill Knott

Perhaps that s why we have compassion for the

1.
range smoking shards of each slow second
Into the next, happen
As if it was not happened
Only as if it could not happened
Only as if it could not happened that did you and leave for me to me in the telephone
Jerked awake, in a jabbering alarm,
Rememb

2.
irth
Pushing through that strange smile.
What happened.
What accumulation of that let me in the ashtray with that let me release you say over the membrane of each slow second
Into my ear: 'Your wife is dead.'
f the ashtray against which you say

3.
n
Or a measured injection,
Coolly delivered its four whole life,
Like effort unconscious, like a selected weapon
Or a measured its four whole life,
Like effort unconscious, like birth
Pushing through that strange smile.
What letter
So carefully ann

4.
f each slow second
Into the ashes off your wife is dead.'
eble exposure over everything.

And I had become such a hunted thing,
Sleepless, hopeless, all its dreams exhausted.
What accumulation of your plan.
Off that letter to me in the ashtray w