i hear Buffalo Bill's defunct
and it's too bad but what can i do to match the
matchless
g(l)ory
[you can read it in me]
but then i reading about the youngbloodwildhaireds and sanskrit of ants in the sand mark EL next to the mermaids, who are occupied so with one another that they cannot sing for me or lawrence or even my oldest friend thomas stearns
and if not for we three then for whom? certainly not for eeeeeeeeeeeeeeee
who seems so hellbent on my perpetual confoundedness and enamoredment and
oh how i miss those who love me when i
and i drown
and the sounds are in my head but enough to murder

even sleep.

i have no reasons but those

and hope on
or what am i?

07/19/2002

Author's Note: thank you, e.e.c. and l.f.

Posted on 07/19/2002
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