As/Is







5.19.2004


Apologies for the War Work

I have tea before work a little kindness.

Wherewithal something always goes awry.

Floating above myself as usual I am absent.

This La Quinta goes on; the pen is silent.

Try a little; why can't I take better care.


And wishing is hoping and continue this later.

The gas hike is deserved in the deseret cracker.

Gorgeously a future tense awaits in a crater.


Blakean trills on the upswing he is all urge.

Apologies for the war work but it's all flack.

Going into this picture again with protectors.

Flagellants opposite me apropos but roping me in.

Scanning news I site a large black vole (voila).