Generator I mean a crystal wrapped it
in wire there are four they are there in
the blue room all that is left of the big
dreams of our generation are letters:::
J & M: the meaning is salad & such—
is unnecessary beyond the felt touch
Why is she gray? The child is asking
She is not gray. A long time ago photos
had no color to them. Santaland melts
away in golden puddles & this street
is being newly paved — asphalt death
odor Nox Ion Gatekeeper of obits &:
The bird on the concrete ≠ metaphor
is not even bird is something else

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Good morning Goodbye I love you
The window is now a black horizon
memory loss tracked integrity in-out:
what is outside is what is inside
When: the sound matrix forces
re-memory— car rides & mix tapes &
If you cannot be a person of integrity
w/ everything you have unsustainable
The hand waving The drunker body
The arc of the guitar electronically
awash You look out the window, you
remember you remember C— & you
are just holding a cat in your arms &
yesterday I can tell you: hard rains
blew in swiftly They hammered into
glass & does this amount to engaging
but technically valueless poetry?
Cities in the sky tell us we must make
each and every 1: of our own heavens