PERENNIAL
that on a Sunday morning, say, reflected light bouncing up into your eyes, and while you are making tea, the electric kettle plugged in behind the french press, in the anticipation of steam residue, would go back and sit down at the small kitchen table, stare into the wall between counter and hung cabinets, and not having taken out the skillet and bacon (both to eat and to grease the pan up) for, toast, say, and the news is on, say, the radio, of the internet radio, if never transmitted by wires. Get to the point! Not having any of the things, but the tea, just one bag in a mug and hot water.
JUST NOW, "preparing to alight the tram" OR SOME SUCH
this, that some paint never dries, like, medieval pigments held up by their media that's still wet, I am talking celtic knots, the type that Joan would've liked, like when Joan flipped through the mail at the kitchen counter in the afternoon, but every afternoon, every single day!
A WET NIGHT
I have so much to carry, like my briefcase with the broken handle, and small straps of leather tied into a bundle with jute twine, and egg whites, sap from plants, animal fat, urine and blood.
that on a Sunday morning, say, reflected light bouncing up into your eyes, and while you are making tea, the electric kettle plugged in behind the french press, in the anticipation of steam residue, would go back and sit down at the small kitchen table, stare into the wall between counter and hung cabinets, and not having taken out the skillet and bacon (both to eat and to grease the pan up) for, toast, say, and the news is on, say, the radio, of the internet radio, if never transmitted by wires. Get to the point! Not having any of the things, but the tea, just one bag in a mug and hot water.
JUST NOW, "preparing to alight the tram" OR SOME SUCH
this, that some paint never dries, like, medieval pigments held up by their media that's still wet, I am talking celtic knots, the type that Joan would've liked, like when Joan flipped through the mail at the kitchen counter in the afternoon, but every afternoon, every single day!
A WET NIGHT
I have so much to carry, like my briefcase with the broken handle, and small straps of leather tied into a bundle with jute twine, and egg whites, sap from plants, animal fat, urine and blood.
