#absenceoffield

Dismay, can it go fastness. There’s ancient dichotomies to come, my friend.

Tone builds, stones curb shop corner.

STOP

Driving singing blue. But why? “Don’t pray for love, pray for cars,” he sang. Driving

dreaming red. Rogue gaspipe sighing. Death. Rattle.

Simon, not death.

Green grows my corn row now as I walk up 9th into sky.

I woke, off radio on. Towers falling on tv, one of my last times,…