Saturday, March 01, 2003

167

ANOTHER PRESSURE PULLS ME AWAY

Tomorrow is sloshing in gold birds
The quick and illegal gasp I decided not to.
I decimal fool mantle of goaded doubles.
It was gutters of a cat merengue
Tomorrow poshed by means of a projection
For ladylike and for several
Means of production --
This Paris she is the bishops disregard,
And sometimes I am there dish sounds.