Whawas I thinking this morning he
hemmed It was clever whaever it was Whawas it Wasnt yet eight
Goddammit Gone Departee polyhombre
Where does it go
Don know but when it goes it goesnot a footprint no
trail walks on rock in a creek
Aint
no bloodhound can follow
What was it Why
isit the clever ones die young
hed done everythinganything
he could think of to shake his brain treat it like a can of warm beer yank the
tab nada
no aerosol ejaculate foam
luke warm
Where
if he knew how to find Where a vast subterranean vault artesian wellcoudnt
forget tha if he tried grewup on Artesian
if he knew How reminiscing would be impossible everything on the front burner gasflame blasting yet unable to cook all the gooses that earlier had run out of
his head
this mornings No Sir
long gone
but he remembered it was
clever
Time to move on
cop said Move along, move it along folks nothing to
see here, nothing to see, move along. cowboy
said Git along, git along little
doggies.
he did
dragging as feet as he did
b4 8, Monday,
8 5. 23
101preferred, Monday
