you.re flattere.d i thin.k o.f yo.u?

flattered i think of you? EvolovE, \\ a thought burst through my head, + a symphony, carefully written for you // began slow when seep leak ebb tide... succulent minstrelsy strain as ripened orange peeling gentle twists distilling fragile wrist utterances... ...like a chinese taoist poet singing praises to yin, the dark and depthless female principle that is the source for all creativity then excited when cricket chirp and wind chime ................. our incense vernacular burning fast, as i still try to grasp your smoke... Yeats whispering, + "poets sing - of what is past, or passing, or to come." and Rimbaud on his back. = while Escher ran out the door. ha! get u'r kiks. zzxyz daydream send you a holey sock. token of affection. + frayed cream bend you a lonely tock. broken recollection dissect your fanclub cause i left my spleen there last night [[[lassoed in tight]]] what will you find>? - a lack of social graces? ha! get u'r kiks/. - a smack of cliched phrases? now, i found a book once, it was floating in my papercut. signed infamous ANONYMOUS. thinkest that i've found that poet, that EvolovE-ing saint/. writ clacking utterances flow through my veins... ********************* giggling in nihilism, with those jingle jangle bells on, i love you. insatiably.en u'r fanclub didn't find the room, my fren says to me, "it's your love letter." --just now when i ask her if she has somethin to say. (writ clack.) and well, so. i'm here. with this. Written January 18th, 2002 © on Jan 18 2002 12:49 PM PST   18 • 0 • 8