affix/charlotte.

middling rubbed between the hands 

of deepening, vast gods--and this 

vista--and my shells & instrument 

are combustibly toppling, falling 

head-over-heels downstairs, as if 

bent with aching farsight & main, 

elective with the rolling blur of 

mistresses and their tresses, and 

well-dressed.. telly with biscuit 

and milk, places that lifted them 

by their bootstraps thrusting our 

pall within the revolving vibrat- 

ion of ground, distant reception- 

ist in heaven's antechamber takes 

notes agreeably, yet quite still; 

singers sing to us of the jilting 

cuts and edits of spilling mickey 

finns & ensconcing the reiterated 

bull that passes for peace around 

here lately, while our dear moth- 

er rocks, rocks, and rocks in the 

rocker of redundant rest, though, 

and i must admit that if you have 

come here for straight shooting i 

have many wonderful words for you 

to examine at your leisure, swift 

judgment to deliver never on sun- 

days and often the float of disc- 

reet scrawl, that just reminds me 

to smoke uncontrollably, shaking.