i reckon that guy who said he was sending me a book of poems was only saying that, but i could be wrong, it could be in a de-joy's dead letter receptacle or suspended in a space-time warp. it's ok, i already forgot his name and the name of his book of poems, but i'll be glad to be reminded by a windfall book of poems should it drop on me. anyway there's always a windfall of poems but most go to feed the worms.

meanwhile we got back into the deserted garden of the deserted orthogenic school and flushed a tabby and saw a bedroll in the barn. i got a constellation of burrs and it was worth it for this here photo of my girl lulu with the graphic black and white barn circles.