the story of grey

soft fog with copp

dead and living together

dissident garlands

please don't let me know

drifting in a museum

emerging repressed

excape

flower strewn port

gottfried benn

zombies

i don't get it. there's an awful letter i don't get.

i don't suppose the poisoners could ever have been healers nor can they and anyway we paid for poison

i told her tender too i love you too eternal paradise

it's dead, we're undead, the theater condemned, mad actors released, mad. proscenium. 

it's like i'm mourning for myself. selfish.

life is defeat continued. 

lying pro forma, making fun, smile-like grimaces, show trials, pleading the filth, casual, getting theirs. 

now we are all nonactors we can all act, we watch and resist, we take advantage now of what happened, disillusion, lento.

over hove low lover 

please be careful with me and teach me how

poetry of dead letters

my heart is a wheel. let me roll it to ya.

secondary wilderness preterite chance civilized animals wander throat singing

the beyond life 

to be mistaken yet to go on believing

ventura sang tuneful apocalips

walking without memory in memory 

we must have dignity and shame and act like authors we are