it's called asphalt arranged lazily

[wordsaredreams]

cinderlake

i saddle up the oars

i stitch the horse's voice with

another room

the leaves fall by breathing

the conduit of a cat's ear cries

egypt

egypt

egypt

the absurdity of miracles is the

before

and

after

thought

thick

like lamp to

quicksand

quieting alabama hands

we constructed dioramas of

diamond sutras

swamis

the mamas

and papas

songs we've never listened to

the

Comments

[crispnite]

i think, my darling paul that you need to publish something. a chap book at least. maybe even a joint release with a friend. your writing is too beautiful to keep from most others.

[wordsaredreams]

thank you. i plan on it, darling andrea. :) vanessa and i are currently co-authoring a novel that we're working diligently at transcribing from the cassette tapes we spontaneously spoke it into. if we're ever on aim sometime, i'll tell you more about it. orrrrr, you could write me a letter! or give me your new address if you have one so i can write you one and tell you all about it.

CJKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKK!!!

[crispnite]

the address is
2545 north weil st.
milwaukee, wi
53212
i promise i'll write you back times eleven!!!!
wkkkkkkkK!K!KK!K!K!K!K

[afarskyburning]

honestly paul, your writing has excelled any other previous human notion of space, beauty, and language. the only word that can aptly describe this is beautiful. take care, i love you pawl!

[wordsaredreams]

thank you so much, chris! i hope (know) you are well. *HUGGGGGGGGGGGGGG* you are love(d).