June 17
(from a day book)

met a physic
on the road
asked him

so it is with journeys one is drawn
– bpNichol

the last few nights , unable
to get her out of my head

miss ruby red

a pale shade of everything else, & far
too late
a limb

of restlessness & regret
time against me (days)

into flatspin, spinning
out of control, out

of the fire air these

*

it hardly matters how what was said
or never

there is nothing left to be said

drafting speeches & letters in my head
that will never be sent or shouldnt

stuck in the limbless air

am i even capable of reason

a loss of brute feeling
a colour in the shade

police lights flicker flicker
in the moonlight

*

a long line of comparison
a long continuous line

a long continual
poem

or life we line at, all narrative
being false,

a beginning
& then an end

where else would you put that

“im not talking to you anymore”

a list longer
than richard nixons

don’t you know that i know that
what i don’t know

*

There’s no playlist on foolscap promoting standards
– Geoffrey Young

one thing after another thing,
unnameable

what is her email address, can
i have it please

calling her 1-800 number at night
to hear her voice

& the date today

what does that tell you

what is it that im saying