“I Hope you will no longer Accuse me of a Lack of Delicacy, as I now Abide by the Rule: Tis only to Play, to Play” – Boris Izsus
2
The Sun
low
as the
Silhouette
shook
at it’s
elbow
3
Discussing
the daily
mopping of
the Face
where—[ily]
into
place
4
Holding
last
night’s
dinner
down
clutching
the
gullet
in
day
time
traffic
5
A barreling
of
the body
forth/in
a song
sings
[ing]/i
am/and
& tired
and
losing
Ann
6.
I would have
asked you
to Dance
but I was
feeling
incredibly
Bloated.
7
There’s never
enough
mental
lapses when
we touch
our Bodies
dissolve
across
the City
the traffic
lets
[us]/up
8
My every
detour
denotes a
Ghost/in
my address
book
9
Looking at
you/i
realize/i
should
be less
Hard/on
myself
10
From across
the Street
I shook
my Fist
towards
the
Chubby
&
straightened
my
Tie
11
Little, I
had
longed
for some
thing
12
Thought
the
thought
that
we
were
were
we
so
bright
-err
back
&
smiled
back
Past
which
stilled
my
little
heart
13 `
The Chorus
about
insatiable
things
& what
will
follow
will
wake
up
sadly
in
your
Ear
14
It’s not
easy
eating
my
breakfast
in
silence
15
A life
long
march/to
march
to the closed
room
16
Falling
like
this
like
falling
like
This
Falling
completes
me
