“Extreme California cheerleading,” nearly on the
tracks—open, open! Something happened
in some decade—a different decade than
this one. Something from—Spin. Rip. Foreign
and domestic. And small engines. Somehow this
is still the age of the car, not the plane.
The computer. Not…..a narrow loss. Time—
of course, is overstated. Love, I’m so tired.
Something about Cupid’s arrow becoming fleas
or mosquitoes—how corazon is masculine but open
can be either. Descriptions and modifiers can be
either. “Outbreak.” No—“Geekstreak.” “Sequoia
Corporate Office.” A mother. Son. And—
Space Aliens (LA Times 10.29.09). A policeman is
a male siren. Attorney—Atty. Leaning forward while
walking, leaning. Recession retreats at Spa
L’Auberge, coffee and dogs—a piece. When
will I have short hair? “Keep arm in”—no
translation for that. Even marketing
needs to be marketed. Bus waves to bus.
As self—container—possibly a voice. Cabaret.