![]() my favorite thing to do is to watch a volcano erupt or see the northern lights. Now the leaves are rushing off the yellow tree, yeller gal, yeller gal, flashing through the night, summer storms will pass you, unless the lightning’s white. July 2, memory is running, that’s the only july i remember, i mean that July is the only, are the only things i remember, don’t have time for more, i mean room, red sorrel, popover, joel schumacher, time is a room, you could say time was anything about MEMORY, stop time is a curtain blowing in the wind, i remember what’s in the pictures but not what’s in the words, the words could be any words, maybe i should’ve memorized memory. here a spider eating a caterpillar, a good meal for both dad & grads. Melting clocks painting free#June 21, oh oh 2020 it’s fuckin father’s day, a free ice cream cone from moxie’s, hot as hell climate change heat, coronavirus time, trump had a rally in tulsa, we saw a mink in the backyard, also a jackrabbit, today annabel will come, hard to believe anybody will come, the birds nesting on the back porch, entering through the screens are, according to phil via sibley’s, house wrens! perhaps it came from the other porch, a worm-eater, if you will we also have warblers, sweet singers all. i’d lie on the bed, tracing the patterns of the bedspread’s design, never succeeding. in my childhood i spent some time trying to comprehend what was happening. i felt that this was a very weird idea, replacing my father with an LP? i helped pick out what my father would wear in his coffin, opting for the pink tie & gray suit, i felt that the grimness we felt need not be communicated. ![]() my homelife was a nightmare, later my uncle took us out to buy us records. my mother already had breast cancer & had lost a breast. he’d been home from work with muscle spasms, at least that’s what i was told. the local parish priest was there, did he come on to me? do you want to see him (my father)? I said no. when i got home i found out that my father had died, i was 12. walking home from church, the daily news magazine had elvis presley who r & i were forbidden to listen to on the cover. well it doesn’t cure the pain in my left knee, there is something wrong with my stomach which is nerves. This will be a little test to see if expressive(?) writing is a cure for the malaise of the coronavirus. ![]() If i’m so smart how come i don’t have another typewriter? i’d like to know what the word indexicality means too. in years past it’s always been the best & most long-lasting foliage tree & now, even in this year of all the leaves blown down & drabness, as i see it, it’s a glorious tree between the locusts, acting as if there’s not a stinkbug around. but the one beautiful tree we have that i can see is still fulsome. There are 5 stinkbugs on the back porch-the stinkbugs don’t make you feel good or likable. The side nearest me must be the being side ![]() There is a pine needle stuck in the screen ![]()
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