A full minute.
You could really
have a fineday made
out of the sweetest
saints.
Get up there quickly.
Your spirit is rather
a spirit of catfish
names and appearances-
just as days and weeks
are.
Then there is the
number of the rotating
compensasting questions.
How do you?
Do what?
Are they even?
White with fury you may
become when such a thing
was put on, and you have
not heard the last stone of
that science which is
built up slowly
about each other
each other about.
I had a rope, and
you had a stump.
The answers are needed
right now- a note- or
notes at intervals.
I knew how it was done.
Did you?
Like they do in Boomer flats?
In a little while it died.
Up with a thing, and
down with another thing.
“The effects?”
she said out of her curly
hair.
Who knows?
I don’t-
do you?