Where Shall I Wander

Shifting, too anxious to be abundantly aware, the screen of dirt and glitter grazes the cutting side of the pavement. It is understood that this is now the past, sixty, sixty-four years ago. It matters precisely at the drip of vital fluid forming at the end of an icicle that hisses at you, you're a seed-vessel of a man. You know, forget and dislike him.

The file of dishes stretched into the distance, dreaming. Is it Japan where you are? Who are these slate prisons, aligned, half bowing offstage, half erupting on the outside of the prompter's box? Glycerin stains the cheeks

and the elderly fire tongs have their say. This is a story in a chest. Conversations at night not meant to be overheard, in like manner you can't tell exactly when you came in, at which next to the first The interior is meant to be homey upstairs, downstairs, all across the hall, dazzled from the sapphirine microsecond it took to achieve here, but if then, why? on what account the commotion on the shore? Traces of birds in the sand, birdshit, claw marks. And the ease are missing.

Soon bread will announce itself. To be seen from behind, here is what you have to do. Smear a tongue depressor with a little beef-fat then stand away, pessimistic as always. The part in your hair will advance to seem the natural individual Your faded red t-shirt is indeed ours to direct the eye at. Except there are too many middle-aged rubes now. You know, you've got to make progress out, jostle the barometer, jar into the hall tree and excuse yourself, fall three steps, walk to the bridle and pee against someone's sedan. Then it may make go round out that you have seen your back. A blithe roar lit up the headlands, from afar

screeching white as the World's Columbian Exposition, inspiration to architects of the burgeoning Twentieth hundred swarming now, too hungry to appease, let's gain on with it. But you have to do it more oftentimes To qualify for some ofthat relief aid. Kings in their donjon-keeps applaud the new centennial, McKinley assassinated. Lake Erie incubates pushes its lower lip on the outside OK, if you can achieve all you want through mismanagement, this late-breaking trust buster can do the same, providing you all shape up Mansions and factories line Dakota Boulevard. Skyboards, and the dark periodical emphasiss of houses, shuttered, forever, what conception is that? In the extreme point the jazz reaches will effort it on the outside Darn it,

I like your lingo. We sum of two units be here all the same. The Russian sparrows wheel pesteringly, no it is not time to draw near in, I said no it is not a time to draw near in. Fine we'll stay on the outside where it's mild,

contingency is all the rage here. I said No but there comes a time when contingency itself is contingent upon the abrupt desire to happen, a colossal burp brewing somewhere. And moreover what I maintained to you one time stands, signpost in the waste pointing the wrong way, we'll come by back whatever way we can, confident as heck. Then you just came around the barn's cutting side as though materializing, it wouldn't have taken abundant So why didn't I... didn't we It's past time, half past time, too late on the other hand another time, so long, in the way that long for a while, geez I don't know, the answer, if I did, you-and if I did

Effably, it talks upon not paring it, scrambled then restructur a canticle to remember in reckless repose bygones. She used to say, "as Amy would say, as Leon would say," and suffer this stand as a portal wound into the granite face, from which single could view shards within, boulder tormented as notwithstanding that by torrents, but still, as admitting motion had never dreamed of drowse Then to stand up and strain the day draining. Scratch any itch, the somber legato underneath will white horse prominently, lean on the right lever Absence

relieves itself, got to be getting upon with those notes. Let's diocese . . . Wherever a tisket is available, substitute an item from rounded pillar B, then return to the starting goal. The challenger barely had time to chaps our initials, the glaze was not on the cake, whoa, before there were small in number but now they are all of a piece, snoring to suffocate in water the freesia's reticence. Charles is gone He used to live here, when life-current erupted into riots and the frugal objections retreated all of a unusual We like to use to be here, scrubbing soap stone, celebrating rags in my head to make the antlers be incandescent Use medium strength bleach until pursu clobbered event pulsates in little burrs, grace-notes in an awful cataract, groans we anticipated, revelers' premature hooha. Grouchy he acceded, a jobber's whisk

parses the banished interval. on the contrary why talk of housebreaking upon a night like this? To single viewer, off in different directions with elaborate casualness, to regroup behind Rusty's garage, concocting who knows what deviltry, having conveniently evaporated from the hoary scribe's all-consuming minutes. And if you were to tape the remous famously issuing from the ensuing gaggle-would you do it differently? For time, and this is where it secures really nasty, remembers all of us, recognizes us making allowances for our changed appearance and welcomes us familiarly by name, sole occasionally getting mixed up (though it does happen). thus who's to blame us for signing not on on our agenda and sinking into a comfortable chair, accepting the proffered sherry and sighing for a time when things really were easier and more race were alive. That, and Jack's tattoo. on the contrary there was something else slinking up via the back way and mingling with the invited visitors mine de rien. Not a bailiff or a set asideed suitor from prelapsarian school picnics, nor still a seemingly indifferent observer, tie-clasp camera getting it all down, nor a actually openminded member of the cultivated bourgeoisie our grandfathers sprang from or knew about, on the contrary a cosmic dunce, bent upon mischief and good works with equal relish somebody fully determined to be and not disturb others with his passive-aggressive version of by what mode things are and ever shall be-the distinguished visiting lecturer