Without NoGod’s Eye
staromg bacl at ,e. read=write
and have ‘time to see’.
my-age music sports, some say,
but it does help turn the pages!*
- (Which reminds: must go gather up the scattered notebooks, go – maybe you’ll find that lost flickblade knife: you know, the big’un’s a twin to that tinkertoy one you keep in the left-front pocket to slitting envelopes. The notebooks of essays, stunted short story starts – some middles and ends – poetry of maniforms, some variegated by now with erasures, waterspots and suchlike and random musings, web addresses, people patch-points in ones and sixes or sevens in various outposts where last I read. Go. Gather. Stack. Wait for rain and read and catalog. Yeah. Right.)