15 minutes by the watershed, the yellow* water, the ten dollar bet, the scales that hit the rocks and gleam from your fingers with every second-hand swipe, the sick foam that drowns, falling, the swoop and the lost and the river



)when what hugs stopping earth than silent ismore silent than more than much more is ortotal sun oceaning than any thistear jumping from each most least eye of star and without was if minus and shall beimmeasurable happenless unnowshuts more than open could that every treeor than all life more death begins to grow end's ending then these dolls of joy and griefthese recent memories of future dreamthese perhaps who have lost their shadows ifwhich did not do the losing spectres mime until out of merely not nothing comesonly one snowflake(and we speak our names

ecco a letter starting"dearest we"unsigned:remarkably brief but coveringone complete miracle of nearest far"i cordially invite me to becomenoone except yourselves r s v p"she cannot read or write,la moon. Employsa very crazily how clownlike thatthis quickly ghost scribbling from there to where-name unless i'm mistaken chauvesouris-whose grammar is atrocious;but so whatprincess selene doesn't know a thingwho's much too busy being her beautiful yes.The place is nowlet us accept(the timeforever,and you'll wear your silver shoes

i carry your heart with me(i carry it inmy heart)i am never without it(anywherei go you go,my dear; and whatever is doneby only me is your doing,my darling)i fearno fate(for you are my fate,my sweet)i wantno world(for beautiful you are my world,my true)and it's you are whatever a moon has always meantand whatever a sun will always sing is youhere is the deepest secret nobody knows(here is the root of the root and the bud of the budand the sky of the sky of a tree called life;which growshigher than the soul can hope or mind can hide)and this is the wonder that's keeping the stars aparti carry your heart(i carry it in my heart)

may i feel said he
(i'll squeal said she
just once said he)
it's fun said she

(may i touch said he
how much said she
a lot said he)
why not said she

(let's go said he
not too far said she
what's too far said he
where you are said she)

may i stay said he
(which way said she
like this said he
if you kiss said she

may i move said he
is it love said she)
if you're willing said he
(but you're killing said she

but it's life said he
but your wife said she
now said he)
ow said she

(tiptop said he
don't stop said she
oh no said he)
go slow said she

(cccome?said he
ummm said she)
you're divine!said he
(you are Mine said she)


guilt is the cause of more disorders
than history's most obscene marorders

since feeling is firstwho pays any attentionto the syntax of thingswill never wholly kiss you;wholly to be a foolwhile Spring is in the worldmy blood approves,and kisses are a better fatethan wisdomlady i swear by all flowers. Don't cry- the best gesture of my brain is less thanyour eyelids' flutter which sayswe are for each other; thenlaugh, leaning back in my armsfor life's not a paragraphAnd death i think is no parenthesis

i've been thinking about, well, you know, and despite the hesitance the fear the questioning sam cole told me once not to worry about that, to enjoy the time you have and make the most or you might lose it and then everything was for...


*the colours red, blue and green are real. The colour yellow is a mystical experience shared by everybody --- demolish

ash @ 8:29 PM