But never again, unless
I can be that white girl,
and kiss her PVK
and have one next to my
left hip bone too
two
as well
also
forthwith,
I know invite you to a dreary sleep
of cloud dreams.
Are you leaving?
So soon?
I thought it was impossible to
draw that boundary,
no,
nope,
rope,
nope,
they're false
Like the C. man says.
I wanna go home
and get lost in Charlotte's web
find Danny's dinosaur
and hang out with the other's dad
(eating pheasant).
Could you kiss me?
Bye.
Hi.
The pen will
move to stop
I bless you,
[Vapor] missing
[I]
I
I miss the churches, that church
I retract that
No....
Why can't it just besaid.
Configuration.
Cigarette.
"Your confounded majesty"
Me
Kiss my ass.
(P.S. I'm sorry)
Love me?
Who can I talk to?
Alex Komlosi
Living (Performance) Poetry, part of work in
progress. Date, summer, 1994