I have been going about as usually do when, suddenly, without warning, I am overwhelmed by some feeling. There it is. As real as anything.

I smear my lips with lipstick, my cheeks with rouge

Plinth: the ring of truth and false pretenses
Plinth: the sound of a plucked string
Plinth: or gravel

Good old Patrick Casey!

In this country we manufacture cages
We construct them just as you wish
made-to-order, a cage for each occasion

Audible — About heart is more colloquial, that not your line!, keep your hearts in line, to say & less done, rave on, to do & more, distinctively all drums

Blackout-in the theater as well as on screen. From a distance
we hear Steve Reich's "Music for 18 Musicians." It almost
sounds like a train approaching. Now we hear voices: by turns

Could Darwin instruct those turtles? Pixilated pin-dick tax
taste—comforting mannikins
atmosphere, he also enjoys an occasional highball: wanna see my

veteran postage and were honorable if yes based on where do you wish along dotted cut post office box or print a campaign badge or service medal 5000-C through July i, 1955 ex-service daughter who died in civil service appointment to use in item 4 your telephone not write in this space number during wartime has not remarried Idaho, Montana, Ponce de Leon Avenue inside the fold here heavy lines at perforations the same number on both answer copy to each erase errors you remove that please Spanish Sex of birth tentative Pitzer, La Sierra, Talladega to expedite our space

Perched on this metal tripod
silent as an uninspired sibyl

I watch a living body (male,
white, 56) draped in skyblue