More Notes Future Poem for The Scientist


I was on the typewriter, writing type — to understand your tongue to start learning the typography.
Rock between my legs, quiet then murmurs & I feel like water. The last time I drew a picture not losing. You touch the wall & it’s yellow. No one ever knows. Pretend time — I went pretending. I’d like a motorcycle ride or a ride in yr Triumph*. The quickest route to Smart &, show — going on going [on
the circuits are all in my head is worthwhile screaming
On my back when I cry the tears run right into my ears. I woke up to you reading about love — I’m on the bus now & the oldman next to me — his face is bleeding & I don’t have a pocket square.

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