24/09

well this is an
odd sort of
connect -
hunger- to - feeding
memory to
a poem.
i hang silver lamé,
jukeboxes in
sets of ten,
plateaus usually are
i would have thought,
"" and
injury.



it tastes corrosive
blindspot, i can see
blindspot, how you mi-
ght,

did roland barthes,
in his book,
say something about,
"it can't be true" and
"it must be true"
being used so as to fine
tune a set of circumstances
like a clutch pedal,
blind spot.  so that
news is neither too good
nor too bad.  so facts
are rejected and made,
did he write that,
i can't bear to look
it up myself.