West Fourth Street
Fifty seconds of meditation. Do these electric clocks work? Five after this. Ten after that. Stare at blankness ease your mind. (A Buddhist trick I picked up in the Holland Tunnel). "Free Political Prisoners from Concentration Camps in U.S.A. Nixon is a Nazi Lindsay is a queer." Tuesday. Thorough be. Who will I meet? Am I neat? Use my hands as a comb. Clean my hands with my teeth. Brush my teeth with my nails. May I sleep in a garbage pail? O, random papers frantic notes "I love you's" figure work bits of art Musketeer wrappers. My pen is insane. It leaks through my veins. I will trace my life and trial in fine lines upon these shining tiles.