Sensible Samba

Last night’s pages, unedited.  Fine

by me.  Need more coffee.  8 hours from

now, allowed to be in own house, speak as

I wish, sip at pace I determine.  But no wine

this night.

Only work–

MY work..

envelope stroke

towards studio.. Oscar laughing, see this

as another performance, role.  Who cast me?


Streets drumming four towers, set to giggle

at vended fish, in wagons


by locksmith.  And an interruption,

no wallet.  Have2RUN backHome.


(8:48am, 8/16/13)