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
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.