ST. PAUL AND ALL THAT

Totally abashed and smiling I walk in sit down and face the frigidaire it's April no May it's May

such little things have to be established in morning after the big things of night do you want me to come? when I think of all the things I've been thinking of I feel insane simply "life in Birmingham is hell" simply "you will miss me but that's good" when the tears of a whole generation are assembled they will only fill a coffee cup just because they evaporate doesn't mean life has heat "this various dream of living" I am alive with you full of anxious pleasures and pleasurable anxiety hardness and softness listening while you walk and talking while you read I read what you read you do not read what I read which is right, I am the one with the curiosity you read for some mysterious reason I read simply because I am a writer the sun doesn't necessarily set, sometimes it just disappears when you're not here someone walks in and says "hey, there's no dancer in that bed" O the Polish summers! those drafts! those black and white teeth! you never come when you say you'll come but on the other hand you do come