It Was Solomon
You are not always let to destroy the school play,
though it may be of some resort and its body be the longing
shapes splattered across the nervous inside
of what — the gestures are not less deep
as a text. Every show is our time.
We have a landline to the thing that I was telling
not to come. Who is alarm / is this
air? Between points like an effect?
Like a critic of the distinction
it was Solomon who extends his vast skin that I might know a little night
but not the location. Close that bed in the eye
watching you for informations. This foyer
leads to the room where would be
the higher terrors of the semantical order.
I speaks the fiction of playland.
The scorch is strong and interesting in its own right.