Plathological

starting slowly

1) Come along now, it's a condition, the space of the head when it means to look at you more--not possible to put a telephone down loudly; it isn't meant to carry anymore sound. We're inclined, quiet thoughts of each other, dreaming of a city's waste-dump, only later, in waking conversation, realizing this is where all the garbage goes, piled, things fly out of it when we turn around to leave back the way we came, and our tenses shrivel. They say Virgina Woolf was brave; she saved herself from a war, locked stones into her pockets. She was an excellent swimmer. She was fifty-nine; these people are children, anvils, meet, incidentally, under the awnings of a supermarket, each not knowing where the other came from (the floorboards, Noah's Ark), what the other is picking up--fruit, cottonballs, talk about tax forms in their sleep, it changed a moment: that's what I'm saying, once you have all the information filled in . . then you can go at a walking pace, position your hand like a floating seahorse, always upright, ready with the waves, tail curled around seabottomed weeds.

2) Come along now, it's the space of each other, a condition, dreaming of a city's waste-dump, and our tenses shrivel. They say war, locked stones into awnings of a supermarket, floorboards, Noah's Ark. The other once went at a walking pace-- position when it means to look at you isn't meant for conversation, realizing this is where we turn her around from an excellent swimmer. She was fifty-nine; these people are cottonballs, talking about tax forms in their sleep, like a floating seahorse, always upright, ready with more--not possible to put a telephone down loudly; its thoughts garbage, and it goes, piled, things fly out of the way we came, her pockets. She wasn't meant to look down loudly, carry anymore dreaming of a city's wastedump. Noah's talk of tax forms and they met, incidentally, under the process of picking up--fruit (changed a moment): that's what I'm saying, you're the waves, tail curled around seabottomed weeds. The head carrying any, or more sound. We're inclined, quiet only later, in waking to leave back to Virgina Woolf, was brave; she saved some sleep, children, each not knowing where the other came from having all the information filled in . . then the hand a city's floorboard, knowing a condition, and our tenses picking up.

3) Come along now, it's a means of looking at you more--isn't meant to carry anymore sound. Dreaming of a city's waste-dump, only later, all the garbage goes, piled, things fly to leave back the way we came, saying Virgina Woolf was brave; she saved her pockets. She was an excellent anvil, meeting, incidentally, under tax forms, which talked about quiet in their sleep, saying, once you have all the weight and information, go at a walking pace, position your readiness with the waves, tail curled around condition, the space of the head when possible, putting a telephone down loudly. We're inclined, quiet thoughts of each other, in waking conversation, realizing this is where we�re out of it-- when we turn around her tenses, and our pockets shrivel. Herself from a war, locked stones--she was fifty-nine; these people are children, a supermarket, each not knowing, it changed a moment: I'm filled in . . then you�re a means to look the way we came like a floating seahorse, always upright, seabottomed weeds. Position, you�re ready with the head when possible to put a telephone down in waking conversation, realizing this is where out of it shrivels sound, things fly, leave back to anvils.

4) Come along now, it�s a waking conversation, realizing this talk�s audible around an excellent swimmer, a supermarket. Walking always meant to carry them from pockets. These people are talk, you have all the information, the space, what the other is picking up--fruit, ready with the waves--we�re not inclined, when we turn Virgina Woolf was brave. She was pace, coming to pick things up. Pace, position your seabottomed weeds. Possible to put a telephone sound for picking up later. She was knowing of Arks, cottonballs, changed a moment that's curled, piled, things fly out of our tenses-- children, anvils, the floorboards, Noah's hand like a floating seahorse, quiet thoughts of the awning. Then you�re upright, looking down loudly: a city, we came around condition, a war, tax forms in their locked stones, filled.

5) Herself a war, when possible to put a telephone down to shrivel and other information comes about the waves.

6) She saved herself from an excellent swimmer.

Posted by caroline at January 15, 2006 3:04 AM