(the front nine)


i. The Castle   (par 2)

The dead Indian in 
	La Dolce Vita
    spilled ink at sunup, scooped
tomb for comfort
      the dropped ceiling of the Fountain House
the one who has all the keys
	all upside down bang in my ears: motorized moat:      
	           I made myself into an armored truck
     worse days are coming.

 

detail: he don't
talk none