This is getting serious. I've just got to see you live.
Ninety nine rabbits with big fangs can't be wrong.
I'm stuck in a lower east side case machine looking
cool, if not cold. Let's not get old, forever moulded.
I like John Ashbery's fingernails. He did look good
in that lecture theatre, as the early 1990s whirled.
Flow Chart was my mind's magnet. When I heard
Slanted and Enchanted I threw up. The other day
I found the page from Jaws that Gary Young tore
out for me, at Max's in Petersham. Somebody said
SM read(s) Ashbery. If you listen to his lyrics you
can hear, or read, why. Outside the Poetry Project
someone was playing a saxophone. I searched for
Pynchon's voices but only found SY (on Murray St.