It was nice meeting your ideas. I was reminded, poetry is science fiction or it is not. I just try for simultaneity as well.
 
 
In this one moonlight was made of lard. For it’s indispensable smearing glows.  
 

Often a partner in writing can be deliberately passive-aggressive. I’m kidding. By oneself, practice makes perfect, pell mell.  
 
What then travels down to Earth in a flummoxed packet of energy, wearing Burroughs’  
 
gestures which are precise. Bright monied eyes.