no type for discovery

What I was supposed to do isn't. There for

the likes of me. All a scope. Fear & Trembling

takes everyone's place. Prizes go quicker to

The Wonders of the World. A big Bear Hug.

These are ekphrastics for works not yet

anywhere. So bother with it. A cornish hen

will not taste good as every good boy does

know. Which is fine with me. Who doesn't

know where that organ song came from but

will look into it. Plastic burns with an ancient

acrid leap. And steps away an old man

toward a half-sensed road cut cathedral. To

see. And keep seeing into the organ deeps.

And asking the camera to stop thinking.