a pair of elephants tucked ‘neath
the foot of my bedas visions of fancyrun through my head
I remember a time when I
remembered everythingthen I remembered I was humanand remembered my forgetfulness
you keep apologizing
i sayit’s okit’s okit’s okbut you’re not okand neither am i
at a loss of words
confused at the implicationsof my utteranceswhat is the value of this pageof these wordswhat do they mean?I don’t knowdo you?
caution cautious
covert
No time for
Can I be so,
fuck,where are the words.What do I even want to say?I don’t knowthis is pointlessfuck it
This is a free-write
I’m supposed to be writing about…Jonathon? Gay(I think that’s his first name)And the honour of denyingauthority of the author (he was a satirist)publishers, politics, etc.an interesting concept,but this class bores meI’ll probably continue to dreamabout soupinstead of “The Art of Walking”
