STILL LIFE WITH KETTLE

It’s been a while since I went

to yoga the winter makes

me lazy I still feel optimistic

about the future despite the

rejection letters it is part of the

process I know art was never

meant for fatalists then again

nothing matters I signed my name

on the fog in the mirror

this morning after the shower

followed by the following words:

seven scathe write the falling

owning role and whirl

conductors rail apartment

maybe I do not eat half the time

some of you more or less the

isolated rose concave everlasting

vested caged well no yes of course

it ran happy across drawing slipped

under the door I see they both

have their reasons oh yes exquisite

translate this document look up

take the window off the flag