The only thing next to you there then is The diving bell, a wigwam of passions, Inscrutable to even our doggedest detectives And theologians, those sobbing - I meant Slobbering packed minds. Finely - Finally - fine, a lee - pick your way Over to the garden. It was made just for you. If it please (DV) collect of the sashaying delights Some new fortitude - don’t you need it? You look cannonblasted, guttered. Want a coffee? It was made just for you. (Offscreen) Zadok the Prie... And Nathan...Proph... Anoooointed Solomon... Feel better yet? Good. Another second And I wouldn’t’ve been able to stand You. Two microphones I brought you. Now go get me those pictures I need. (Offscreen) Triumph! Triumph!
One response to “Corner Suite, Pacific Coast Highway, May ’20”
The similar psycho-geometrics of detectives and theologians… You’ve an impeccable perspicacity. If I had a brain-taker, I’d take yours. Make a brain omelet. With cheese.
What was it that Jaar said?
“We borrowed from the page of St. Maurice (Sunder)
Named the mountain an Egyptian saint (Sunder)
Drank the water from the church of springs (Sunder)
Does a loss seek revenge of sin?”
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