Anticipated Stranger,

the bruise will stop by later.
For now, the pain pauses in its round,
notes the time of day, the patient’s temperature,
leaves a memo for the surrogate: What the hell
did you think you were doing? I mean . . .
Oh well, less said the better, they all say.
I’ll post this at the desk.

God will find the pattern and break it. — John Ashbery

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Ashbery has been dead for over a year and I’m just now reading from more than Self-Portrait In A Convex Mirror .

In other news pt. ii of my interview with The Psychedelic Times is up (the more substantial half I think).