Turned to London Review of Books diary section,
this time written by Kleinzahler,a pretty well
know poet,an extradinaire; but this was in a
prose mode...He drives a hard bargin,he can make
you think straight on;but he can be humoreuse...
leading to reactionary hoedihoes&hardihars...
Going back to an early strain of our local perfectese...

        The spectral light
          I read about
              the
             different
            types,after shades
               & shadows...

              Oh Yeahjezhuss
               we notice
                 gradients
                zones,illumination
                in general display.

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 A squirmy situation: could slithery also be a fit?

 Right in front of you on the tabloid page,the cover with all
illustrative dirt...

New memos: social documents,and adages could be germinating,
in the making.

In an uproar over this on again-off again...Pages of it. So take a break...

Rejecting contracts. A vague point of course and still it bothers
and instills a strange bewilderment...

Unwilling to describe a milieu which is mine to be a part of...

Gradations per the thingamajigs that speak out of their gravitas...

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