Beaucoup de musique de Miley on the air—As one may imagine, there is a Rihanna button, and it iswhat you push when you enter the control room, and
Now when I get personalI have only one thing to say(a dead gay once told me,
I loved you, New York.
The way, at first, Tina loved Ike, loved even the wingedEffort of his anger, loved his punch-drunk backhand in flight,
Oh, obstreperous one, ornery outside of ordinaryprotocols; paramilitary probie par
excellence: Every evidenceyou yield yells.
Don’t dream it’s over you don’t know what’s it’s like it’s like that & that’s the way it be near me be near
Seeing again your face […]
I say archetype, but I really meanmessenger.
When I scarcely know what error of mindmade all brick, stucco, ravine, ale, and song failand all floorboards flee except
It hit me in a noisy bistro—the muted frequency— Jimmy Cobb’s brushes were fine sand
