Three days gone forever, not noted, not recorded Nothing, a poetry gap. There will be more, always More until there isn't. But what's to say about A trip to the bank to recover a lost password, or Nachos with carnitas; I write it today with A voice very prosaic, non-poetic. Did you know That Frank O'Hara hung out with Edward Gorey? But who cares? They are both dead. Did you know That Spanish is the language of choice in my Neighborhood, spoken by neighbors, landlords, The vaqueros exercising horses on the Charriada Grounds, the workers in the artichoke fields, And the postal clerks? And I don't speak Spanish, Or not much. But enough to know when they're Talking about me. Now there are also Mixtecs And Zapotecs from the valleys of trees. Today I drew A portrait of M. using burnt oak twigs from the controlled burn as charcoal. Worked good, too. You remember the controlled burn? I mentioned it Last week. At the equator where earth is moving The fastest, people actually weigh a few ounces Less than at the poles because of centrifugal Forces generated by earth's rotation.* Who needs Television, when you have someone lovable nearby To tell you such things. Yesterday was sunny; Today has been overcast, foggy even. Everything Changes, goes in and out of whack. Like those Time-lapsed films that allow you to watch the Disintegration of a fox's body after death; the Maggoty period goes by in a flash, and suddenly The body crumbles, goes dark, and disappears Into the earth, is soon covered with leaves And acorns, and more leaves, and soon enough a Bird or child will choose that spot to die in -- I knew there was a connection to Gorey, to compression and the valleys of trees. It comes around, eventually *Nick Herbert, Ph.D., Faster than Light: Super Luminal Loopholes in Physics (1989, p. 23). Random lines from my bookshelf: In any given situation note the important amount of disintegration To start the sentence with what is said is eaten -- there's liquid in the speaker ---Alli Warren, "Poem for After Sex," Schema.