If you record this, it’s ill-named,
full of diving broads who just won’t
karate with you. XO XO…tic-tac-toe,
“does the big idea ever get to happen?”
She harnesses all of the power
of all of the planets in the sky—simultaneously.
All of these silhouettes,
mysterious how they appear stationery
(written) for our umbrellas or
cameras. On the beach we conduct
neuroscience. It’s the year we
meteors. The year we comets.
The year me becoming
alone not together.
Notes after dream: “Does the big idea ever get to happen?” —Bill Berkson
Photo By: hkokko