3334. DO NOTHING 'TIL YOU HEAR FROM ME'

DO NOTHING 'TIL 

YOU HEAR FROM ME

('her voice lutes brokenly like a heart lost')

Whilemena!  Inanities!   Gershwin!

Ruling Dead Triumverate Magnificent!

(and here comes Billie Holiday!).

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Now to look around: over there, over there,

that's Eugenides scratching away - yellow pad

and papers and flipper over scarf. (Yet it's

not enough to find that tantalizing touch!).

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And here's the scoop: the white line moves

and tingles. There seems to be soup in

every window, as American as ladeling

pies from the old farmer-lady's porch.

(Oh the backyard is brackish).

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'I thought I could do something to ease

the contradiction between immanent and

universal ethics which I thought was my

problem and was what I hoped to gain

thru therapy like any evolution presupposes

an involution and all tha kind of thinking.'

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(Whilemena! Why am I reading Kerouac again)!