lady day...

and perhaps i'd have half a lemon... o like Kafka!
you have seeped ol' Ordog out of the pits of that
little grilled hell and transported me to a a little
paradise, i may even you with the half lemon and
the salmon, which is interesting for a pisces to be
eating this last fish... not that i believe in this, of
course, i speak to the man in the sky often and he
rarely mentions any of that as meaningful beyond
slander, though he has to take a lot of calls from
Prometheus at the moment, and a few Voodoo
spirits have really moved up the stock exchange
ladder of attention, i should say... but yes salmon,
medium rare, not too chewy, as if it breaks off
into your mouth wet and with a little bite... o what
a little death we have here, this little death...
...the black reaches around the neck, cue
the curtain, drawn over the acts of life... i try not
the break the fourth wall and mostly decipher
words into images, images into satisfactions....
...death before resurrection...
... street before pharmacy...
...chaos before order...
...perfection before casual-mess
...Candelebra before Pica...
...hell before she, her...
...
her She..
157