poetandknowit8 May 2004

Reading Lawrence without the D.H. and drinking Chivas how ghastly laughable and remarkably “oh my darling I have this English degree so I just might as well spout what I know here and now.” Anyway, where was I now? “Ribbony (I am a writer therefore I can make up words just like my long dead hero cummings – huh – he had cum in his mane dude) roads?” Exactly (now you are in Nevada home of the E.T. Highway so maybe you were abducted and taken to a land where roads are of a substance much lighter than concrete and asphalt) what is the literary objective here. Hmmm. Let’s see. Ribbony. Circular. You are in Nevada. There are no cloverleaf highways except in Las Vegas. Oh. I love it. Lawrence without the D.H., Chivas and Las Vegas. How so post modern and decadent like all at the same time. Or ribbony – meaning narrow, as in strip as in reference to endless. It is Nevada, drive where you like. Breathe the beautiful air. Love again. At least triolet is close to toil or toilet, which oddly enough is where I must go now.