“I love to hear you get undressed” Jim Morrison tells me, and then, “I don’t care how loud you snore”…thanks!
It’s around 5:20 A.M. and the work that I am doing here is free from any and all constraints except the most important one…(you know)…(my brain)
There is a lid, somewhere, on the world, there is a lid, she says. Or said, and I’ve remembered.
Jim’s back again: “do you want a little sooouuul?”
He was probably a good man. And that might be all I want currently. A few of those.
Teachers die easily, it seems…
What else do I spend my time with but the conversion of energy from love to love to lover?
And what else can I do but come to the very edge of you?
And to come even that close, takes a stomach.