MORE LUGS because the lugs lays down and thinks. Dents above the covers and below also. Don’t touch the lugs. The lugs has a new boyfriend. The lugs stares out the window and spreads too much mayonnaise as a consequence. Used to be the cat of every ball, now a ballerina on the coffee table cock in hand. What a nice color the lugs bit into a persimmon (did you know?) an unripe one. Dull surprise, metal leaf dissolving over the tongue, then the nowhere taste not sour not sweet — of the lugs.

THIS IS AN essay on the lugs. Here he wears his thirtieth hat. In neither eye lives fear. He has not the lugs. The lugs is in your pajamas. The lugs has trouble with sleep. The lugs sleeps too much. The lugs is snappy in the wrong manner thus your family shies away. If there were a flock of parrots, feral parrots, whenever it was gray in the middle morning to make rusty noises or wheezy or sharp reminder noises to do what you were supposed to do but what were you supposed to do, that’s the sound of the lugs.

( ADDENDUM to an essay on transportation )

DEAR h., no sneezing, please.



ON THE OCCASION of the one hundred and second LA Carshow, an essay on transportation

WE THREW OUR heads back and said party party party party

She is as in a field a silken tent
At midday when a sunny summer breeze
Has dried the dew and all its ropes relent,
So that in guys it gently sways at ease,
And its supporting central cedar pole,
That is its pinnacle to heavenward
And signifies the sureness of the soul,
Seems to owe naught to any single cord,
But strictly held by none, is loosely bound
By countless silken ties of love and thought
To everything on earth the compass round,
And only by one’s going slightly taut
In the capriciousness of summer air
Is of the slightest bondage made aware.
(R. Frost)

FERTILIZED by the storm, overrunning the reservoir.

WE WONDER whether mimicry is worthwhile where there are no leaves fallen dried light brown to eat the heads of. Fool insect. This is Orange County. Paradise does not suffer the seasons.