The day-to-day whether
it’s face-to-face or
to-phone as sitting
in a café, a fireplace
flickers

The rain outside whsys’
stem i find myself listen
ing to my pen jotting down
the presence of flesh is
evident

Yet, it’s only sound that
matters/subjections/directions/
rejections/opinions of the
people surintegrated critical
analysis

Of Brion Gysin and the Cut Up.
His tructure that tells the
story of not one, but of a culture,
thus, pages of words, developing a
dialog

With them sitting aroun this
is not the definition of a Cut
Up, but certainly seem digesting
photographic memories and
everything

Seemeds of the Cut Up, depicting
the rawness of the age we
live in, Picture this Waking
to four or five conversations
simultantechnique

Of cutting multiple texts and
rearranging them in baspers sweet
nothings to the six-foot windows.
Theothly as the hazelnut latte made
it’s way

Through myowever, it is where
I am now reading many books,
many random happenings/emotions
feelings/objections’d this little table
minutes

Later i’ve realized my mind
was rounding me. Sporadic input
aligned on the page in o’familiar,
so comfortable, i could just
fall asleep

Creating a new story. i called
it Panera Café 2008eously creating
chatter, each speaking to each
other ins to be a fine
qualification

For nomination for the evolution
008 it was 1959 when Brion
Gysin discovered the — k into
one space — the Cut Up
don’t blink