too old for vision I must settle for dreams

• People who think Lynn Cheney writes her tweets and reads the replies and think: my tweet is the one that will shame Lynn Cheney into giving up everything she lives for
• In great news for me but horrid news for you I fired beige quad lighthouse for orange dot lighthouse (now known as orange dotablet) meaning
• yellow dot not dead yet though my hand needs reviving
• A love letter - Serendipity be blessed, I type the first bullet last night and SHAZAM! this morning in Your Fucking Washington Post - a Love Letter to Liz Cheney
• Said love letter probably went to bed before Cheney yesterday deliberately and with bad faith accused Tlaib of anti-Semitism, not that the Post would accuse its love of bad faith
• Bang, but not true, the racists weren't misreading
• New Order's *Low Life* released 35 years ago yesterday (and wait until the birthday run coming, May the birthdayiest month in Egoslavia!)

• Fine metaphors abound
• That Abrams isn't running for Senate in Georgia or O'Rourke for Senate in Texas or whatever the fucks name from Colorado isn't running for Senate in Colorado and now this nobody fuck from Montana isn't running for Senate in Montana proof positive of Bad Faith of Democrats
• Bulletin from Our Climate Future
• Today's something I twaated last night I thought was funny but nobody like (also, today's stupidass Star Trek allusion)
• The Military-Industrial Virus
• Bulletin from Our Climate Future
• Both Keith and Rosmarie Waldrop make appearances here (I will buy the anthology once I finish three books I already own, new rules imposed this year)
• Once upon a time there was always a New Order song in my head

DIMINISHED GALLERIES

Keith Waldrop

too old for

vision I must

settle for dreams

    

specific forms

of cloud

     

(body surrounded by

body)

    

every sensation con-

ceals a dream

     

fresco

     

figurine

   

sculpture in

low relief

     

(a motor halo a

mental blue)

     

cleft in the

logical space

     

(wilderness or

wrack)

     

we have lived

on a ladder to

the window of a

room to which

the key is lost

     

(words lost

in the music)