I Suppose This is All a Lefthand Path

Detective Hardwood looks like Batman this morning pouty cupidy mouth and a lot of black sculptural clanking the statuary in my mortuary, the Masonic Hall having burned again in dreams but everyone still keeps skipping towards it it's a hollow a round shell my life as the shape of the ways I've been fucked by prevailing thought & practice all the conscious and unconscious sexisms selfishnesses affluences assumptions suppressions in drift GET   RID   OF   ALL   CONTROLS—is what the Soul keeps screaming. ____________________ I look up someone grins you're a bloody feral wolf-face I like you. ____________________ I sleep-walked in a dream to a man's apartment— a man I'm doing business with— I forgot, but how could I? how I'd gotten there, and when I die will I remember all such forgotten things GET   RID   OF   THE   CONTROLS I want to remember now. I apologized to the man for not adhering to office hours it was four a.m. Office hours are better he said. Don't arrive anywhere in your sleep don't mix up night and day soul and detective. No. ____________________ There must be so much to reclaim because I'm so limited ____________________ this. They broke your day they fought it you forgot how advantageous to be fit with god and not see eye you forgot gold sun brilliant in this story go in conscious. ____________________ That queen that Assyrian woman was so cruel and that never occurred to her ... but those eyes saw raw smells and gods everywhere dusty this dust I was truly assembled from at least as you, we are communally such. If you say you'll hurt me, do you really mean me I can't be, can I, hurt? ____________________ “Hut Sut Tut Mut there's gonna be a wedding” I dream that's a song. Wake up with, in my head, “They say don't go on Wolverton Moun-tain” (“Her tender lips/are sweeter than hone-y” ____________________ Later. I have a drop of blood on a front tooth I kind of don't mind— This the list of what we've done: It was different structure we killed it put beasts in the refrigerator and that was almost as bad as my own enslavement. Then I saw Christ's blood pumped into a rejuvenating mummy. This great sickness we're part of apple clot and can you really chew it detective Oh sure I can, I'm Robert Mitch-ham. ____________________ you've broke your own sto I'm sort of hysterical the E is it for hope, cutting the E might be for Hope Nope and bloody, the bloodiest is Hope. Where are the E's of exactness? E is my middle name