Justin made hamburgers for me & him yesterday for lunch, they were good. 6/20/18



Three by James Sallis


The revolt against poetry
continues. No more literature!
And yet, language goes on working
its way up out of you, through you.

What you know, you will know
absolutely, you insist, or not at all.
Metaphors bring to mind
those floppy rubber boots the British wear.

Tear down all walls!
Bury all towers!

Then you pause and I see,
in your eyes, that you know:
you are, yourself, the world
you demolish, the only world.