Th'gin

T-- it starts with a 't' the hustling rabble said to me, as if I cared, I don't want to go there, whatever is meant by a starry story, the one about the job, unfinished, he forgot to say, but it could be better, of course, given this weather and the way the ball is being played-- like Goliath's handicap, a defective sac, and I couldn't have said it any better.  Never to rerun, the show is not to be rerun, it's getting harder to draw blood from the stone, the bloody stone-- the brick to the head.  He couldn't believe the things sickness could do, it comes back to you, if you don't relent when I told you ribald stories. Me me me, I I I: the article, the particulate, shining lights on occupied mouth: receiving attention for carpentry's virtue, a missed cue, like when she kissed you, and I looked at the floor counting ten rays.  Which direction holds water?