I hang that calendar for the art
it's a rotational poster
& now it's from the wrong decade
I write in it sometimes anyway
birthdays, naturally
& the occasional
BRIAN is back in town.
it may not be 2004 but I don't
even ever check
EGON SCHIELE's March man in a
yellow chair looking out over the hebetude
all the while the pink cuff & other limpid
habiliments speak in levels
having achieved timelessness that man
appears to be impatient
caravansary wallpaperings? maybe
I'm just getting the wrong impression.
such a lovely chair.
