all's well/ head a trifle sensitive for i was dim sum yester/ what possessed me i do not know but en route to acquire rx i drank k and from then it got celestial and messy by turns, as 'it' has a tendency to do/ but sitting blissed as the evening turned golden i surmised the day'd been on balance excellent/ almost finished sons and lovers which is written about as well as anyone could ever write/ dh and miller, a, have that rare ability to write a window onto a scene/ most writers, no matter how talented, still show you words but these guys show you images/ the weather is stifling hot, the air of water-like solidity/ well, off for a drink and scribble some lines...

the weather is hot and stifling/ woke with a sharp h'over so finished the night-before's wine, easing the port-like consistency with eau (most new world wines are almost as strong as port and taste not too dissimilar)/ 'd mater for lunch and then worked a while/ jus' finished lenny bruce's auto. for the second time and 've started sons and lovers/ my computer's fucked so i'm working long hand/ i hope it can be fixed because i've nothing backed up and stand to loose lots of music, poetry and short stories/ 'tw'd be something of a tragedy but then, everything is as it is/ as i go about in pity for myself the clouds still drift above/