Brandon Cronenberg

(additional repulsive symptoms in private)

(they are always "little")

(some swimming test, I imagine)

(for I own a photostat of that poor boy's calligraph)

(with an ashtray affixed to its giant paw)

(befitting, perhaps, their dated notion of an American sidewalk, but hardly suiting a weirdly illumined maze of English hedges)

(natural resources, the frequency of mirages in different deserts)

(the true reader's main organ)

(anagram of "regards," see?)

(the sect, not the shop)

(please imagine what should follow here - the history of mirrors)

(in the form of a Russian crescent loaf)

(save one, all these names are approximations, of course)

(the edible part of each fingernail gone except for a dark linear limit embedded in a roll of yellowish flesh)

(which in those days of tight waists looked like an inverted heart)

(or rather, had some blissful replacement for the flesh, expressed in semi-dreamlike terms)

(a tradition subsisted from my lodging days that I adored her cakes)

(not easily explainable in non-technical terms to non-roof-lovers)

(I settle and you buzz by; then I buzz up and you settle; then jerk-jerk-jerk; then we both buzz up)

(no doubt pretty banal in 1420 B.C.)