Poetry

Ahead of me, not quite at the top, I could see in the starlight the dark neck and the black crew cut of a man in a charcoal suit. I called out to him, and he turned around and saw me.

Erasing. Black and White. Pynchon made poignant or problematic or paranoid or just plain wrong.

the exegesis of memes. the application of electromagnetic waves. extraterrestrial. the voyage beyond.

This dream will be forgotten, save that moment where the don turns to me, smiling through sun-dried crust of old age and smacking salt pork between his gums.