Les Cats
by Erik Sweet

I arranged a funeral in the dimension of a triangle going up live and into the rear-view like boys gone invisible we’re the spirit of galaxy arrangement squares times The things that were there are no longer available We used it all up and have no choices left but love contempt for picking fights with solid objects I’ll throw my voice ill like I’ll lay it all down Time for that being born moment live               I’ll throw my voice ill               like I’ll lay it all down Said:     it is time to arrange these letters and let them float on air alone— maybe I prefer it that way— 10.16.02 Les Chats (the cats) (Re-mixed by Lori Quillen) I’ll throw my voice at the galaxy’s arrangement: squares floating letters on “born air” like I’ll lay it all down-  ill. Arranged a funeral, going up rear-view like boys, invisible in the dimension of a triangle maybe I prefer that way. Things no longer available: 1) live  2) gone  3) spirit into times that were used up, born into moment love No choices left but contempt for solid fights & picking objects time to arrange these moments that being said: live alone. I’ll throw my voice at the galaxy’s arrangement squares floating letters on “born air” like I’ll lay it all down-  ill. By Erik Sweet (re-mixed by Lori Quillen) 10.22.02

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