The Pastness of the Past or Notes taken in English 225, Am. Lit 2.

I see a speck of dust walking between the blue lines.
If you meet a Buddha, kill him.
If you meet a patriarch of the law, kill him
The jerky realization of a motif is remarkable.
Freshly washed hair helps the broodiness I have accepted as an integral part of my existence.
Views askance.
Let’s begin then, with vulgarization. Muddying the past and pinning hopes on Naipaul’s “The past is deep.” A line a day for me.
I hope you have fish tonight.

I
Swim in limp
Break me- you
Stick making, sick mating
Aah, Aah, Eee, Eee
Ooh
Rap! Clean streaks on
Dusty mats.
Sifting through texts
For ridicule, like
Monkey backs.
Exes
Fly and settle down
Heavily
And then I
Colour.