4/2 …vision of a man buckling his seat belt during an accident, while the car is flipping. Who is he, that consummate adjuster? Me? / south of Roanoke spot first blooming trees I’ve seen this spring, and yellow conflagrations of forsythia / vision of a mountaintop hamlet of storm-traumatized sailors seeking highest driest ground / Bristol, Tennessee harmonic sprawl / Seat-sore hips threaten to add a verb to the English language: sjkorblefluttle / the artist’s eye = the eye that holds things in place / mountains pull closer as we enter NC at a steep angle / Asheville bricks! Haywood Street! Upgraded to King’s suite! Gas fireplace! Trout on the terrace! Shower acreage!
In the following clip I deliver a royal monologue based on my few-word story “Hamlet skips performance, swims instead”: