a crawlspace, where the scraps of lines and letters encountered throughout the day are stored as bookmarks for reference and later use

22.9.09

I've found a dent in the ground
concave and wet

so i reached down to feel its ridge
around the far edge

and it hit me,
a coconut on the parietal

crushed, juiced
fed by gravitous and inertial raw.

Let me rephrase the question:
when a steppenwolf
battles today's banality,

the admissions office tells him
to fill out an application?