……………………………………………………………………………….. morning 151

i saw billy shakespeare on broadway yesterday morning, after coffee. he was holding hands with the author of Heresiarch…hated their outfits. and this, the distraction, as i witnessed a speeding yellow ferrari chased by screaming cop cars, i bumped into a mail man (strangely resembling charlie parker) who said, with a sly grin,"same license plate as miles." everyday occurences in new york, i thought. when out of nowhere, overloaded with groceries, wearing the strangest shoes i've ever seen, grossly over weight and sporting a pink toupe, was sigmund freud. as he passed, he mumbled something about the beast with two backs being audited by the u.s. taxation office. returning home, i'd forgotten the day's properties, but i often hear songs in the mirror when i shave. i pour honey and basil in the washing machine, and demand that my dry cleaners burn nothing but rubies and sapphires to ease the pain of sunset.

sadiq bey