Dear Neil

it is getting cOld.
nOt frEEzinG,
defiNately, reveRse sPrinG*
lOvinG tHe OranGe scARf*
& micrO fiBre liNed mArkeT miTTens*
wAntinG a new tOque*
tHey dOn't maKe 'em biG & flOppy anymOre.
re.thINKinG
flOppy tOque in favOUr Of kniTTed tOques wiTH knIttED flOwers*
(...mAy.be.nOt...)

.:dreaming Of a fire place,
lOg cabin,
in the mOuntains:.
eatinG Only
buTTer cOOkies
-*i maKe a meAn pAn Of cOOkies*with almONds*-
&
wearinG Only elastic waisted high pants,
with knitted sOck slippers.*

*slEEp.*

currently eating licorice
& thinking.
i don't want to set my alarm.
.ever.

wHILe tHe nEigHBOurs stOMp*

hAMMeR*
tiNy thuMB nAils*
heMP & cOpPeR*
:hAll
.lOw.
dRywALL*

ARtWORk *hiDDEn*
sOftlY
CaNdLE
LiT*.