"Unconscious Mutterings #194 On 11/1/06"

1. Stuff :: of the oaken heart,


2. Block :: of wooden lead for the splintery head,


3. Ingredient :: ingrata, I stay in my locked room,


4. Flagrant :: and flagrantly unloved, the dead


5. Dandruff :: of my days sloughs off like me, a


6. Betty :: in a bar, barred from your exclusive


7. Tide :: , a touch that touches me.


8. Judges :: would exonerate us.


9. Take it easy :: Rest in the knowledge of rage, that


10. Chef :: in high standing, that pot-boiler: the ya pasado ya pasó

* Be there in the tiding, good tiding on a day of the dead -- subliminally.