Saturday, May 2, 2009

Pg. 27

I'm afraid, Mr.
that. I do trust
else, nobody else,
you can help me.
would have run away
ought anybody else


Strong, you're
ome of that strength
Help me, Mr. Spade.
because if you don't
matter how willing?
me blindly, but I do.
Help me."


"Now you are danger
Shaughnessy went
offering it to him

1 comment:

Delia Psyche said...

I've read the entries back to 11 March. Apparently you've cut up The Maltese Falcon and reassembled the fragments in some Tristan Tzara-like way. I'm reminded of William S. Burroughs and John Ashbery's poem "Europe." An interesting experiment.