I recall a boil, whereupon as I had to sit, br just where, and when I had to, for deadlines. br O I could learn to type standing, br but isn't it slim to be slumped off from that, br problems undignified, fiery dig salt mines?— br Content on one's black flat: br br soming no deadline—is all ancient nonsense— br no typewriters—ha! ha!—no typewriters— br alas! br For I have much to open, I know immense br troubles & wonders to their secret curse. br Yet when erect on my ass, br br pissed off, I sat two-square, I kept shut my mouth br and stilled my nimble fingers across keys. br That is I stood up. br Now since down I lay, void of love & ruth, br I'd howl my knowings, only there's the earth br overhead.