About Ten Hours

About Ten Hours

I'd buy the one about the race, if I went into a bookstore and saw the cover. Akkbert
the hero, in all-instrumental jazz. I'd agree;
you're making the right decision as an editor with the theme.
Del went to live with the team, after getting into school;
and why weren't you with the other singers who would take your career along with theirs?
That's what happens in this.
You end up in a sea of Del, and no singer.
What about practice time?
Del has the same role as if he were a jazz great; then everyone reads his volume afterwards.

My brothers bought toy cars and a plastic red track and played with them after school. That's after I was given a green truck and my brother got a yellow truck.
The track took over my brothers' room,
and was instead of quite a rival for a train set in some other home.

It's because they don't delve the depths of conflict.

(He tried to stay out of growing up; but even if I lived my own life;
he'd still have any input if it's a tree tragedy on the horizon.
He thinks we were out there like other kids our age when we weren't.
Del didn't watch the cars because he couldn't choose them.
My brothers and I had them already).

In fall outing weather; in a few weeks,
everyone will be outdoors for the last days before it's too cold.
If Del stood out--the team would dive all over me--
I know that from family outings and then the eighties and a new family.
Going up to both--driving with the family group; we traveled together a lot.
We were tired and windswept from being outdoors in the cold too long--
like a team and a vacation, riding back.
No one wanted to hear about it.

He would have believed it;
you spent a lot of time with them and changed your personality and went to school,
instead of you left it,
which was divisive, but not the same as a relay every day.

It won't read off the page like a draft.

Afterwards? After I retire from art? Or after I can't sing?
Get a new career and turn twenty-one like other people? Maybe.
I would have noticed a form and imagery like that, in language and description,
the freer form and the way the language shapes in it. There's no connection to
where life has led you through a later view of possibility.

During the summer, when it was humid; I'd practice. One day,
I got together a recordable song and left it on a tape.
The early ideas were over-laden for the song, so we erased those,
got the song to sound right, and didn't perform them any more.
Then, after Saturdays listening,
I became a jazz singer with a hit song that I could look back on. Del knows as much about my career as I know about his.

Del works ten hours a day;
the team is at the beach or the airport or at home in front of the T.V.
Del lives music numbers for ten hours a day.
The team lives its identity.
They all live in the fall; the joke being, that lasts years.