is playing a CD: The Mothers; Cocker; Bonzo Dog and Dylan; and she wasn't even born then. These are .D..E. my .D..E. mind, not hers, and I mind, lots. She has no satisfaction, no wearing of association, no fitting of words-music-times - these are mine not hers - for her mind is white and 90's and what's worse: she does her exercises to them sacrilegiously. .next poem