Read a poem by another poet written
on the same day:

Since I end too early
I must have started too early
actually a false start
if we compare athletics
in the tiny—here I kill
a moth viciously at second
bungled attempt hitting myself
and crushing it in a plastic
tissue pack—Oxfordshire
cottage.

or too eager if we remember
the worry of no information
the desire to get down to it

or perhaps I simply slipped
in the counting
or slept and woke and wrote
twice in one night
once up and once from sleep
but no I believe I started
too early

otherwise why 29 and not 30
days? Simply because today
is the start of thursday to
friday? Nope, still 29th
not 30th
Oh fuck it I'll have to look
in my diary and tell you
tomorrow, on XXI.
                    August 30th
                    (or not!)

Vienna