Today, Manhattan. 31st and Madison. I am ahead of myself by 3 hours. The city is full with poets. Poem I wrote this morning, "Wheeled Casbah," snatched from my hand on the L train by what I can only assume was a poetic competitor. Reward offered to anyone who can provide information leading to the apprehension of the perpetrator. Could Ron Silliman help? John Latta complains of his trying to place Kathleen Fraser, but I would really appreciate it if he could PLACE the g--damn Williamsburg hipster who stole my poem and took it to Brooklyn. Any aesthetic detectives out there?