my martyrs as geese. flopping in the yard.

put me in their place. stuffed in all propriety.

i was reading an obscure book. it put me

thickly down the gutter. i was rushing in

and out for rain. and flying. a good jewish

boy. i dreamed i was. hatching and hooting

a garden's worth. dreamed a store a fire.

refusing to put my money down. stoned

by children at the service desk. returns.
posted at 8:40:56 PM

on it as. from a private book. or swampy guess.

on it as organdy wishes in port for a storm. in

local bellies in zoos. we're fine on it as. oafs.
posted at 8:03:35 AM

a jar. this holds madness. back.

i'm the ritual cupboard. legs and

arms. insupportable dance of is.

come round again. honey. come.
posted at 7:04:28 PM

this couple stands for traffic. in a gloom

i'm scratching yr name. in a stone. calling

you sylvester. for the quick transport of

bugs. opening and decomposing loss. i'm

my own approaching. my own as past water.
posted at 1:28:52 PM

this big rock is a lamp unto. dark

like a clump a cave lights night.

a shudder sounds me out a god.

finally in yr red dogma i can see

our ridiculous solidity. a moon in

mud. catch me turning back as a
posted at 12:09:21 PM

maybe. if you say it. uncles have it.

wind as deep. in my regular shoes.

three brown inches. then a leap.

a part. in the middle of the store.

something flew apart. was a tree.
posted at 9:44:57 PM

an incoherence of vowels. and consonants gets me going.

tell me aardvarks laking juices. stuffers and pokes. you get

used to flinging wallward. sympathetics. but i'm a rowing

out past the farthers. where you'll find us kiss us. no bet.
posted at 7:57:14 PM

i'm purling. and overt

as a door comes. up

the next winter's so

blue for us. teach it

to wish. on my news.

i'm telling you plain

true things. showing
posted at 10:59:56 AM

far as speaking goes you. heard me fall

to silences. unnatural. not uncommon. i

wasn't around when you said. my book

is coming out in the spring. you'll see its

dear bulge and want a copy. but there's

only one. i said it out. over again. as free
posted at 10:29:44 AM

my ancedote comes in any number of words. you might like

this rolling syntax, no. you might approve it with stamps of

gold. here comes my anecdote. it's not a bitter one kind of

sweet actually if you read it slowly. am i making sense now.

here i am with lightning. here i am rearranging coyotes at

dawn. here comes the next set of papers. there she goes.

i'm a rift in any moment. put me here. something starts to
posted at 3:15:01 PM

asking is a usefullness. pulls it from

the bottoms we meant. that's a hard

corridor. scuttled as all good. ships.

way down in. the lightlorn seeming.
posted at 11:22:47 AM

do mourning. lost uses. believing in saints

breaks the connection. when i was listening

so hard. do banners of calendar smirks. far

gone. sour blue tanks of monthly. doing it.

on the red track we misremembered as america.
posted at 11:19:58 AM