what worded woods. the game takes me far

then the witch's house. father father father.
posted at 3:03:45 PM

how far and which side these corrosive additions

blank me and blank you. a stretch of dry country

then an armload of irony. all for this. worthy sirs.
posted at 3:01:50 PM

far from stories. intending to stay

at the half-section i'm ruminant. a

colder brand for a hopeless region.

there's no life. like let's go jump it.

rudely antique manners swim up.

ears full of water. what did you do.

shake your head. then come clear.

we get refunds. a story gets told.
posted at 3:50:28 PM

without me saying they rush in and they

rush in powerfully without me saying any

sorrow they rush in as a duty or a favor

without me. markets and parakeets. so
posted at 12:25:05 PM

recycling song urges anyone to have it.

redundant trousers. exemplify how morning

exemplify how earnestly. as a cough then a grin

then beautiful music. hear it in white and wet.

singing me a moth's hungry as an ocean. stop

urgent song emergency help stop singing stop
posted at 12:21:44 PM

why some why not a why not hungry

which pose possibly in a shower in a magazine

why not a flower or an optometrist why not

without calendula or precision. or sun.
posted at 8:24:00 AM

or

anchored

eyes to

some desert

telling

as marked

we're freely

stunned

turning

or hostile

i couldn't decide

and made my hands into language

and ruined the simple patterns we

got

lessons in

island

testaments

or

bits of them

starkly

pronounced

put

why can't

you

or
posted at 9:28:00 PM

what in
sorcery

goes on
loosely

graceful
sticks

generous
juice
posted at 12:48:00 PM

mandarin
sundered

broke
down
paradise

a
loss
posted at 12:46:39 PM

which niche. let's puff toward it mouthing

sportive manifestos. in viscera we go grim.

etched in lumps we go tinker it to bits of

bloody extravagance. always hard to swallow

that peace flows that it rows peace like a
posted at 4:04:41 PM

then. in an inch of books we're muddled for good

and without roses we're swamped. a rummage verbatim.

no more what you meant to mean what you said.

forced spirals all over the tabletop. spilt wine.

read backwards. we get night back in ridiculous

lethargy. then. the ordinary swims halfway out to

take us limber back to dawn. and it goes like this

some time. and the pages roughen ready as trouble.
posted at 10:12:33 AM

o. o. i forgot to sing.
posted at 9:38:44 AM

pushes for rainy halls. there in the openings

in the coma. headed stalwart as an edge. dark

he said dark dark. and then dead. as we serve

it daily. finally done. with. wise guys in or

under lathers. a state of civic unrest i know

as typing unilluminated manuscripts says once

no one no one faints anymore so why no faints
posted at 9:27:00 AM