this i visit long ... my tripling lingers ...
were we also farmers ... we were presents
marrying comparisons ... i stood tall in high
corn at the end of the world ... this i visit
frightened by the going on ... long
my tripling studies ... sunset on the wall
posted at 3:26:28 PM
a human squatting. exactly. in roses.
says yr justified. left or right.
says the apples come with irregular animals.
says waiting for the story. useful greens.
a human delivering. clearly. in bundles.
posted at 9:14:00 AM
as if the anime were as
i
was a rock or a stone
a plump granite death
for petals i got pinks
i wasn’t speaking of
a gendered ounce
of light
emergent playthings
i whickered their rubber wheels
to the new store
where shopgirls overweighed
as sighs my heavy
respiration relaxation
into their cool daydream
a gendered ounce
of news
surely you noticed how big their eyes
attempted the boys
in flutes of geranium-powered orgone
duplicated & abstract as any college-educated
one
a gendered ounce
of sense
trust me to the comic widows
i write foolish &
damn useless
evaporations
a junk-lit intuitive score
what the elevators call theory
i put in my gray books
& holler about the sad trees
weren’t you finally a thought
somewhere in the creekbed
no interest no payments
for sixty years
posted at 9:16:00 PM
