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of dross
one large drop
proving nothing /no matter doesn’t
float and the egg
destines itself to live in the word
wanders /the word troubadour
the egg exits
though nothing matters
she knits green cotton yarn
into the flat land of/nothing
(&) is new under the sun
the word green rests close to
blue /baby floats an inch
above the surface
she is a relative to string theory
she is (the memo) the bright
spot on sale in the eye
a bright dross
spins herself to another self
a shaping
of steps out of the cave
the word is her double
when she walks down
The stairs in pieces
shaping sculpture
into the lips of (eccentric
) graffiti
planets in between
takes no lotus
light only
morning breath
6:00
am words
splayed unhinged
moon drama
desultory trails of night hollow hollow
bone diamonds
floating 6:01
wind am skin dust
swept implants
memorizing loneliness
marching forward
yeast hollows honey
stuck in blood planted
in corners
clotted rivers
6:15
am soggy
dogs & rhododendron
blooms float
frog tails
computer child
6:30
eruption is not funded 6:30
am bus holds moist
questions in mist
fists memorabilia bounces off
facebook into edible and intricate
puzzles of taste
dog nap
on small bird planets
7:00-5:00 in
between dotted lines squeezing out
the prices of
fear
flash & sadness s
splits carriers of intelligence
thought is
not so much the words
just a crow
with questions
wearing it
nature balances
on a wing
in your unbearable position
she rides to places
next to/ you I lie when
my face turns/ north
finding the inner stone if life
danced to death when ants romp
waltzes one two three
always stealing secrets of
unhappiness ( an Old lady rides
the bus) and blood’s floral
the seasons in and out I don’t
know why I feel so large
digesting small PIeces give me
ocean mystery in /a quiet
hall ( she rides the bus
knits the sweater ) the light
the eye Red jolts a
jello of murder where there is
so little to do replacing the dust
gorged on meat The bones do a
/dainty /dance another nose to
blow (she rides the bus and Writes
three words ) the genius of pills fits
into small places EXplodes
self Worth with the ditto side of
perception plays the piano before seconds
bursts into flames the white tea kettle
whistles in the well of tears
I divine Water with/in the heart is
my heart throw it out And if it
rises a witch A murder in the summer
Cleft of birth many street arms
are counted and Stretched little /Little
lambs on/ to the ship set sail
with purple spices the GListening
sweat of shoulders sweet meat
again and Again at the end the ship
holds life size arms hanging onto
the water ( the little Old lady rides the bus
and holds A Cup of water )
and they were never in mud/silent
middle The human remains in stone
girl band
twig people who didn’t believe fall into four dimensions they never stood straight they never counted themselves more than once what exists in a zip lock bag is a pre-existing condition there are no sunny days for certainty 500,000 dream women spake in tiny tongues formed the first girl band trees see through songs a depiction of fluttering wings tapestry of hybrid unicorns and plums what more than snake skins elixirs do you want we packed ourselves explosives no one felt better computers spilled out orgasms swollen seeds for the manufacturing of dogma fragmented list of enemies 500,000 the song on two strings japanese tones In the first layer of tears no one cried the sound of broken beauty opened and bled onto the parking lots heads dully fall thud men crouched around fire women wearing cheap flimsy bodies feel a procession of ants tight and magnificent
water for mrs lot
in favor of insanity
I am water
do not feed me art
the northern lake divided
into territories ceasing water’s
motion to exist
all natural all salt lot’s wife
bobbed in the dead sea
then the cell phone rang
now immortalized in words
flying crows
inserted themselves
infecting the others
I flew out of my house
I will die on desperate planets
waging cellular warfare
in virtual games
all my voices are unplanned births
wanting to be part wolf
from the mysterious ditches
In the rain
the slightly insane man playing soccer
is no longer enclosed in cutting edge oxygen
beautiful inky squids
are made out
of dusk and broken flowers