#FreeVerse
The doll told me to exist. It said, “Hypnotize yourself.” It said time would be transfixed.
So these are the hills of home. H… nearly subliminal. To see them is… double, hear bad puns delivered wi… An untoward familiarity. Rising from my sleep, the road is…
“must represent the governess for, of course, the creature itsel… could not inspire such terror.” staring at me fixedly, no trace of recognition.
A girl is running. Don’t tell me “She’s running for her bus.” All that aside!
There were distinctive dips and shivers in the various foliage, syncopated, almost cadenced in the way
Complex systems can arise from simple rules. It’s not that we want to survive, it’s that we’ve been drugged
Card in pew pocket announces, “I am here.” I made only one statement because of a bad winter.
A career in vestige management. A dream job back—engineering shifts in salience. I’m so far
Ventriloquy is the mother tongue. Can you colonize rejection by phrasing your request, “Me want?”
Shooting pleasures Ok’d by My being seen For Or as
If sadness is akin to patience, we’re back! Pattern recognition was our first response
It’s as if we’ve just been turned… in order to learn that the beetle we’ve caught and are now devouring is our elder brother
Sad, fat boy in pirate hat. Long, old, dented, copper—colored Ford. How many traits must a thing have
The very flatness of portraits makes for nostalgia in the connoisseur. Here’s the latest
You may “have” sex— but those round sink—holes beneath the off—ramps, scabbed with whatever