#FreeVerse
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
The very flatness of portraits makes for nostalgia in the connoisseur. Here’s the latest
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…
What if I were turned on by seemi… or “extrapolate?” What if I maneuvered conversation… words? Perhaps the excitement would come…
Sad, fat boy in pirate hat. Long, old, dented, copper—colored Ford. How many traits must a thing have
A girl is running. Don’t tell me “She’s running for her bus.” All that aside!
The jacaranda, for instance, is be… but not serious. That much I can guess. And that the view
A career in vestige management. A dream job back—engineering shifts in salience. I’m so far
Shooting pleasures Ok’d by My being seen For Or as
A merchant is probing for us with his chintz curtain effect. *
You may “have” sex— but those round sink—holes beneath the off—ramps, scabbed with whatever
If sadness is akin to patience, we’re back! Pattern recognition was our first response
Card in pew pocket announces, “I am here.” I made only one statement because of a bad winter.
You’re it. It is (you are) an error with an arsenal of disguises,
With whom do you leave yourself during reveries? The one making coffee or doing the driving—
