#FreeVerse
Ventriloquy is the mother tongue. Can you colonize rejection by phrasing your request, “Me want?”
spider on the cold expanse of glass, three stories high rests intently and so purely alone. I’m not like that!
Discomfort marks the boundary. One early symptom was the boundary… The invention of hunger. I could use energy. To serve.
You’re it. It is (you are) an error with an arsenal of disguises,
Sad, fat boy in pirate hat. Long, old, dented, copper—colored Ford. How many traits must a thing have
What if I were turned on by seemi… or “extrapolate?” What if I maneuvered conversation… words? Perhaps the excitement would come…
With whom do you leave yourself during reveries? The one making coffee or doing the driving—
Complex systems can arise from simple rules. It’s not that we want to survive, it’s that we’ve been drugged
The very flatness of portraits makes for nostalgia in the connoisseur. Here’s the latest
There were distinctive dips and shivers in the various foliage, syncopated, almost cadenced in the way
You may “have” sex— but those round sink—holes beneath the off—ramps, scabbed with whatever
“must represent the governess for, of course, the creature itsel… could not inspire such terror.” staring at me fixedly, no trace of recognition.
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…
A merchant is probing for us with his chintz curtain effect. *
We know the story. She turns back to find her trail devoured by birds. The years; the