#FreeVerse
Sad, fat boy in pirate hat. Long, old, dented, copper—colored Ford. How many traits must a thing have
Card in pew pocket announces, “I am here.” I made only one statement because of a bad winter.
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
Ventriloquy is the mother tongue. Can you colonize rejection by phrasing your request, “Me want?”
A girl is running. Don’t tell me “She’s running for her bus.” All that aside!
A merchant is probing for us with his chintz curtain effect. *
spider on the cold expanse of glass, three stories high rests intently and so purely alone. I’m not like that!
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…
With whom do you leave yourself during reveries? The one making coffee or doing the driving—
Discomfort marks the boundary. One early symptom was the boundary… The invention of hunger. I could use energy. To serve.
Shooting pleasures Ok’d by My being seen For Or as
There were distinctive dips and shivers in the various foliage, syncopated, almost cadenced in the way
The very flatness of portraits makes for nostalgia in the connoisseur. Here’s the latest
What if I were turned on by seemi… or “extrapolate?” What if I maneuvered conversation… words? Perhaps the excitement would come…