#FreeVerse
Shooting pleasures Ok’d by My being seen For Or as
A merchant is probing for us with his chintz curtain effect. *
With whom do you leave yourself during reveries? The one making coffee or doing the driving—
Sad, fat boy in pirate hat. Long, old, dented, copper—colored Ford. How many traits must a thing have
There were distinctive dips and shivers in the various foliage, syncopated, almost cadenced in the way
Card in pew pocket announces, “I am here.” I made only one statement because of a bad winter.
Discomfort marks the boundary. One early symptom was the boundary… The invention of hunger. I could use energy. To serve.
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…
The very flatness of portraits makes for nostalgia in the connoisseur. Here’s the latest
spider on the cold expanse of glass, three stories high rests intently and so purely alone. I’m not like that!
A career in vestige management. A dream job back—engineering shifts in salience. I’m so far
We know the story. She turns back to find her trail devoured by birds. The years; the
Complex systems can arise from simple rules. It’s not that we want to survive, it’s that we’ve been drugged
What if I were turned on by seemi… or “extrapolate?” What if I maneuvered conversation… words? Perhaps the excitement would come…
You’re it. It is (you are) an error with an arsenal of disguises,