THE HUNCHBACK TROUT
The creek was made narrow by littl
too close together. The creek was
booths in a row with high Victoria
taken off and all the backs of the
you’re just a copy
of all the candy bars
I’ve ever eaten.
A trout-colored wind blows
through my eyes, through my finger
and I remember how the trout
used to hide from the dinosaurs
when they came to drink at the riv
Three crates of Private Eye Lett
the name and drawing of a detectiv
with magnifying glass on the sides
of the crates of lettuce,
form a great cross in man’s imagin
There are doors
that want to be free
from their hinges to
fly with perfect clouds.
There are windows
Worsewick Hot Springs was nothing
boards across the creek. That was
The boards dammed up the creek eno
bathtub there, and the creek flowe
invited like a postcard to the oce
I don’t care how God-damn smart
these guys are: I’m bored.
It’s been raining like hell all da
and there’s nothing to do.
unlaid / 20 days
The petals of the vagina unfold
like Christofer Columbus
taking off his shoes.
Is there anything more beautiful
than the bow of a ship