The Comber
fussed fuse >< hack lacking ,tress //
\\ born to soon yes <> trusty hung br
eak the thruster >><< loud log w
hat a bus )iness( >< fold the sha
dhow stinking in the mud >>><<< ah
clrouded lake ! <> my meal my mule
Plumbing
I doubt my faucet falters when
my face hangs over but your tussle
gathers in the afternoon and what’s
my closet alters is this place .p
lace of fumbled nickels ,keys of
ash .I banged my muscle lever
,lifted air across the snore and
nozzled halfway to the rope ,the
crumbled strands skittered cross
the floor .my number plunger
laughing past the window
Broth
brought the clacker out your toil
et loose and tilting butts
sat here .friday lather ,itchy
gate or nation ,so your bubbles
litter my yawning yard and sought
the stacks of oil .my father whines
my – ditch the plates and double
up the – glitter in the laundry .I
was saving the cancer off ,ticking in
the fork and puddled ,lathered ,bro
ken like a meatloaf gleaming in the soup
6
fuel butter
heap my g
land
wet dice
! !
pelted cheese
sock trust
bray
.s.
last think
just mort
all the fine
, ,
dunk
lock the gate
low ))) rot
fell my t
snore
((
led a ray
dust meat
...heh...
brains flavor
saw pile
sl,,,,,,aw
beak sore
dual
fussed fuse >< hack lacking ,tress //
\\ born to soon yes <> trusty hung br
eak the thruster >><< loud log w
hat a bus )iness( >< fold the sha
dhow stinking in the mud >>><<< ah
clrouded lake ! <> my meal my mule
Plumbing
I doubt my faucet falters when
my face hangs over but your tussle
gathers in the afternoon and what’s
my closet alters is this place .p
lace of fumbled nickels ,keys of
ash .I banged my muscle lever
,lifted air across the snore and
nozzled halfway to the rope ,the
crumbled strands skittered cross
the floor .my number plunger
laughing past the window
Broth
brought the clacker out your toil
et loose and tilting butts
sat here .friday lather ,itchy
gate or nation ,so your bubbles
litter my yawning yard and sought
the stacks of oil .my father whines
my – ditch the plates and double
up the – glitter in the laundry .I
was saving the cancer off ,ticking in
the fork and puddled ,lathered ,bro
ken like a meatloaf gleaming in the soup
6
fuel butter
heap my g
land
wet dice
! !
pelted cheese
sock trust
bray
.s.
last think
just mort
all the fine
, ,
dunk
lock the gate
low ))) rot
fell my t
snore
((
led a ray
dust meat
...heh...
brains flavor
saw pile
sl,,,,,,aw
beak sore
dual
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