Thursday, April 15, 2010

Lunch

.sits on sandwich .clouds the door .paged
the stonebook and .mist and cheese .the lock
ed ladder .falls .writhing dust .meat and
window .cage the chairs ok ,mumble .ice .caw
fuller ,my ripe tendrils smoke my thunder
blinks what you your burning eggs I saw the
mice return nruter .where the fist’s freezed
the sliced of breads springs back
ham


water





spoil







Craw

drink resistance ,peldaño bright with blood and bro
ken gl ass that fell outside a mirror .cor
rective paste or past my tunnel leavings :eg
gshell ,knifeblade ,keychain .the rice w allow
ed in my coffee cup the face that fell ,dou
ble doubted ,maze an maize behind the
hill the watered grave the stones forever
dry

ashead




mice





Ghost

cage
the neck smoke ,hammers ,lofty clods
gum
take the candle grease and hide
full
what tastes and stumbles past the lake
fine
table hair and lists of crabs
intention
trot ahead and double all your meat
fly
past and denser claw puddles ,crystalline
thumbing




Business

baste
bloom and ,bullet knot ,fowl dock
form
taste your tooth sandal ,mineral water
said
dozen felt ,boys and oil ,napkin
slug
the nodding tooth the whistled fuel
flag
wringing in the nest ,you mysticize
jug
tandem sinking while you write a storm
fund








bloc




fort




heaver











bump gas












trun




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