Monday, August 19, 2013


disintegrates the sot lake
flame’s runny hose your
greasy fog face your
lurk and heap next the
abbatoir  )sock fury(  ch
ew chew yr opinionated g
ash your dial tone’s b
low number ,devotion to
that abdominal hash
lake’s wavering junk
mail just swallow the
limp garbage towel  .vib
ration in the meat m
orn ,atmospheric bifocals
on the feet storm’s in
ner cloud gate  ,“ham
lurking” in the Amazon
where yr glass nose’s
polluted itches it’s a rit
ual itch its it ch it s i tch

With autodidactic mastications
from 3 poems by Reed Altemus


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