(from: the Loss Lieder)
cold stone road you never know
looking
at illegal adopting
fair
use humanity range it’s as
if
painting the blue poles w.
yr own
blood
a
call saying stats wander
bridge-burning for the whole community
drawn victims
unplaced scope
public
integrity doesn’t believe in that tearing sound
just
ornery, & online &
ping!
flat hardened
walk by, conversing
a
holy terror is pathology in springtime
you
can’t wear human hair
wigging
out in NY summer... laughing
at
something’s a new romantic ballad
--the
roamin’ gaze flips a generic day off
teaching
men how to have contempt is like addressing
an
eel with a unicycle squids have
daily
catch remembrance
the search for home slits drowning & laughing
coyote held in forgetting—
operatic? hidden digital swing a penny for your horror...
songbook for
factions in microform
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