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Me, ya’ sure.
fade into man and woman, see the words into heads
Where violet leaves ain’t
where next, you know, mouth without teeth

nightmare?

You hate a lot of it TALL
degenerate and faithless

City is a dog, prison is a prison
Prisms and sky dogs
Hate and holes
Voles and moles
Heat and hate

in a few, it’s just how paint sails
wind warps (and so on)
just a guy, you say

Exactly, eggs-actley! the point —>

i’m ears in arrears one head
toward the horizon
not dark not, not anything at all,
Really

The point is The Pulling
relations conflations + afflatus
i’m in a back way jumbled
& green—
gang-renous
SwoLLen and venomous
c u t-up in seaweed and night-
mare

standing in thee Golden ratio:
budded in Biddeford and Buddha-
suffused + elated (again) I have

A culture—mono and agro—
Ogre and agape. Respond////
emergency

… paper out of time

What I’m Reading:

“Life was one long not knowing anything at all: not knowing that there they were in their cage, husband and wife, husband and husband, wife and children, father and father, sons and fathers, terrified, universal apes.”

— José Revueltas / The Hole