hybrid poem via keyboard chance operations

got passage recount time
presage press : bunny musculature
policy sets vs set accounts
treble and clean

cleft and warble

every app has its own keyboard

this is all broke down, no chance of fixin’

What I’m Reading:

this is the year that police revolvers,
stove-hot, blister the fingers
of raging cops,
and nightsticks splinter in their palms

— Martin Espada / “Imagine the Angels of Bread”