migrant beef touts topsy turgid
mounted on a flat
what may I help you with today
the fedup copters brink away at shrunken
drunken posthumosity, and why not?
daydreams made of daylight snail through
all the cotton lamp-to-be light
and these children (recency) anoint
the pavement with this pastel chalk
of better dresses from the springtime
of bestowed remorse and you my picket
fence, how can I learn to fence with you
how can I divine integrity from the sheep
lawn painted shamrock when in fact
the daunting booklet of a bankroll
has been suffering in private the privations
of an owl and claimed wisdom's consecutive
appointment of a self runs down the dust
when one returns the ivy to the brick
and the brick to where it goes then
looks up through branches at thin clouds to know
Monday, March 12, 2007
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