Monthly Archives: February 2012

some things i saw

it was an indian summer it was in ann arbor, michigan we served a bowl of rice for seventy cents if you wanted mushroom gravy it’d be eighty five thats all he said his neon yellow cap guided her neon … Continue reading

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little things

cut sliced from wood found twisted dying laid in egg cartons wrapped with recycled duct tape it is known then now how to pull me in. buddhic fertility trickles into new ideas that leave sour and cold abandoned a malfunctioning … Continue reading

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webbing (from september seven, eleven)

paper found: it is ever only what you see it be every foul movement of mouth is it the gyrating fly that i save pulling on the web with my prehensile compassion or the hungry spider who spun in the … Continue reading

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how doth the little butterfly

how does dusk corral this breathing awe forgotten between each one for a new mind majesty remembering. angular rails strike from the defeated sun that hovers paddling for its final breaths. breathtaking majestic and there is something other than i … Continue reading

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herbipolis

between a tubular sudsing, you suspend to nanomoments of identifiable cultivation. from this vivacious lead to that eloquent truesayer elements drew germinating a lost fiction of history to bring you till today in your hush humility of such cadre – … Continue reading

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ocean mountain forest sky

isolated she is in a neon green water mirror frameless torch in the bitter dawn the cubicle partitioning makes spiral homeodevelopments: pampered playing fields lakes, links and a towerless horizon bleeds over the hiccups piercing into a forgotten inverness. paper … Continue reading

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peas and queues

neosporin junkies sweep the streets for coins of a better class – their unbilled hours, from a spot somewhere between the heart and the curl, decompose in muslin. the mantra has become a graffiti’ed giant on private property to prove … Continue reading

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