75

Time to consider myself as a
writer of unlocked doors.
The ambiguous-gendered
newspaper illustration came through
all muse. Whose mom was it.
Illustration cows dig the graphic
siesta. The new seal. I was
thoracic aorta this, gossip
about bottled water tha, the
blue shirt was not all business.
Bizness. Bidness. Comftable
Suede jacket, scarf boa,
I must be a doctoral
candidate with this Labyrinth
bag. The text of those who
work in the novel industry.
Run along, phenotype moving
myself in the spectrum, that's
news talking me through a task
I let the dog misplace. Dogs
like me, I'm one of them.
I'm looking into the performed
morning as at a sale rack.
What makeup should I apply?
For work, eye liner and pancake.
Pannycake. waffles, french toast.
The day after stomach cramps
you contend with views of
aluminum. Sentence after
sentence takes the texture
of self-analysis. It's really
good. You should read it! I
guess you don't care much for
his poetry but the work with the
men's movement is great.
Bless you. A glance from
the fiction. The roaring
thirties. Glossy glossy.
Keeping sharp by talking to
the television. Where's my
Muppet Show? Consuming more
reading matter. The prosody
of Beatrix Potter. Sleeptime
rhythms. Renting a dolly
The boxes of poetry stacked
in the middle of the living
room. Writing this morning
light on the trees which
haven't turned. An end-stop
life for us, it's an end-stop
life for us. Are you staring
into the books again?
Feeling lacrossed? Columbia
University is carrying out a
study. They carried me out
of the study. There were a
thousand lines of poetry
in there. The book gets
recognized out in public.
Let us serve as your example.
No way to put pressure on
that pen, the catches
are gonna blow! Hit it.