Thou shalt upon another forest set—John Donne
raising the sunken fleet a man at every pinnacle
such attenuated animosity
the only thing wrong with this building
is that there are places
from which it can be seen
Ho!
a giant pair of buttocks and a bus station
glint upon the eagle the late bell the backlit spume
all the earthly welter yours now
in code (the life that i have is yours &)
=francogerman erupt her name=
of course
face down in the attic bath
dot matrix
=wait for me and I'll return=
all the volga creek hey hey
a-wimoweh a wimoweh
in the pixels the quiet pixels
the bions leap to night
such a difference I suppose
.
No comments:
Post a Comment