Sunday, September 30, 2012
is or is not the drumming
wall hanging mandolin selected poems of Lorca
brown carpet brown why brown carpet Delta Fit multigym
the fab cab dented heater TVTVTVTVTV Vanity Fair swell
slough somehow curtains cameras (many, archaics)
swell of form under banjo brass backless chair
backless dress spineless undress ballistic soap
coning a spurt or two the red scatter a stench
of barium, lead, antimony, domesticity cooking
a marinated corpse at the railway an iron corpse visibility fair
vanity ten to sixteen offing veering later just gone
five miles north utsire moderate shannon a washed-
up corpse in a copse tonight of all nights the harvest
moon-faced swollen gibbing slid from her/his hand
in hers the metal the amplified metal face up to it
no more than a bedstead clutched a thousand times
over the years by both parties partied out partied out
out
out
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