Lullaby |
Eliot since of youa red groveopens lodessilently in the wind.Silently in the winda swallowbalancespitch and stringlength and lung.Since of you a red groveopens lodes silentlyin the wind of discord.In ...
Posted by on Mon, 15 Sep 2008 16:31:00 GMT |
Performances are not only social, but material as well |
Let's inhabit a body dia-gnosed X and cureda living system of allo-pathic cultures:[ One day late September he hooked the house to an underground hot spring and ran veins through the walls, webbing wa...
Posted by on Mon, 15 Sep 2008 09:06:00 GMT |
P.S. The Rest Is Noise |
In the face of you I pull the fall, it's your face that pulls theI heard once all lines and thaws but your mellow indifference Iheadplanted. deadpanned. salutations in the coffee shop you drankjuice w...
Posted by on Fri, 12 Sep 2008 08:18:00 GMT |
Alas |
A lastingA sting a draining AlasNor-easters fall pharmakons over the body. Willows dangleyellow nerve strains in wind and public. You are stubborn. Sonic release and alas, holding and hurting each and...
Posted by on Fri, 12 Sep 2008 08:00:00 GMT |
