Monthly Archives: October 2012

redo mood (1)

Cause quite justifiable trots around to get out of this Chrysanthemum kick yet a visit has come from wither; in days the bouquet will no longer display though a bunch as spiffy may from the downstairs stand be fetched; more … Continue reading

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no such thing as what they call still life

and then as if the chrysanthemums were not enough, on the table are grapes red and grapes that in other hands would be pressed into white wine and this dish of dark red grapes and champagne grapes reside for the … Continue reading

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failure #15

Wait. Comet. Comet head. Comet hair – comet hair, not teased but tamed. But in this universe – or this universe is far too broad but a neighbor galaxy – as though, as though… these apartments, this huge concrete is, … Continue reading

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more damn metaphoricals

Yet she could nearly pass for a dandelion cousin. Her lobes are looser and broader or loose and broad enough so she may nestle near her neck, her ear her classmates. Who can say they are familiar with dandelions? Is … Continue reading

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poet mixing mediums

Sponge set free from chains bolted in the floor assuming another whole world is not beneath, that it isn’t cover and a kettle awash in meaty stew and now the word known as well takes on an entirely minority meaning … Continue reading

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the dark red you-know-what

The crowd blocks light from her unless fortune’s kind hand sets her on the sill so she can get a window seat and if the horny little devil wide-winged-green butterfly will quit teasing, quit tickling her naked lobe she cannot … Continue reading

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compounded

Now the strings – the tangled red and white strings – the yellow string the helpless prisoner bound in inescapable complicity – well now those strings that only moments ago lay like just another complicated heap, well now those strings … Continue reading

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