1 Feb 03 (Terrestrial Labs) Some birds are depressed over your Abe Lincoln odor, a revelation based on your annihilation. Toxic polymers illustrated your cool and calm But they’ve been replaced with stinging waters, the favorite drug of birds.  My thighs, not yours. You arrived on the chilled peak, nudged the styrene aside and saturated the bean counters with your brutal objectivity. Now you measure books by weight alone straight through the All-Pro game.              Todd Colby ** 1 Feb 03 such a sunrise                              yellow arrow piercing pinks. inside I download Bry’s photoshoot featuring my book. I switch to e-mail to thank him & find Bob in shock: space shuttle Columbia broke apart on re-entry. so the light poem I woke with   the piece that was to begin this collaboration   washes away in the shower of metal & flesh that rains across the Texas plains.                                             I bus into town walk around the plaza  listen to kids laugh watch tourists chaffer over turquoise. back home I find those ayem lines so smart & silly                              & wish that the day wd’ve allowd me to have finishd the poem of morning.              Alex Gildzen ** 1 Feb 03 nip nip nip nip nip nip nip nip nip nip nip nip nip nip nip nip nip nip nip nip blak cloud rain drip alcohol mattress! apex blows out bonehead arcs spizz attack destroy jim?  bastard I will race you down dirty white car sputter thru the beast butter to the heart              Thurston Moore ** 1 Feb 03 open the concrete noise how much has been filtered? this sick bliss is litter and glitter a balmy punctuation a terrible garbage can blocks bedford a monstrous new jersey highway awaits drive a vain bridge a human mountain earwax on north sixth street destroyed parts and labor bone crush the roof on kent across from a warehouse near the river manhattan looks limp saturated in morning walk raining down shuttle debris shrubs and bark and bombs              Matthew Wascovich

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