2 Poems
A boring plume fakes placement sometime between neither hair
snore comb scrolling and encumbers thus lather. If this isn’t
nickel time got secret well slurry cause bob had a habit. One
mightn’t wonder forthwith here heaving a number of needs. Hairy
come paddling in steel punt of the burning sea whirled where I’d bob
as well, but anchor hereinafter onto an instead and old
fashioned dammit. One might wander awhile an our would be still
uncertain. Hot rivets this timely river, a clockwork not brown and
otherwise bleating. Somebody says it’s the son, while others
dispute this, unsure of nothing but smother. Rain or shine, some
one string turf stung and plunders a pound of explosions. A boring
panic takes place between neither hair snore this in the rain is isn’t
a purchase. I ripen my bike to the tail get taken rip
lizards and prance furnished with Sundays. An unlikely tail
wind uncorks a series of blister X falters, and then he inhibits the garden.
church window at
window at rattle under a highway
burning debris on a cold day outdoors
throws down his cigarette butt sizzlesthat plastic webbing in woven end ending with rivets
into an aluminum framestuff accumulates and disperses
and the name used rudely is rather
usurped others might say thus the samesay the same there are say some said to be secular aliens
aliens amongst us spook said electric
no more water waters enough anda pensive odor of gasoline
fetid in weedsand windless the bridge from which I sodden at midnight
bisect utter lunging its alienalien water no room remaining thus forces an exit and
that was the first oddlynumbered
numbered one windless alien
all furniture strewn and sunken inmuck
that the river might rise up from its bed on a rampage
today the dull oliveguy gotten dye gotten blue
then swept away swiftI an alien stand between them and did so enough under
umbrella river shovel bridge and withstand
keeper keep certain take changehe’s the one who unwires the bomb