Tuesday, December 11, 2012


It is a calm lake & lake

falls ... the ... field


A paper hay mewing a heard

against that which is milled



A deed we flounder toward--

this bus unassembled into the lungs

of twice-fired, last week's arrows


To be a noun in this Wide American West.

I am, she says, the 51st state.

Some comeuppance chemical: some fog.


Look @ the horse who

writes a fucking horse



Signs muddle perceptions: quick

-brain tactics

askanced into mortal combat.


From this point fwd, I'll simply

scan the pages of this mess

directly into the .doc

as imgs. I'm reading a lot lately

from a station not supposedly

to understate: this causes frictional.


Notation on self. Christmas trees.

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