Monthly Archives: September 2012

as emery borne, as waxen surf &, as water bored — Ya, that she said, ‘& I was washen up & smiled at it’, she, as he said a doctor read, “You’ll have to go full frontal, — what to do, they’ll hand you that indecency; Ya, it’s easier strait to town than streakin’ inContinue reading “Streakin’”

Apropos the Baggage Act for Boaters, Temple Town to Atlantis, in Off-Season: plutonphiles should exit circumferently, & be warier maelstrom; more recent charts aren’t catalog’d, & yet we’re thinking bindu-blue with tin impress; use footrests, please, near to efffloresce

some or whole think tanks & sub-maroons on the coast of Seminole or Baltia — if a moon wont dewy, well, why’s the sun go odd & even recluse, yes, reflection of vitelline — a violin at rest, so as the magnet as a tuning fork — whalers, what have we done (?)

O, do it now, but not today, appoint an hour meant to stay a single file in each lane ‘tho she talks of nothing in a dented car, or he, it could be he, himself — but you make it ‘thru the landmar they tear down; you know you’re losing it, but you’re never late;Continue reading “Wont O’Clock”