Monthly Archives: November 2012

art is an underlined apostrophe somewhere as serious wherever do we need its escape or rather ‘do it to Julia’ n by the way remember once to be

room is smaller curtains hollow hold the dust in the south of birds a candle gloams the carpet falls the old silk trails in fullness down a wilderness the town below the taller oaks in midnight go within the wind and still so fare

as up in scrunch a wall a touch as intervene a stoop an ache whereby mistake too leanin’ low to knock a hole all thumbs so bend & crook amend before a floor so aye once more too near a knee as hold I stand & this at hand

hear the cans go alphabetical cellars of soup ‘tho a bail no covers no doors when as sleep-in as dozen aye sort guessin’ knot sure o’er wood so shored not short ‘tho I am she’ll know why I’m off & against my grain yes ma’am upper floor’s take to

apropos nothing O no by the way there’re moths in the pantry o’ spinnin’ rm in the library fringes & flame knot aye ma’am missing a name & a ladder at the larder most top shelf tilts two weight when highway