where I went and felt great feelings on account of my temper.
if there was a mural, a portrait, a flock of local birdlife
and all the cages merely garden instruments for directing
one asked you how difficult it is to accidentally start a
so we failed. What we ambled, whose biography-in-film.
become sentimental to lie. Mauled by tigers,
murder ballads put him on the banks of the concrete river.
I was in two states
bass, grail and owl.
history of the great war. Then I ratted myself
out to the outrage of crows.
transpose weird feelings with holiday songs.
take you very seriously commandeered by the criss-cross
of Adeline and Market where I considered parking
and kneeling like a photographer for canonized ammo sashes.
the event of syllables namedropping
plagues and insects, enunciated like locust.
history of a forested state cold as fronts, a municipality,
a golden bear in the sun. A glen is haloed behind you
like a parking lot for racing.
are lights in the trees to put up
and take down again. So you fetter yourself.
My planet and chiming par for cars on streets,
the way the mallet bounced irretrievably.