Monday, January 15, 2018

detuned/automobile.

you put the brakes down, church-
es comprised of gifts-- more the
embossed, transparent filigree &
more the wine-dark sea, moth our
mother of invisible cities taken

from the italian, with regret no
where to be found yet tongue yes
in cheek.. building and refining
the water to stand upon could've
walked yet found it standard yet

to remain stood, high colour the
cheek and offered: generation an
impediment to the speech, o, let
the deliverer run and work play-
ing whatsoever games, also free;

industrial skidding my blown-op-
en operation that was surviving,
though illegal-- lasers and this
night which moves out on stilts,
careering with the drunkennesses

implicit in the darkness of day:
life isn't treating me any cert-
ain way, because it's not anthro
and can not.. the interventional
station tipped like a hand, over

simile verisimilitude, reverdant
and reverend child who opened an
avenue for the disseminations of
ideas such as, mass production &
weight propagation, proudly fat.

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