maximum/hollow.

oh if there was nothing other the
girls cascading like the futurist
plan making me plain, plan making
me plain so adventurous the lang-
uors of angels' anatomy added: do

fill the palm with inordinate the
strictures of stressed syllables,
oh damn the purely holy love that
seethes the tea & skins the teeth
just so, just so, just so, leesa:

all i'd ever said & the only word
i've ever known is "love," finder
into flinders spooning the safest
snow that fills the house with an
obviously round-strung frequency;

you ask me, "have you turned this
corner, finally, my beast?" and i
look at you with the nineties and
nothing else are you really myst-
erious or are you sincere, hoping

to be taken in hand? no fuck that
actually taken in hand, unitalic-
ised letters that spell the ever-
lasting honour that rose from her
throat quiet as you please but an

atomical sunburst that appellati-
on which turned on, tuned in, and
dropped out before such thought'd
been thought before: given it's a
prism i expect you to blow glass.