full of chandeliers and a small tired acordian player
I was leaving the window for a new kind of window. Where did you stand?
jeannie watches television, this we cannot deny!
I would tell you of the keen matrix, but the vittles are spoiled
I would race down to sea where it foams and boils
It does that in Connecticut.
She looks like she's from Connecticut
but really she's not from Minnesota, she just went to "skool" there!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
the dolor of her footsteps: time : calculated in theorys
marvelous tincture of the wood, a knuckle, twin morons
a divided imitation of vanilla herons, so lustrous, peck like they would
peck, pluck, penny down
choke on a red one
phyllis is beautiful, and soft.
she hears things over here that are over there
Through lawnmower mowing and computers loading
She weeps miracles and is sure to never tarry
in (the) turn she stays circling. In masked
hardened, heron-feather kabuki covers, under saying, "konichiwa bitches
to all that licks listless." New legged in contemporary poetics
say hello terrible pond! Today I'm heading home. I later went home.
Say hello again to home where mask is dipped in pond. Meaty
horses turn to gold horses. Horses fly into the cages that birds live in
and leave gold in, that is, shit in. In the cage stews three steamy pounds of
beautiful. Again, Jeannie Hoag is...