Still, Life As Reverse Ligeti

Waiting for something tonal
to happen

Wherein there are only
shapes

�����some skew dry leaf
�����patent moonclip. Shining
�����likewise nail clipping
�����spit drool sleepy mouth out
�����no doubt sad because tears happen this way
�����but wouldn�t really know, a note, scrawled on shopping list back
a tad out of true
�����true, couldn�t be from you. You not symmetrical. But nevertheless beautiful. A
�����bonny lad with a sideways mouth grown old round
�����shouldered. Less bothersome. More mellow. More passive aggressive
�����hairs
�����doghairs
�����clouts in the beer foam
�����spew
�����angersome oranges
�����seeds uncome-a-sproutin�
�����speechy war sibilants
�����spoons, (as gradations), salt/ mustard/ sugar/ tea/ desert/ table/ soup/ oh
�����fuckin� ladle up to:
�����shovel
�����ooh more recursive agreements, signed, probably loops

need grout

Looking for straight.
Out.



�2006 by AnnMarie Eldon




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