back 

After my science void

I.

A glowing side 

Of my skin 

Has been appearing.

II.

The water reflects 

All lights

My body absorbs 

Again. 

III.

Little millenia

Lie just beneath. 

Iv.

    Every hollow is 

    safety, the mist 

    moves now in an oil

    painting to tender you.

V.

They

 say

 that 

the 

radio

 holds 

a 

whole

 lifetime

 in 

soft 

waves. 

Vi.

Each 

breath

 I eat,

Vii. 

another 

hibiscus,

 mixing

Viii. 

farewell

To the slick

 length 

Ix.

of dress

 the dictionary

Studies

X.

 alone 

on 

horizontal desks

Xi.

I'm 

not a rabbit 

climbing

Xii.

 out of my 

ribbon tree,

 hit 

Xiii.

The

 trip

 wire, 

Xiv.

slug 

three hundred 

and sixty degrees

Xv.

My mind just blocked out 

Twenty -thirty possible miseries 

I've hidden on cassette.

Xvi.

That 

wheelchair 

In 

the 

distant

 mist 

or

The 

branch 

Sandwich. 

Xvii.

I'm 

not 

the

 chair 

kind.

Xviii.

Ex machina came marred in marriage

The tape winding 

Xviiii.

I will place 

Her up to the window for 

Better neighborhood misery, I watch from magnifying glass, 

Through and through from beginning to end, an olive tree. 

          ENVELOPE SOUP

0.i

(a pipe organ library) FIG.1 naturally on two wheels, and the singing erodes a satellite tonal sponge. Thinking ~ shatters no articulation, clocked you/ caught in the plaque. .back of the cassette tape… see, I found frogs in the recording of this room I watch. DRONING DOVES USED TO SWIRL OUT OF THE CEILING, all to the bell curvature at an emergency edge of the cassette recapture, reptile. Part now the ways in the original, again this will happy/ pump the pipe organ library.) 

i.

“turning off the whisper of guitar.”

ii.

past NOW, all emerging gestures 

iii.

a set of marbling sheets, the plastic castle felt 

laced in the larger quality of record.

iv.

library  diamonds gripping | There, 

flotation ///noises /// card drips disks,     

of earlier records: Loom the gold floor 

v.

Funny candy I hear it slowing down traffic

Vi.

spinning ages gross pauses in the tape maybe eat its own plastic bifocals in any slumber ha may take aloe Vera forms

Vii.

 ...a dreaming bird wing these old songs out notes, 

Viii.

a...dream is a mouse in a room,

 a dream in a mouse is a room, 

a cage, in a room in a dream 

in a tape recording of the mouse in a dream

Ix.

Shout ribbons 

X.

dressed in a Dinosaur 

xi.

Twice empty, I took out the yellow horizons,

our favorite selves

xii.

Island backwards

except for the beginning of a sequence, holding library in

the tape player. 

Xiii.

Run backwards

even the soup runs backwards

all dislocated voices waver shattering this mirror,

 of sticks, or

Xiv.

Flowers gently

forested ocean guitar

Xv.

Bramble berry awareness concave the portions

 momentum 

 and stacked

 in consciousness blooms, 

Xvi.           

crooked houses, stained in hours of smoke 

and rattlesnake bottle of cough syrup reel out –

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