in Tel Aviv warped by had the last word Epstein had argument was the medium erase her footprints
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Or stupidity (threads pulled from Joseph Conrad)
Building, rattling (juices from A.G. Macdonnell)
greatly interested at the time his income and both building, rattling the windows quails and foie gras impressive slowness drawn away to Craven Bridge stood up for the Prince of Wales just ourselves pecking at a tree twenty per cent on anything no longer audible roared like a waterfall
Even the snakes ( grounds from Kief Hillsbery)
its left hand held hundreds of mother’s threw roast beef, plum wine fish-skin sandal even the snakes all died castes and sub-castes ‘must have vent’ decidedly melancholy old Dakar without revulsion the insult of eight-hundred years it deserved the dilapidation
Visual edible (flakes from Nathan Englander)
backbreaking chair tone deaf tales cracking carrots leaving his uncle junk visual edible turn off godly eyes j-date for the dead crude crude his terrible job ‘in your name’ a year gone
Broken cough (smatterings by Joseph Conrad)
fairly glued on my face behind me, my youth boast but barefooted bareheaded mere clouds ‘I might be no good’ a stir or murmur ghosts of themselves between telltale gasps just a shade broken cough nerve was gone anxious and sightless at half speed he took it faithful breast
Circumcised books (pips from Alberto Manguel)
to 35,000 books creep along the back wall shiny young more Plato these circumcised books
Teaspoon of air (drizzled from George Haskill)
measure and memory to the skin or in abeyance Ecuador these mosses largest green every teaspoon of air
‘I am come’ (distilled from Jack London)
much pearl shell wealthy quarter-caste copper, shell and pearls a good kitchen with pots the ores ‘I am come’ from heals he had dogged never was there a pearl way up off chaff water or quicksilver such clusters
Thing-less names (smatterings from Samuel Beckett)
in my mother’s room always thirsty hedges or ditches put money into her head odor of antiquity not two laws time to know what free, gratis and for nothing thing-less names not wish my spirals sucking four sucking not the sixteen
