gleaming false teeth audible to all and traffic quivering as though wives of rabbits, ducks, chickens not for the wrinkles please Abdul slapping hard at her face her dress was soiled
Folds
Coals, candles (smoke from Anne Bronte)
Stupid good (pips from Honoré de Balzac
a coat of cornflower blue worthy man stupid good nature sou by sou died on the fields the Countess might sing her praises praises they do not hear like all narrow natures soup, boiled beef plate of vegetables a dingy olive gray repulsion in some as oysters cling November 1819 made from the second pressing(…)
Sweet sad (plashes from Emile Zola)
asleep behind atop of the piles of vegetables fluorescence of vegetable oaths of the awakened his ears once more intestinal membranes like lacework atmosphere of raw meat and fat ‘Pauline, go and find your mother’ and miserly his face turned yellow such a hole in his purse the same old coat turkey or goose(…)
Cup of indifference is full (specks from Christopher Isherwood)
Arthur apologized alone bravely the iron roofs, of latrines nevertheless I didn’t Arthur on the other hand a lady named Margot too innocent the cup of my afflictions is full surely not a hero simply intended as provocation
A room of doors (splinters from Nina Siegal)
steel on cobblestones sweat and pill last day living have an ear sliced a room of doors
Very old perhaps (rays from Emily Brontë)
divide the dissolution very old perhaps jutting stones huge liver-colored bitch over head and ears
Friends in a snow storm (drops from Dionne Brand)
incurable and easy shifts all left handed pages resistant facts all the waft ‘I do nothing really’ washing in emergency his weeping left eye desire for spectacles low tide 0.12 feet showers, deluges raining rain quarrel quarrel quarrel his six children friends in a snowstorm
Any religion, as long (grains from Eric Lerner)
decades overdo it was work Esther was easily amused non-specific human company his lamb chops took the kids children morose overtones of klezmer ego as the enemy work telling again the murmur of adults only deeply confident woman any religion, as long baby in big body tarpaulins, sandbags ‘I’ve been alarmed’
Red moist mouth (drippings from D.H.Lawrence)
six pits like the dots a red moist mouth golden dusky like a pigs tail lonely with him now the man began masculine clumsiness crying plentifully took the sixpence plump pale smutted on the face going, as well twenty-one Spaniel Road the red to crimson, then the chill blue
