Oblivion waits (teeth from George Orwell)

moth-eaten already along with 7,000 books you-be-damned air moth-eaten already oblivion waits as a squirrel holds a nut rag mats and bedroom slops this was Flaxman   a crawling reverence for money nasty, ladylike tea shop   lived to be 1000 illuminated nothing would not sit down cake-scented air far more with cold haste buffalo’s(…)


Crook or mystic (two-tones from Leslie Jamison)

finally over too his name was Joe   his parent’s couldn’t how could a little boy know skeptical of skepticism crook or mystic two spoons self-concerning doubts about her doubt bare winter who can blame strained comforters ‘not a party exactly’ his basketball jersey   the architecture of possible some useless god Don isn’t broken(…)