one in two men like jelly.      the hand comes to claim its
prize visavis gough & the new      york poets. i freeze in my
bag. the stamp isnt one youd      want or even read. cramps flower
unbeknownst. prose though apparently maupassants triumph      was also his
      downfall. money in
snow. setting off for the presbytery      like a winky. i think it
surreal but you a suitcase. his      grace stank. the tone like an
unripe pear or pineapple. leather kept      you from the grave for years
but today youre here & on      your knees for a change. men
are sexier than before or am      i just getting out more? forced
seclusion in the north. snow in      money. she ran an extension cord
from his vexation to someone with      more energy. hallelujah doesnt come with
raisins. have you been to the      outback lately? it looks like sydney.
            the tea cooled & the coffee      awesomed. we were back to back
            & the space invaders werent games      or gamers but coming to take
            our place our cake. its a      kind of fish icecream. big in
            nonfood circles. googoogoo. marinetti looked to      a tableclothless future
                  something the nazis
            couldnt do. it can happen when      literacys at that level. the bar
            had oscar wildes name on it.      the computers lyric plaint brought a
            tear. i get out of my      bag. its light i can hear
            the unbearable rumbling of the sun.      worse than santa being dragged
                  over
            needles in his sleep but reindeer      willing that wont happen again.