Kaleidoscopes in the eyes
fracture her clavicles onto
the ceiling, his stubble projected
onto the wall across the room.
Flower vases hang
in the air.
Everything is where
nothing is.
It’s all spilling, doubling
back—material
materializing.
I reach...
Let's hit the road.
There is a fork that leads to the sea
and thousands of tiny pink spoons
used to sample
exotic ice cream flavors.
Their sharp edges...
The wild violets
bloomed like tuning forks.
Their shimmer
slowed the day,
pulling at time’s hem
as if desiring
nothing more
than a fuller skirt
for the occasion.
It was the sort of...
He leans on the bar
in the pose of the Thinker
lost in a reverie of Bourbon,
odd bits of foolscap
scattered about, coasters
for peanut shells,
and the odder...
GRENDEL'S MOTHER CONSIDERS THE GIRAFFES
Nobody knows how you do it.have mewls and croaks and roars.you have your vast silencestares and ways scientists cannot uncover.all...
The sobbing wail
of a baby …
Or perhaps the cries
of a queen in heat
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The deep song
of some night bird
too-wee, too-wee, too-wee-wee-wee
Or the warning...
I am a lit match,
and when I lick fingers,
they throw me away
I can provide warmth,
but all people see
are destructive properties
He will burn it down,
they...