#FreeVerse
Complex systems can arise from simple rules. It’s not that we want to survive, it’s that we’ve been drugged
Card in pew pocket announces, “I am here.” I made only one statement because of a bad winter.
A merchant is probing for us with his chintz curtain effect. *
The idea that they were reenacting something which had been staged in the first place bothered her. If she wanted to go on, she’d need to ignore this limp chronology. She assumed he was...
Sad, fat boy in pirate hat. Long, old, dented, copper—colored Ford. How many traits must a thing have
We know the story. She turns back to find her trail devoured by birds. The years; the
The very flatness of portraits makes for nostalgia in the connoisseur. Here’s the latest
So these are the hills of home. H… nearly subliminal. To see them is… double, hear bad puns delivered wi… An untoward familiarity. Rising from my sleep, the road is…
spider on the cold expanse of glass, three stories high rests intently and so purely alone. I’m not like that!
There were distinctive dips and shivers in the various foliage, syncopated, almost cadenced in the way
It’s as if we’ve just been turned… in order to learn that the beetle we’ve caught and are now devouring is our elder brother
You’re it. It is (you are) an error with an arsenal of disguises,
The jacaranda, for instance, is be… but not serious. That much I can guess. And that the view
With whom do you leave yourself during reveries? The one making coffee or doing the driving—
Shooting pleasures Ok’d by My being seen For Or as