let's imagine your birth
deskinning a spider
technogurgle
Ash the bonsai
SC456 [Science 456] asking for help directly
ekwus cosmology III
tree-venge (what the kid whimpers pt. 2)__
an armchair from 1928
something else
how far ahead you see will not be up to you, but what you see in front of you will be
you can know intuitively what you have never seen, all limned in the desire object, an ambiguous and anachronistic reflection of designed lack
swift hillswept larceny
the flower buds caught in my periscope drink in the sunlight as it lays in a moonlit field.
the swelling burden activates our adrenergic system, the anxiety bug that cranial crawls over our heads, stomping on neural reminders and chewing on the thoughts of rejection.
Creation strung a bow from the king’s mane and played Anna Clyne’s prince of clouds on a double necked violin.
dr quiet creeps over the laboratory leftovers and rung leaves bringing leechcraft.
with the demeanor of someone who has permenately forgotten something of importance
something else
choke on a fish bone. while choking, a paramedic will arrive and use a compass with saw blades to cut a triangle in my esophogus. a vacuum nozzle tickles my uvula and sucks in my scream. blood gets in my pasta sauce.
without the taste of lavendar or the mosquito's lonely thirst
tossing the elephant to catch it again and again i am fearful for the memory within
trying to strike your aura while the fizzle of pulp soda plays on the record player, another match shaves into ginger and a map of gesticulations.
it broke a bit of me to tell her she looked like fine china at a news stand.
the devil tucks a nightgown into his wife’s suitcase. he is meeting the casual interference of touching an ancient surface.
the tree in my throat started budding, i coughed up flowers shaped like nipples and my doctor called the government
take the stuffed version of you from the prize rack and sleep well with it at night
something else
a scar from careless woodwork. a bad haircut. the neighbors will know.
labor for that feat which endureth unto
binning arcana, lift refuse quintessential, latent-use loon : earache canon tell
vitruvian heron and a half buried wheelbarrow giving me ideas about breaking kneecaps.
beyond unsanitized hand shakes exists a repugnant adiposity born of woven bald spots and property line hostility.
waking with drooling lateralism under a well of concussed songs and the headrest item cairn.
as the acreage rattles against the truck’s side, a condition comes in like the cotton left on my old bed.
whisper blaze - "i ain't got time to bleed"
something else
cat scratches on an elevator
a thermal map of a silhouette
the ghost of a dog in the snow
a museum bouquet over graffiti.
cherries on a fire hydrant
flowers imposed on spilled jello
teddy bears blindfolded by a bra in front of a bowl of lithium
veiny dock seating
something else