synthetic dante results

the best gift a writer can have is an unhappy childhood
shipped abroad after being “cooked” in make-shift lab
editors slapped a silly headline on though

flooding the global market on an almost unprecedented scale
he had his first (and second-to-last) glimpse of beatrice
fieldwalking flint enthusiasts are participating

human heads deposited in the walbrook stream
include ecstasy and methamphetamine
the first star of the romantic period -- and indeed

My Baby Just Cares For Me

the lights went out the place broke
of thoughts scarcely seeming
to know that she's there
new-england smiling

to the gull's midnight
and the whale's dreams
where the wind's like a whetted window
wore it in the world's way
how pure how dear their knife

hour is making way obsolete
thinking big fields in eyes
is generally not a common dress-up
who like to play shame and humanity
beyond the thing capitalism

just remember i love you

pressed for tender
clutched tight
and wedding round

who had just put the large alps
package peeking through sky gathering
pulled her apple ring from its sky,

may have broken the groove
and we soaked squelched
provoked the rage to trees
false and hollow-sounding file

Little Bluebird

also hidden chores a life with a cent sun

all one ever needs in water is an inside heaped-up

time to the stars you coaxed

the sky moved lower in the heart

the guilt lengthened and darkened

to the shadows its waltzes pre-drilled

appeasing my easy overcome

by the hole of neglected cigarette

sending them back upstream are we changing

sliced pearl hills would right

it is the massage that did it

what you do to me

enter the thumb growls the
crawling
enter the sugar
clattering

enter the glasses where a indentions
smolders

into detergent
enter the
crawling shadow
enter the throated

enter the spoon
falling

enter the
swallowed
air
enter the locker you
wipe
with
enter the comb
enter the vomiting
and
book
enter the
scowling dust
awaits
enter the window
enter the steps
enter the sausage

whistling