tree branch!

With the tree branches pulsing, I’m not sure how I’m going to move these clapping tin cans. The clapping tin cans entrance my stares, and work it. Rooftop prayer followed by a rooftop hollowwayed drop, becoming a dance, and then a name, and then a dance again. Purple sparkled kicks pridefully, “Everything heavy falls out in earth’s nucleus.” Sixty-seven jigglebelts circus paraded their jeep between the brick in the buildings. There were fliers. A child in wriggling pigtails on horses buyers back, relax refreshments built by bottlemakers and poppied hills envy glades and dales. Clydes and rewired coonscuff, if a fox tore my throat. I mean !.

undeniable.

Sedatives provocative something to reach your hawk hunt space I’m indevoure zulu translating voltage with the rage about em, but the building cant kill cool breeze the days and times shine magnet shebang, move-it-around-undeniable.

One for the trouble, two for the vase. Fly my dove and slug ANTE11. Crazy hitters thump undeniable. Shudder drop the jewel real echo-fill doing stop handplants stop me now Brooklyn.

prose for Elizabeth Willis.

Litanities for sale in an old woman’s front yard. Somewhere in the Farmer’s Hills, where cows are born to cheese, and waking snakes doesn’t make you a snake-waker. Too many Quakers to count, she said in my cereal. My remember bubbles are fading the ceiling, or the carpet, or the once lost art of rain continuing into rain.

1. With the daisycutters, trample and trim the clovergrove to the appropriately sedated caliber-onyx.
2. and that was where we once squaredanced, dancing squares and reverently remembering what made the doors open.

No Country for Old Men.

The inside lives of cat suns and wonders, as the owner of the gettin’ store asks, “What’s the most you’ve ever lost in a coin toss?”

Alacazam goldfish.

Alacazam! Triton smells like a pirate girl--entrenched in fluorescent bowls like flighty
goldfish.

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