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By series: Bridge St  In Yr Ear  Ruthless Grip

A Good Scripting.

 

 

A good scripting

given her

 

 

Express parsimony

try

any number

 

 

No less motion

 

 

I had even come down to it

 

 

On me knees

asked hidalgo

i was emergency

 

 

Older women

made hair

 

 

She strafes

at the demonstration

 

 

Virginia flag

sweetens me

 

 

Spill your upwards cup

for woman of una territory

 

 

Makes brakes in the sand

the ocean takes 3 years

to know you

 

 

I am the animal i am

there is no vegetating on motion

 

 


 

 

 

 

Something here about thighs

nike

the message loss

look jerky

get big fence

after

 

 

I was not with it

that hundreds

to terminal

to terminal a thing

rightly

 

 

Mathematics on the lap

of the plane

un avion pulls me

hundreds

old cried woman

on the stair

on the bench

in the plaster

what paperwork?

what more to be done?

 

 

Bucked

he did english

tell the people over

overthere

we won’t eat no

not not peasant food

 

 

Blacker shoes

with

black socks

watches the walking

5 crows

in a row

steeling

 


 

I had an

op-

por-

tunity

to opine

i took it

it grew

i tried to

give it back

she swallowed it

running down the stairs

half

naked

half

dressed

this is the truth

this is this fiction

i said

speeding

through numbers

wrens

 

 

Cockles

bored her

in the half

shell

tries

by the beaches

switches

of light

oklahoma was bound

to happen

 

 

Maestros

up

a green

airplane

tied

outside

where no one can

talk about

her problems

 

 


 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Dizzy hound

settles on

which hand

performs which

acting

my cross

i found her

reading

where the pages

broken

bored

gutted through

 

 

An infantile housing

bees make heaven

distant

anchored to ankles

gores the skin

chocolate, lavendar, pumice, blond,

sage—this time only

 

 

Can you name

the canonical

numbers?

 

 

He can.

 


We are read through

slight slivers

on tiny planes

not enough to make

a grass of

 

 

We number

because we can

 

 

On the old island

summer to

summer summer

we are ones

falling daily

from the sky

short sumac

compost

oblation

 

 

No step

is worth

gingerly

occupies

the plain

i live on

this crowded cloud

where she was coming

from

with those teeth

and that statue

 

 

Eat numbly

from the small shell

where the animal

 

 

You heard about

drinks

beer

yes

you heard me

numbly eat from

the shell

 


If you are sitting

if you are not exiting

if you are secure in your

convenance

if you had the time

to tell a crew

from a crowd

from a cloud

from a clod

from clobber

where is your corner

where you are

please,

no light

no more light

 

 

The cost

i am too young to

say this

the cost

my love of ocean

my poor

please ignore me

 

 

Tuesdays are halt

as cutty timber

where we live

i had risen above once

at a meeting

someone spoke

their song

was full of

cloud

gathered

buffed

formed

boring

 

 

Over

io

i owe a lot a money!

 

 


 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

She was crying about someone

saying suicide

in public

it wasn’t until after

crow’s

that i noticed

the green stains

on her green silk pants

 

 

Plod

at the party

of ten

your ring alone to go

ach

watching women

drop

from above

realize how formless

when inside them

 

 

She gave me

slick children

oh orbit

have you no wheels

i’m walking

i can’t

mitigate

in the window

you name the beast,

i’ll carry it.