With You. Nicks in the wall. Sugar packets.
Exaggerated Human Pear. Thud that
sing. The pause comes in thinking the Red
a flower-lush broth, green moon boiled egg
soup. Tell me you said once who wanted here
pouring from last spring. The last, this pen is
just enough moon. Bumping heads. Little x
Happy O. Involuntary brightness
goes to the tramp parked in the field I want
to know. Notice the rain littering the
lush turned into everywhere you and went
an ending. Unstopped. I do now life night
blossoming, invent never of its own.