I think of this greenhouse as both a nursery for the flora we use in our dioramas and a Petri dish for ... Unlock the notebook: torn hearts narrate on and on.
Arrest. Error. Heir. My home-twenty? My domain? My mine? … A frigid light spreads in the windless land
If I wasn't suicidal … Even Cerberus, that envious one, drinks and goes to sleep
It gets late early now … into air, into steam and passing by
What I liked about Marlin Perkins was his avuncular gentleness even as he subdued a hippo with a tranquilizer gun … but never taking
the sheep disappear … night heaves. Speaking of
American Sign Language Issue
Expletive! … in reality, it is always rape
First it says, “Go this way” … The universe is crushing. Rhinoceros, break it
eloping in North Dakota...
in southern France...
lost to the ether ...
It blazed so starkly what else could it be … in the old sound-hole of a singing star
the swollen flotsam … in the sun, its colour is a black that binds
On analysis, even roses aren’t what you supposed … Making them look as if they may begin screaming
nine days without names, drawing breath … doping doing all through the grape night
In Mr. Theophilus’s jail … your crab cancer implacable smile
like recurrence, the tidal marks of a sea … the sun not shining except at night, by proxy, from the other side
Here, my pretty, lay … but it should, shouldn't it?
as solo is to death so one is to plural (fictions' … comfort are heraldic and the moths meld
"am seen & do not see" – skies … To lavish attention on what wakes up, too?
There's a nostalgia principle deep at work here … Quick, look up - it's floating by
A poem is an unscrewed roof-rack and untranslatable … by bluedelicate wing
a scar of red granite cuts across the landscape … she said he was shining
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