>Improv for Disaster, or Indexed: Four False Starts

>1. Outloud, too loud to be heard, count the memories passed by

2. The dismissive vein tapped into daily

3. All walls, being higher than others,
must or must not terminate at both ends

4. The designs of beauty preclude you —
boomeranged, bent into a parading affair

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>I long for her hand and dream of holding,
From a distance watch them hollow, sigh

And in the afternoon of a blink disappear
Tap your forehead, miss the rot
Suspicion buzz in circles, time rubs
Its legs, hands, thick meaty palms
Greasy with hot cooking oil

You can only blame them, who else?, so
Suspiciously slick and mock-inviting

Are you willing to play with the language
Passively cherish —

There is a field beneath flaking sky
Warm photosynthetic layer keeps it dry
Amber waves of microwave heat
Steam escaping a mugfull of retreat.