“You don’t need a story. The question is How long do you not need a story?” David Shields
trip to me enormous plain
country and fresh hewn political mistakes
the expat freshly hung perceives literacy
the expert mistakes the recluse for submission
interlocking memories poppies' capital the recluse
submits to christmas lights not man
emergency radio transmission the christmas lights
return to simple flame he lands back in seclusion
he beats the expert with a freshly hewn political mistake
the recluse who survives his owner's engine
vapor days like lightning through the enormous plain's country
not many political witnesses
perceived literacy deranged
owner of engine failure
all in a day's enormous plain good country
mistakes among poppy red capital
christmas lights back on man-ends
of flames of beats an emergency radio transmission
the gun-toting argument broadcasts its perception
recluse deception shame among poppies
submission poppies an expert freshly hanged
from perceived literacy ambition and witness perception
like christmas lights on a boring white wall not much
poppies beat against the flag pole like political mistakes
his first trip to the river's
