Wikipedia Poem, No. 794

living how i love his dead cat semaphore because he knows grass
does he know this persona poem the concept of paradox it’s where i sit

while sober people apocalypse the empty place better dough
the freshly cut grass of imagination does he know?

i mean quick and slides two blue knives out of the sun sometimes
and money comes out isn’t it enough to know what anyone means

this photo of joshua clover’s buried eye dead soon and kiss him
know grass does he know this persona poem is the lips that long ago stopped reading so as to worship

gone nova a paradox it’s where the christ figure looks and kisses him do you know
this photo of parallel analyses for a tailwind nor a skeleton look and kiss him

and kiss him now this dead soon and kiss him know the lips
stop read the lips stop smell the lips stop read go nova

speak german here so i don’t know the sun sometimes its
athletic stare their actions tell me their actions and wonder what

parallel analysis of a tailwind nor a day of imagination do i get his
brave risk unpredictable looks and kiss him know grass does he too

be brave risk unpredictable looks and kiss his know grass does he know
persona poem empty place his fresh doughy flesh cut grass does he too?

does he at all? cool blue knives speak so i don’t know
why anyone speaks german aren’t they choosing here so i don’t know

this dead soon and lover’s buried eye dead soon and kiss him after
concept of systems living and kiss his known grass does he imagine he knows

which has always been athletic and hypothetical the midget shrieks
slides two blue knives out of his pockets i mean quick out the sun