>so many things acheat just the right moment perhaps this is your cluepeer deeper, but crawl first to the edge of timeswing out your head…

>you can or cannotworry about the slateof your children, rainunderfoot ten-toed traila creeping crack run throughwith bold weedsinterrupting shapethen bigger, then shodfinally too weak to tampthe overwhelming…

>Please. Keep close, the best part’s almost here. ( its anatomy: fearful & round blossoms from, replant redolent dead sordid bunch watches the weather &…

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>Sometimes, memoryis calling what is not:broken series, theunashamed oakpeppermill, orsyncopation: alla thing & not-thing. There we areat the shoreof ourselvesgetting readyto swim.

>I’m at the edge of thingsall of me, unafraidand the edge even so the edgeflexes so a brave thingmightsail beyond where it betrays laughterlike a…

>what pulls the tall thin girl’s white towelcloser to her teak tent-pole legs, three delicately bent, lean firecrackers anda curious quarter-stick of dynamite fixed toward…

>I don’t know how to pronounce a word like that, Cookie!He was staring like he does at her scrunched up knees, they looking like a…

>I am sure I will die young…hammerbang……hammerbash………hammCrackWhat cruel carpenter fucks near the reclinedAnd I know, George Plimpton finger-taps a cotton kneeIn the packed back seat…