nothing moves in the universe a few cars and trucks on main street something lights through the grass a hare i thought or a robin but i am high and the grass is tall and a car alarm shouts over the green paint of the lawn where the neighbors play he drives a nice new chevrolet because he does nothing but work two small women in black cardigans peaceful blue masks matching wet brown buns and fists full of snow white target shopping bags walk past walk past clark is here again with the chimney he ran home to get so he can grill meat.
A little piece of the ape’s nostril had fallen off; and then we noticed one of its ears was chipped. On closer examination we saw that one of its fingernails was missing.
By this time, of course, we had grown to love the ape, but still we wondered if it shouldn’t be sent back for an undamaged one.
The guarantee slip was still attached to one of its ears: This ape is guaranteed in perfect working order on the day of the purchase. But then we noticed something else written on the slip: Floor model, demonstration ape, reduced for quick sale.
Ah, so we did get a bargain without even knowing it.
The ape shyly smiles and presents its cheek for a kiss …
But later on in the evening a large hole develops in the ape’s stomach from what had seemed earlier only a tiny tear. And all evening we watched the ape’s insides slowly coming out all over the rug …
correlation of dizzy dive light and images fade at the end of divine capital — like a life preserver enamoured concrete vile fawn at the bottom of file architecture like rainbows demand it’s okay not to pose here among posy cardinals never stop look in the mirror it’s time to talk politics
to write this allow myself to enuf drunk i had generations to sip of annihilation, so, to get the same was a technologist’s, and exploitative but some crater, belong like the images gave taken a decade age, whose errance, belong like these the same ways well as ‘righting we reckon bearing witness,
Goodbye forever to this brief age of freedom. Farewell unforgettable days and glorious nights and leaves swept away by the wind. We were young, we hoped for nothing and we waited for tomorrow with the blind obstinacy of the castaway who throws stones in the water.