Great Grey Shrike

Funny how in my head was strange how or childish how really vice versa what a way to go you tell me who i’ve been kissing by tasting my diction memory being google that or bing this it’s funnier recording endless survival as the great grey shrike separates the humane evolutionary fact of its call i don’t remember fred moten beefing with mayonnaise then i do his car alarm soars high under the birdcall stoops how could this be the last poem as twenty five gs crash my collection of rare tubercles and tomial teeth stories multiply in data bath when i’m not looking blast out the back of my throat.

Flick Of The Wand Jammed Through

Flick of the wand jammed through some other preferably one who softly glimmers of affection rolls out to sea the only way to drink an ocean is to pain the wound the only way to ensure the wound is to be kind to lay beside preferably when tired and open love and bed stain bed clothes memory blindness must be taught.