Saturday, October 1, 2016

My Role in the Universe

The practice, the rations, the ratios, until the greyest of streaming clouds purport, yes, purport some preying thought, forest powers, alluvial light. Namesake intends the exceptions. Simple stars alert colours. We have this way together, all of us, and the simplicity of saying words. We have words for a reason. We have reason for a word.
In the least green of difference, as time takes and music holds, no colour more than any other.

Sunday, September 25, 2016

Fact-Check Each Other

Today in the tremendous town. Today in the bleak past participle. Today the final what are your shoes doing? Today the friend of the friend spoke wisdom. Today honest parking in consequential spaces. Today the dotage of town.

Tomorrow the moon struck a pattern of sorrow, month after moon month dialogue. Tomorrow we hold the day back. Tomorrow we saw the ease of sliding past. Tomorrow we were only there today.

Yesterday the television smile contest. Yesterday while winking. Yesterday the spelling will be better. Yesterday those onions of reproach will satisfy a presidency. Yesterday feels townships rights.

Any day gathers the any town of what we were to have to need to want to bring to the seeing of our life. Tractors provide tractors.

The map reads racist pauper, dig language, aptitude pause. We are only one, step at a time.

All Those Options

Sky, with versions of coloured animals, bright sunshine elbow room.

A place inside that name for doubt, perpendicular to the advice of strangers.

Catalogue of catastrophes, with slung motivations adding television.

Perfection of pizza in the blood while lasting for the end.

Exact retirement plan in plain racist terms.

Clerk function in just voting for topic sentence.

Dialogue with out-of-date.

Turning to football’s majesty.

Torquing for the vast function inside the little desire.

Someone’s yelling, again: tone poems can’t function.

Donald Trump During Desire


The sight of the star was the site of the star. We aren’t children. The sight was the star’s light. Literally is how words fail. There is no light. There is lightness.

Today is left. Present indicative of be is left. Audiences paid to see a big screen. It tells the story of a movie.