Monday, September 11, 2017

Because of aYoga Mat

Survival seems likely words, like green in nature. Like creates time and beginning, assertively and green. We can all think of manatees, live oaks, cumulus, and Day. The streets are perfect for Day. Survival, then, it has a place. It hears the ocean, it delivers space. It is a crusty cry sentence with a melody. Filaments wrap into light by electrical charge worthy of celebration. A topic sentence begins the way appeal. But this is no poem, no. No poem is any word but all.

Sunday, September 10, 2017

And Now You Do What They Told You

It is a word a bug can't take any more.

We are weirder than the oil used to flay tender Towns.

Beaches, come back monday!

Principle stacks elegiac.

Sometimes the something, in so many words.

The last sentence was not just.