Simple Theories

The dog comes to Worcester, prepared for inevitable death. Snow falls with a ranch dressing insistence. Those Doritos flavoured with ranch dressing ignite the imagination. All Worcester crowds to ideal. It is a dog, in the snow, that has never been forgotten. What reason flakes from the sky, to bring such ranch dressing, Doritos, and dog together? Climate changes are carefully arranged in dogma. This dogma creates an installation. Dog is favoured. We remember that a dog, period. More is underneath, but not to be told. It is a variation of music of which, now, as the snow falls. The dog cannot become. Death is only part of the Town because Worcester is like glory, only in moments made public and useless. Someone plays guitar. It fills the night sky, or the ultimate arrangement of noon, which consists of pizza and dreams of ranch-flavoured Doritos. No one wants that. The next verse decides our fate. The dog is dead. The cat almost eats a mouse but the mouse knows better. Escape is prepar...

Precious Drone of Worcester 3/27/2008 piper at dawn, green dire engine (we need the word dire), people stain people in city of WORCESTER , with a guidance of hope called weather until vague teasing in ice of new age, data comprises people and their inveighing blurts the sediment of real rocks and tonal assonance brings waters of several lakes together, to drink with native vigour, to live in the wooded farness, brusque about Boston, civil notion, which is a several or beneath (or above, like swirling gulls), the nestled thinking in great and good minds sandwiches in hazards of growth, fear being an excellent logic, suitable for a trial of aiming, of apportioning, of registering, of conditioning, of assimilating syllables and last words (beautiful constructions) need grows to see, Jonathan Williams agrees to die at a certain age (he was a poet), he must have grown in Worcester, with the harbour master, with the famous rickshaw, with the terrible mountains assuming no human distinction, ...