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Spew This Entire Poem!

"I grew up in Kentucky. I know how they are,” spewed Lawrence. Spewed Lawrence, "I went to see something." Spewed Lawrence "A town of 807 people." And  responded town. "Ethics is a supernatural glow thing and I speak for the town made of renting," said the wall against Lawrence.

Radio On!

Alert students, produced A hovercraft called Love in extremis Which Can include Faster miles an Hour the Quiet joys Of Us and all Together I got Joy round my Brain

Because the Towns Between Us

The redwing blackbirds rise and shift in the wind: tell /that/ to the treasury. Expansive water remains as if ideas do not. Thought is sensed in clouds and no clouds. Geese honk, and that is a fact.  The swallow in the stiff wind executes amazing rationale, and other words. We sicken in times and redwing blackbirds sort. Geese in duplex honk. Sun provides difference, clouds bring assertion. The idea of just sitting is just sitting. Honk is the new yahonk.

A Lake Named Someone

in my town, we bend unlikely things into furniture. this is a signal for our locale. I could tell you where I live, but wouldn’t that diminish the thrill of your consideration, that such specified a place exists? with our power given softly, dreams here flutter agreeably. as testament to this, the citizens of this town (located pragmatically to the north of Brockton, Massachusetts), speak oddly, with gruff, whispery voices full of concern. I find myself writing similarly. you grip this, I hope. I mention all this by way of musing introduction to my point, which simply is: people dispel landmarks because they are named. here is one name: ¬¬¬¬___________. this name is an invention determined to prove empirical at some late date. the person attached disowns sundry models of efficiency for the sake of a bruising heretofore. friends, say with me: let him. he doesn’t know that the sombreros of old were hazy reminders of a bolder sun. vague armies marched into Mexico and other ...