Tuesday, April 3, 2007



The bat of an any eye means this. A
one and only moon about landscrapes —
push a satellite night in a button-hole. To
hold your hair in numb blunder, show me
state in the wings after being — a blue one,
this time.


A murmurmur — breath interrupted is some
something. As: sigh say “see-sew.” My such
flutter spinning, can in and other love-dovery
surfaces. My scatter, they came so word. You
won’t want to miss it. They reflew the ball pools,
they treat apart. Obeying a first that for for
tonguing as so the tactile. Else charming.