Songs mean a lot

i

All in the bin: a hum
steed, a trouble mumbler
hour. On ten on
your on topster, stop. So
stop and I fled you. Sling


o’ the feat feath-
er thing, her finger
meal. Firing fly my
back there. There


rain, here sing there
sees the old thing, the nylon
let them, the spools or loose.



ii

If I please
plank, if I risk, if
I sow the deep
and dangled. How
& if I coo &
how & sweet. To


been sold the ven-
eer, the moon and rivers’
rivers drop. In fits
and steps in line – no
reels, nor feelers’ fails.





I'm getting a late start on the NaPoWriMo experience this time out. Oh well -- only missed it by a little bit. Count this for yesterday.

These come from a new serial thing I've been readying to begin for a couple of weeks, derived from the lyrics of Pavement songs, mostly from their first two albums and a couple of early EPs.