NIGHTLY TORRENTS THREATEN TO
DROWN SHEEP THAT CAN’T RUN
It is a day when
the afternoon is
( pretending summer )
Teas lie like lingerie in a basket of food before us.
For Heavenâ€™s sake. Our
rent agreement is more
This event has been scheduled: a leap into the past a second-hand anecdote. They say you are d r a g g i n g her down with you, your daughter who danced in fountains in the <<encapsulating
That was the problem though none of it was real.
A fee turns the pedals that turn the earth, making all of the people in it faster or slower – (whichever comes less naturally) – and not one of them counted by vote.
(what’s your name?)
Do you feel cushioned by accumulations, by the forethought required by accumulations? Do you feel
defined by purchase?
Is it purchase that shapes you, breathlessly, in between sex and philosophy and
the accumulating bank statements?
I hate to break this to you but in real
cups of tea and the right things are said and they are polite and they are
want to go shopping and they are nice and they walk down these runways. It is a
This is not
to find you here.
really your kind
(Perhaps you would be so kind as to go back to your own ontology.)