OFF FLAW

xx


White page cipher mop
hark untenanted




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spring birds egrets ibis
pelican face raven I bid w/
birdtoast duckshuns
rome you some wrens


xx

insignias have i
placed a purpose
rose on the hole
a wet rose
on window-
hole bearing
winning highlights



xx

Hand eat dis
ruddily up
my legs, back
up, body haul
days a week
tightpants

xx

the body of land

in flips my deep body
inside where water wheres
the darkness butts
chortles waterfiles
hands them in too
light uniforms
exorbinant
stints

OFF FLAW

xx

lover i pelt a note
via button
must i wear on
my stipples

stealth loans

xx

off flaws the sun on
the table
switches the lights serif
tears you catch the
babyday and come bach

xx

violet also wearing
your suit of yours
baywater sewnwater stereo
blue

xx

orange DAYS
on pyramid STEPS
a smaller up there ever
more pronounced
'roach'
you are
we
in the difficult glare
we st amp

xx

witches which
hairs fleas flies
bees itchily
dish faggots
stop day cart
decant

xx

if not night
then then then
a long un

xx

hound dog sack
clothes down
dog kick it
loud down
me putting my-
self together
w/ shirts



xx

flat house port flows
genuine diffractions
a slot of stars
house my life down
to dot you
suits leaflets & sticks

xx

off pilgrim hemorrhaging
sanctioned flies off
the flaps at your ears
a leather
human pilgrim hat flaps
fly off blood pilgrim
wolverine unto
the new worldish
short story

xx


no is a call no is a call
your voice is a purple bear
no saw the errors
on your face
bright
pushy
you my no,
no purpose purple
awe

xx

The blood inside me
turns a white white place
infundibulum
a noise you issues
forwards in white balls


xx

you naturally you
nature rally you rats
u tallyrag
you are so natural
al aural
whole the o
atchoo

JOB

smote o
are the oxen
black ewes
the camels
& slaves
your(s)
burning along
w/ yr sweet
sheep & asses
kindlefor
ash dunes
I tell you what
I tell
you

JOB

faintly a shell becomes a hatchback secretes
dark juiceblood & files
thru passive gates of Uz

JOB

& rote Job I,
I do ready
done slit the dark voice
as sparks fly up
I, do my
godly ironing out
put stars on my brain
continuously
as it is long
strings
on toward me
a toad
pointing ish

dirt

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The Poetry Wigwam

one
twothreefour
wrens

north stars
south stars

bopping

JOB

They his children
sons for every day
hairs, chains, days
They green grass up &
bristle it
grow fur purposes

gentle deer They

yellow here

hair fields, sheer crops

daysshaved off

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