(for Vinnie)
Reifying this Earth, as if
another one existed. Wist-
wall coming forward with
all the Futurists' sense and
brevity, and vitriol, letter
pressed.
The smells are so incongruous
that come from this book
bindery; apochryfully they
opined plainly; smell these inks.
I will gild this shitted lily
and decide to quit, already.
