Printed

(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.

Galosh

Every scent I hate because
the thinking of you surcease
and continue.

The leap-look leap of soft pink
underbelly, or pink striped shirt.

The choosing; so obnoxious
that one forgets the choice
and chooses. Sees the blood
on the hands, tasting copper
all day long, (is it stress? is it
the nose bleeding? is What
purring for attention—Yes it is

You flaunting the eat of submarine
sandwich I wanted; it, the slim
happiness that exists. Bologna,
soft bread splayed in a mess
of lunch.

The friend, who goes unnoticed
is much older, and eats other sub.

the Lonely Art

Practitioners

of the lonely art

stay alert, hold

not thy moves

in vain contempt

but part them

from dry medi

tation. Let thine 

Woods absorb

the moisture &

illicit callused

white patches

raised.

Love

I love you even though

I have no choice.