Tuesday, June 07, 2005

roadlip

california is not waiting for you

a golden bear with a liberty mohawk

solid lane till the tape-measure snaps

creationists: bang your head on tender

frozen to the point of maximum rigidity

pancakes and l.e.d. armature

toy pianos handcuff the forehead

summersaults wring stains from plastic landscapes

white iron iterates white hot horizons

white hats shingle huts of sweat

“what we were” is never the truth

scaling abuttments for pineapple topped palaces

calidad scalding the perimeter

accordions blip the scene and pass

futurists: “we bellow across traumatics”

louisiana sunday at bat, and the car

sundown on the wheatfields of corn

mouse says “mole” at envelopes of dusk

the trufe ain’t oblong at the moon

can’t kewpie the globe forevah

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