Thursday, September 26, 2013


Wendy Pepper Is An Apple Cider

This was just so retro,
and therefore and also,
this was just so meta:
enfolding, as it always does, over
(and seeping into) the marginal.
It was the new way of writing
(or something to that effect)
and no one was going to stop her now
that it had exploded so...
Endward and forever, thought Edward.
Until the archeologists
dust off their fans,
each and all awaiting agape and akimbo,
at outposts numbered 1, 2, 3, &c.,
and various other locations
within the boundaries
of the suspects:
Leaking Desert #8, Leaking Desert #27, Leaking Desert #&c.