There, I’ve said it.
—John Ashbery
The sound
of the big
black box
was intox
icating,
thought Cheryl.
It doesn’t matter
for sixteen entire
days before it mat
ters once again.
The humpback whale
in that film with Björk
and her art hubby,
yes, was all about
whale sex, from
the very beginning
all the way to the
bitter end.
Soldiers! March!!
My gun is on
your tripod
feeling very in
secure. Our
bluebird,
who art intestine?
Plagued by digestion?
Flu dart in heaven?
The state of nation.
Swingdom, shower,
whory. Assert
Nutter
Butter
Band.
