I could come closer to tickling / the neurons, pulling them a // part, making       connections / between the benevolence of a // bright summer’s day     and     my inability / to perceive reality       accurately . . .

Louis Klee

Rivers I could hear their voices long before I knew what they meant (Wrong.) boiling glue in corridors, goose feathers disinterred from snow somehow still as white as butter. Apart from this, everything opened like the prospect of a good mood, fish eggs easy in the dark inundation. The wide berth is given. But is it? No, No, No, No, No.    

Hao Guang Tse

W/ the aim of poisoning the pure minds of the youth John says history sur prises us less                than us our                        selves well sunflowers shock me most   most or best infact here esp          ecially so since the war against sentiment gave me my glass back                             that bag of beaten gold in time would be found filled & so      leader     o please tell   that long title that that little looking lens trailing John’s lower lip why           the clasp               shuts on help & on   spilt sun or rather pray why are the Zen masters murderous? I’m      asking for a friend    

Ellen Morgan Butler

Supermarket 10pm The snack aisle strikes me as too peppy. And I tripped on my own shoes trying to self- checkout too many apricots. Nina Simone on low volume’s really bumming me out. This year, I cried in your kitchen while you made crepes. I stole a tub of ricotta cheese. I was late on purpose and I never did my laundry. It’s fine when the sun’s out. UV kills the mould though it won’t get the jam stain out of my singlet. Listen, there’s so much work being done. So much gathering and display and it’s fine and it’s“Ellen Morgan Butler”

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