ELSEWHERE


I squash-eth the bee with my flip flop

All citrus, my air

My good bilged dream, my present psy-chology

This coincides with the invention of the thumb-tack--way back

The claw hammer

All kinds of dead come floating out of the antelope's mouth

I began today, at the seminar table--

The irony, not needing to compose, a sort of specialized glove for
___one's mouth

All optimism

(In this glade all the tribespeople concur!)

One fat star-burst at a time

Like sticking a June bug in your brain (the tongue bleeds)

The egrets, and owls

Fresh pies as far as the eye can see