"...nothing left but a whine in the air..."
"November Grugprab"
1.
fragment in mid-air · fibrous chunk
a young monkey · erstwhile clung
2.
lane about to disappear
feeling · long shadows of morning
shadows of the gravel
mailbox on the way
since ours isn't good anymore
3.
winnowing
dick energy
ink dollop
sworn gimmick angst
ignore ads
kick scree skillet
best angstrom
ceased friends agree
pyrrhic wink
enter skunk odor
follow slope
clamoring moult
spew asleep
"...I've lost the key to
The garden gate. How green it was there,
How large long ago when I looked out,
Excited by sand, the sad glitter
Of desert dreck, not dreaming I saw
My future home."
--The Age of Anxiety
Wave with tantalizing bits of fire.
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