YOUR WRIST will hoard soot
APPARENTLY this smears the black the
HOUNDS IN the nice dining room
UNCHANGED since ninety five.

PASTED DAY
onto your wrist
rewound, seen waving from a car
a way off. gotten drunk being spoiled
by the laws of,
and the orations steeped in,
ash and houses
instead of fear.
trowels against topsoil
turgid skin hairs sticking up
unto guts wrung pristine.
are these knots forever?
or, astride their wide,
completed by this fingering?
pools of mesh awoken when
oslo, also amok with longing fills
pits of hurricanes as shown to
potential
all pilots
sit backs against backs and reference the
portal in their hunts.

the hundred shots

if found
the formula shuts off

for
tests. the tendency to trust
too much. these eroded.