operations and undercurrents over * off paper

Saturday, November 17, 2012

here you go

this is a feather
this is a stick
this is a bag of wheat
this is the inside of it
this is a backward surrogate
coming to take you swimming
this is a forklift
but you can't predict it
this is a furnace
that you have inside your skin
this is another age of enlightenment
like we need it
we need to cave better
this is CERN with a million billion collisions
this is a Tonkori plucking the leather skinbits
of Ainu culture
this is a poem
this is a list
this is a foreign hit
this is is a surfer on wack acid
this is me taking the house for a walk
this is a tattoo the tattoo is a command
this is a jew's harp invading my ear space
from a pitch black tarp woven under drama leaves
a.k.a. the stars
this is paul's breakfast poem laying on my bed
this is a baedeker via web noise
this is a basket
this is heavy
this is something you'll need to grab with two hands
this is a warm evening
this is checking the mail
this is something in the mailbox
this is here
this is in your hand
this is for you

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