editing, put off for
a bit.. rushed again..
sunday morning.. this frenzy, my
chorus, preacher, multitinted window
sets. wires crossed, tangled in scrupulous
scripture, get the scissors.
clouded in the hows, nows, forever
stress frowns. what if I turn it upside
mound– make them appear miserable, vocal
grief clowns, unhappy with their role, place,
present roleplay, burned till coal’s gray.
Mirror, down into one of them, copper tunnel mazez,
decorating foundation’s sternum. hexagon lawn,
croquet with rolling blades. see what book type’s made.