some number and numb


there’s still room for a bullet in the center of the day chamber

said the court as it was yarded and garbage

containers were drug filled and gaggled out in the street

the flutes of tulips

filled with yellow fluff other

companies stutter

the swan’s neck is an instrument of passion or the way to cut

right through its car honk but no one bothering the lake

gets close enough to know this

sliced  across the light

new construction panels say

red water is nice

if you believe in the rule of threes

all of the forests in eastern PA will take their kingdom

back before you acknowledge any mispronunciation

it’s a green every

where we’re not inhabiting

wooded in the flat world


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