Plain American Language

I cut a sliver/of WC William's finger
and placed it inside/my philosophy...

Wednesday, August 18, 2010

Grass Texts

Last night, I laid down in the parking lot looking up for something that'd fallen. Today it was grass, toes dug in, clouds like pelican wings, a line, and birds in the likeness of a line. Slowly yellowing, walking. Sometimes I think I must have stepped on so much unwanted sidewalk. The gnats create walls. I hate to break them; my mouth is always open.

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