Wednesday, July 07, 2010

push date

Push dates and ink ring. the top soil. ring the two . and tower. as if it. approached. the sullen height of fame.  So 

Franny's buttocks framed the world of man.

and its sixty seven coatings of paint cumbered with thought and pestled mortar plaiting.

Feather its goose. Haggle its chesterfield. Come round your copperplate sidings.  Along the fronting and back to genesis.

Something of these things felt the chard kale and the whooping green collared fruit. Of the vine that meant its place to become love   ~ 


Jill licked
her thuimb
becoming risible

ribbed round the

the buttress of its  need.