Sunday, March 18, 2012


as for this becoming her body's rolled into one. fooling its self into running. O ver her hand
and into mine   ~.t hi i s how  a smock rings its collar to warm bye and becoming. a song river. of 
            fluid melting.

 ------------------------------ So Jack, that's my middle name in the midst of the huddle bunddleimion of these characters and their fresh-fashed allusing   ~.

----------------|these words are trenchant parolees.
                        |marked and hammered by thought's hand hunger|

                     This fiction which encumbers me freeing me in th e result
                                 end of it s w alk   ~ .

______________ Jill 's hanging  a postage stamp on her wall, with your love body on it.