As/Is







2.29.2004



the streets blister
detours or return
silent the darkness
a shark tone emptied
silent pipes sprinkled it
agitated break the present
the tale is pure and unheard
escape a fragrance pushover
between happy work and flannel
charm subdued dead stars kneeling
build blood empty out realize riots
up twelve flights of stairs those juices
dance needlework and it tastes like
dropping acid only halfway trodden
far out and heavy all at once