here is your pier & beam, your comma sir
your porch your rocking chair
your forty acres of skin preposition
lover the house's shifting its feet beneath us feel it
no they called it fake iambic gravity
restless & falling
down lines from ground
up smelling of cat
scat in decades, roses of muses
& grass laced cow pies
repeat after me: tiny termite arms unburdening syntax doors
for safety's sake she is peeling the green
plexiglass to pave the way to culture of sunset outhouses
if the past is a correlate seedling room of
hyenas without hyphens
then the next generation spells wallpaper flowering
to delete dry as: pick-your-cliche:
dust is inside is bone is beam is dyslexic
to be: variant forms of
this is a house full of lower the lover
in gutteral sound
reborn is the bath decorated in cockroach tracks
silent in high pitch drainage or politic
ant trails & tall sentencing to be specially treated
or mown
of pocket minders & the barbed gates the drying steer skulls
of dictionaries the splintering moon
on the quaint door
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