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Trying to avoid a billions-
of-people type perspective.
Open mouth.
When an index finger slides along a throat.
O. Little blanks.
Bent-orchard type perspective
I can’t afford
the chardonnay California makes.
It is popular for me as a man
to introduce himself
as a woman in this feeling.
When my fingers make an L figure:
a gun on a temple.
Flies issue brief beats,
stomachs taut and iridescent.
On the porch people compare homeless
stories about public shits.
You decide how to palm our change.
Listen Chekhov was a woman.
Wings pause
—flies with their invisible conductors—
then they all tantrum up again, at once.
Bouquets of buildings,
so what if the city wilts around us.
Conversations in and out
black-eyed waves.
By now one of us is angry.
This will want to break the blank
will fail to deposit any widening rings.
Nature-has-come-to-her-senses type.
Last glass of champagne before your lie.
An empire’s ebbing hours,
to ensure we are outside the predicate-act
inform our porch of its impertinence.
Birds curse each other.
Impotence put us in the fear
perspective where I take our blank attitude
and finger-draw a heart
no an apple over your forehead.
A reasonable people in this situation.
Obligatory baiting.
In regards to your wish to trap a world
we are not here, not dead.
Posted 06/01/10