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Another from the Live Creature Series

There’s an account wherein a piano falls in on itself and a man inhabits a stoop, but calls it his tree. When I step up on him my appearance grows around. My torso gets weird and I start to discombobulate. I swerve because I don’t mean anything. There’s a quality of vastness or great magnitude, but that’s it. And this doesn’t irk me. It’s been chosen for me with an even demeanor and I highlight it across these buildings which are the brows of my neighborhood. If you’re looking for me, you watch for my brother. His shirts are striped; his stoop is his. He stands, turns, and is a kind of yard, breaking, with small chairs swimming inside.

Posted 01/25/10
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Beautiful, right on frame. I like this a lot, especially "which are the brows of my neighborhood."
02/02/10 3:51am
love it
01/25/10 7:27pm