THE RIFT
elsehow
for I wishn’t of sorry pity to starry beauty
persiflage Mediterranean
persiflage Manhattan
getting a bizarreness reaction from underground
dirty coffee cups applaud
Our lady of the armadillo.
or dangled from a rope of sin
from irremediable Singapore
biting off more cake than money they can puke
random stychomythia
Robert Maria Paul Waltham
Charles Cynthia Davis
I have a hard time coping wi/ my thoughts.
like a general let’s dance away our lives
and this span new, bang old, blues
I’ll try anything once. feels // wrong
a sickness unto love
thoughts of women’s thoughts
I thaw an unprogress in an endemic March.
Nothing equals anything. Anything
equals nothing. The open-ended
needle may yet hug the thread, but this thick
torn togetherness can’t be mended.
falsificatory realism
on industial lips
and pauper the good guy,
wherein your lax justification governs
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