Friday, April 16, 2010


---they look like w-
asps—I’ll cove-
et your web-vein-
, your cluster of ros-
ettes leaking out of
the vial---everything is ex-
actly how you want it;
minute, bee-like, hone-
y does no wrong, neither
does centripety; a s-
warm of locusts in the bree-
ze. The sky is defined on-
ly in the wing’d, accidental
flight for the hollow-boned
no bound
aeries, like what the sea w-
eaves, microscopic algae fill-
igree. Chaos immersed in the fore-
st compost.

I tried it, trash & aether
-----a thousand chain links in the sand.