copp's world. |
every day is Le Week-end |
for lindsay duncan |
also for lindsay duncan |
must the offer of evil, yankel asked the sky, like some hospitalities, always be accepted? william h. gass, Middle C |
o my blue dog. o my pink sea, |
my pink sea |
my pink sea |
o my pink sea |
this was |
for olly alexander |
ask the sky |
something happened along the way |
surfing in heaven |
ships |
trying to see over the next wave |
when a tree is a bridge |
climbing aboard the wreckage |
dog bless our lagoon. amen. |
family was just a cover for dad. |
it felt as if we had grown up together. it felt strange, wonderful, apprehensive. we ended up strangers. |
pearl fisher. |
radiant still morning yesterdays the absence of birds |
there's no end but ghosts |
when he squinted one eye and curled one side of his lip you knew he was hiding. the poison steward |
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