wee green beetle basking on a stone on a sunny beach. |
she started harassing me from across the avenue with her snarling beast. |
shock of awakening |
have the beavers been poisoned off the island? they're roaming the lakefront now. |
the heart path |
wild woods |
dad's tree on drugs |
we are in deep shit. |
i sing the forest electric. |
folding flower path blocking dwarf poisoner levy |
i drop down and wait and he comes back and i chase him some more |
how are you going to feel. |
i say i gotta go get barn and copp gets all excited so i take him and we find him thus. |
wake him up i say. |
i tell mister not to eat anything on the poison path. |
i wonder what became of the rainbow rascals. |
i'm reading a book about a girl who fights in the civil war and someones's knickers are described as pure as a cloud. |
is it time yet. |
is it time. |
little black suns. |
he gingerly wakes him with a touch of his nose to his paw. |
on the path with heart with mister |
oy oy mein gott. i was thinking i am a jew because the rest is really diluted and doesn't add up to any identity, yet i would not practice being a jew. |
pet trees. i pet the trees. i know they aren't my pets. |
copp and pet trees. pets at large. |
please retrieve me if i go too far |
pma |
reconnoitering |
bike pants loaded with surf and sand |
sneek peek of a.d. |
so rare as not to exist. |
sorry young dude to startle you. |
scanning my eyes over the dunes for the evil dog and bitch i pause to appreciate these loaded shorts. |
their ways are not natural or they're natural but they're poison. |
there's like this limestone and pylon spine along the lake with tidepools and private places. the new parts are like army corps prison compound walls. but the lake will always be wild. |
yessiree, |
he's my baby. |
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