ailse of sunlight, no. 5

why the odd one, mom?
do you want this thrown away
pincushion fingers.
in the mornings there is a bit
comes thru the blinds
hadronic, sea of gluons.
color me neutral. a fortune cookie
of base metal lined with teflon
words. what would you have me
admit scar? favorite poet?
i love you? these and other questions
terned by into footprints
running hither and yon beside surf.
he said they're just hungry.
well, so are we all.















i want just a taste. doobwas maximan.
a li'l someat the cat dragged
into the bushes than yowled off with.
tan than. then vs ben. world association soccer
and do you remember the chinese tag team
match brush experiment, mental farthings?


these pictures you include show your leisure.
how...sweet. mail in the box, box in the head
head in the clouds, clouds in the manger, manger
on a hot time roof, roof of subjugation, subscriptions
terminated on a bad credit report, report to the aliens, SIR
sirrah, what last cut did you make on the
fast approaching glenn, where pussy willows and reeds
give their spores to crop circles and rings
decide wedding dates. plan it now, the farantail rattles
and we'll be seeing what gohosts as may be
allowed to survive, here in dis dix diz eeek
a mouse.







there were many words, dorrways into the next
starat. strata, but i missed them
let them fall tumbling like beads
of the negative reaches of the next affair.

she wondered why she couldn't find happiness
in what she already had. if she wssetlling. if anyting
really
was going to be better than drear and pitty.
then she looks at her wrisits. taps her head,
wonders on the strentht of her stomach.
and her ability to type. fast. with
ummmm, few mistakes" does it coundt if it
go back nad correct themaas fast as i can amke it. but
the sores clodig. these cillen
will catch they death now mammy.
no more goe cake or my name asint nble tome. ou'll see.