Deadly Seed Black surface ( long winded ) stretches... a ledge and a fog mix up their names; agnostic drop. “Kick me over, please.” Of course it didn’t say that, verbally; a midnight drizzle glistens questionability. I pick up the jar, it in a megalomanic rejoice, splashing around. Maybe it’s just excited to be in motion. A jellyfish in a jar is in dilation of the third kind / eye contact between parallel car passengers during a long red light; ( “When will I get home!” ) communication by eyeful osmosis. Origamic echoes of (an idea of a traveler sticks) drips. Many roads. Same Clothes. Its tentacles radiate ))) a lava lamp-trance-conversation ((( inverting itself ( a reverse fist. Tongues for fingers. Texture language touches. the hand’s back, fluidly ) hollowing sometimes reinventing itself like a widow. The roads are his clothes that he can change at will. The jellyfish squiggly motions his underside up. His tentacles dangle like a unmotivated mountain climber. He was that too. and sky-more. On the [ Enter Name here ] section of a job application, he writes: N/A FLASH! An old man in a wheelchair before a television, his hand banging the bottom of a catchup bottle is his hand moving time. Same times. new roads. He identifies w/ whatever bleeds through the carbon paper held to light and moved thru a cluttered room. “Please, kick me over.” Of course it said that. He plays notepad basketball w/ himself Never misses. Formless SCORE! But the room remains. To his dismay. Self departmentalize. Particles hitch every taxi on earth. Spawn new, poloymorhpic taxies.
Posted on: Fri, 17 Jan 2014 09:33:37 +0000
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