she breathed in his words
she felt the sharp little letters, like metal shavings,
stuck in her lungs.

hunched, online mouseclick
bright labyrinths of light

the dry breeze ages air

stressays

the moon like a lost spud, washed and peeled, rolling on bitumen.

cross off the moon, cross it out! the moon above:
a white irrelevance.

strike through the moon. strikethrough the moon.

the night before last i dreamed about these wrinklecockeyed creatures, half-human half-cockatoo, sickly bent and goosepimped, wearing clothes. human sized, bigger even. those round cocky eyes!

my dad wrote this yesterday in an email, it requires tense adjustments:

~ The Voluble Air ~
He was attentive to the voluble air
Cloyed monologue of sprites
It reined him in / sucked and pouted
Clouds floated / benign moisture
Until the black pennies drop

the dry breeze ages air

stressays

the moon like a lost spud, washed and peeled, rolling on bitumen.

cross off the moon, cross it out! the moon above:
a white irrelevance.

strike through the moon. strikethrough the moon.

the night before last i dreamed about these wrinklecockeyed creatures, half-human half-cockatoo, sickly bent and goosepimped, wearing clothes. human sized, bigger even. those round cocky eyes!

my dad wrote this yesterday in an email, it requires tense adjustments:

~ The Voluble Air ~
He was attentive to the voluble air
Cloyed monologue of sprites
It reined him in / sucked and pouted
Clouds floated / benign moisture
Until the black pennies drop