Writing meeting

Rack and rose. Space-time esophagus. Break the answers. Span the discomfort.

Make my French toast crazy. Spread the nonsense. An empire of writers. “I wasn’t interested.”

Clay bursts, Broca’s television channel. Power shunts, what shunt does all the time.

“Oh, no! Not yes!” The tragedy of owning Thursday nights. Dirty rose secret.

The Journey to Yes. Be great at what you don’t do. Spike that cliché at the end goal.

Outrovert. “Where do you play?” Safety in bludgeoning. A day late to my obituary.

there's a pantomime

flip the await the

able break coral

schiene chiome

gride it anonymously

dure dure voglio

machined violins

archaism आश्रम

Polish brother hobbit

creased matzoh in

house to house

killing there’s the

past coming back to

sacrifice the gat

specious c’è un guitto

(so I can remember.

how to spell it.)

you have bridges,

you have organs—

coherence makes you

listen in the night.

passing out at tea

time you got apnea,

kid. the mild and the

moderate, mold takes

her consciousness

in the dark and brings

her to the moon.

socks around the neck,

you heard me. and you

might get a glass

out of it when you land

(Passover 2018)