packing the anawim
crate withstanderers agog through pallet slivers
the singular rook with beak with a beak through balsa strips
split tacks, staples, this and that string before
stringmeltdown
squawk-noise but worse because through, because through
package standard, only package standard: splinters
and rough and liable to burst or at the least
split apart, spit tacks, spit black feather
bursts, durst the durous-world
splake. Screech wood too
which presupposes nails but no nail would get
through so optic nerves make bitter planes not better, yet
all the better to fool you with my dear, my dear dear box starer
more, far, far more starerer than could ever get used to crookd
so-calculus to crash-calculus into in too
to wrench please to wreak simpler planes
if any at all could prayers be screams be no outer
crane be, be outer lifting: here only a tip-shift to meaning
all rooks are birds but no rook is a crane. Look, the dead coals
remain.
A holeful of evolutionary tendencies. Poor slovensouls
in 3D
Ann Marie-Eldon
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