& she stating-
"Your pictures meld to something spoken-
A roster of roosters when packaged
A whitefish or trout on Kaiser roll"
But on scrap heaps
Something like glass factory field days
In faux
24 hour waterfalls
In cement
*
I wash my body
Clean
In crisp spring
Runoff
Up front
In the movie
Impulses
Stray from
Survived three
Ultimately
Verbal
Shipping
News
Strangers to exigent
Forms
Our lives
As a fortune
Tell it as a rung
Is a ladder
Already
The plot allows
A fault line
Raves
Into error
Plastic
To resemble
"poem"
In one view
A spasm
The Bronx is up
While lightning's a fraction
Who is it I buried?
In cherry or mint condition?
The identical paramour came already dressed
Looking for grass or crack
Letting out the dog soldiers
Never suggested a fine point
Showers today
Under heaven opening
This photoe (sic) express ennui