I am sending SMS
“it was all good fun until someone
tried to kill a police officer with
a fire extinguisher”
read prestissimo
riot-loot
locked foot in
low fidelity
and kind pity
chokes
wreckage of stars
as we think
how to fall over into the earth
or drink
a divine
kingdom
suddenly got a lot realer
the eccentric water
each basilica
splits out your genetic
code
plague is a bad metaphor
elaborate fit of panic
believed to be holed up
in one of the more lugubrious corners
the box
it seems
as if the choice is yours
humble citizen of Koenigsberg
unlimited capacities for
imagination
yet
even fungible
individuals
need small claims
