Monday 13 February 2017

the type to buy money

in the white bronco 
the parents are safely dead 
of generous evenings
when you hit the cold air at its 
youth, this is perhaps a day
humming: ‘these enigmas will never
be resolved at the level of narrative coherence.’
just use this speed ball against realism 
like your formal order, your empiricism meets
the non-sequiturs 
the cigar smoke 
in the day-lite,
 streamed from houses 

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