p
o
e
m
s

His cosmology major falls like a free compass

point through the breakthrough of all emotional

life. A puritan background psychically fused

with the interdimensional thought-form of Portland

to produce a cathode ray capable of power-crazed

crop circles—This is the heart of all living

systems—The workshop mode flows formatively

across the morphogenetic light-born attractor at

the focal point of time and reemerges as

the Diet Coke stain on Bert’s disintegrating

mostly purple tye-dye. He wants to be a trance-

channeler when he grows up. Dad, who was on

Apollo XI, is, well, mystified.

You Might Also Enjoy

Nashville Drip Season

Shane Book

He removed himself with his hands, an effort not unnoticed.
People threw shells, congotronic drumming looped
from. . .

poems

Further Reading

Heads Up: We recently updated our privacy policy to clarify how and why we collect personal data. By using our site, you acknowledge that you have read and understand this policy.