while you enjoy the pompous pleasure of wonderment, befuddled
over which veto to employ, we register to bleed. oh, positive
is good for everyone, no doubt.
blue skies mean sunburn.
my back is wet from sweat, not a river's swift boat to el dorado.
give back my back.
relish your own dog, i'm on break: broken.
the floor is wet with red tears because you dream to ask not.
if things get done, why can't we share a lion taco? i'll eat the clause.
sense is never made of such constructs; that's why art is better
in a heap of plasma, milk, reflected moorings, and de-heaping tweezers.
tweezers made by us.
we do everything, and in our time. we make time in which
our autograph is a shadow on the spittle
reserved for shining things
up. making things
butter. making things toast. making mouths
water
