snow the president will undress the nation



The Moon Looks Down and Laughs


Frank, I'm worried about you. p.s. don't forget to take out the garbage


















lady sings the blues






















the way rooftops are kettles that resemble pigs are syringes








buckets of gold are bridges








all around us spirals into worthiness








the cup of glass rabbits is enveloped








by turnips dressed as policemen








the inquisitor's glance bares a question from the sun








fire-linked fences of gratitude buffalo








eyebrow-storm in nettles








river'd excretion unbuttons daylight








sky composed of serial killers








silver medallions pocket the indifference








a moor of blockaded bears








a crystal chandelier has been found by the molten lake of dreams








turquiose lips on a lightbulb








how slowly the chairs leave the room, lowering their doe-like eyes








papa is made of sugar








ten miles beneath the radar








just as every other day, the hinges of the flame have teeth


















































































































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