it_might_have_been_futuristic
paste!
I
’m
standing
twelve
feet
in
from
where
the
tide
usually
stops
and
comes
back
from
the
sand
.
Twice
now
,
a
middle
-aged
omni
-tailed
seahorse gnashed
in
circles
around
my
christened
bucket
meant
for
vomiting
.
There
are
sickles
in
each
of
my
hands
and
my
feet
are
more
naked
than
a
podium
virgin
in
an
audience
of
a
hundred
.
The
scenery
in
imagination
closely
resembles
that
of
an
ancient
city
with
a
blue
log
house
at
the
edge
of
town
.
A
philosopher
with
a
green
head
bellows
and
hums, carries
a
paper
sack
full
of
sunflower
seeds
.
The
day
is
full
of
lapses.
Fire
in
our
atmosphere
is
less
a
carnival
act
than
it
is
in
the
shufflings
of
focus
.
A
tuna
in
the
other
paper
sack.
It
is
nighttime
now
and
¾
of
all
insects
are
nursing
on
filmy
paralysis
.
Olive
trees
get
potty
trained
by
moonlight
.
It
’s
all
Greek
to
me
,
said
the
Italian
,
painting
his
latest rendition
of
hell
.
021229
...
.
.
050425
...
PISSED!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
WHO
CARES
100929
what's it to you?
who
go
blather
from
