Along a carefully installed wall a divine-laboratory kiss is set in lace, where Navajo Sash is found,
Braided ones, interesting hands out of wallpaper and along a varnished gymnasium basement.
The reel of tape has been correctly woven, exactly the foundation for a perfect boat
thus said to be twin spun in methods among the fig.A exercise chair.
Purple nursery rhyme revised in my headache as I look at the broken
aspect of the tape recorder gone wrong, a purple nursery rhyme I look deeper in the springs and speaker wire, the wheels and screws, the vent.
A handbook of weave, and braiding is grasped with gloves:
23 eyes -
brackets of dusk -
1 indirect dawn
Theater seats unfold; 25 yards of aluminum foil in seat shapes coil around an orange extension cord into the flower of light – a stage made of glass wings – rotating at ninety degrees.
Successions of thistle wiped layers off of ( Category XP. ) frontal lobes;
in a mineral mars-black, so deep in squids two lights exit through a crocheted past moment
lines of civilization replace a white room, bounces coil, corner cut,
Eugene station-record-show/wave of scrap metal/wave deteriorated/wave soup sample/ bounced in a mirror /deteriorated laughter
A vehicle made of snakes –
The room tastes like braille,
your breath smells like braille
your mouth smells fast
rocks sound like braille
a senseless hack of raked feathers (ie: Blood Diamonds.)
a rake used. Ink feathers (ie: hist .)
Quietly open the dresser, and find want, with paper flowers wilting.
Forks lying twisted at night, curled beyond recognition
into our woodgrain.
aroma in lakes/ the thought in freckles.
Drawn and Quartered oven
The hand of a dream leads goats to an aura, parked in the sesame seeds in its billows, fractured b thistle for hair, fury
an internal polyester, painted by 2 separate
window instruments (grows a curtain)
for habitat and underwear, for eroded inner light, feeling an orange dressing gown painted with cigarette butts,
orange peels, folded Satsumas line the weave.
(Potable water is included) in the gown, (grows a curtain.)
Nails of the worm that plates have stained orange with string, a twilight inside of the wallets, the wall inside of the kitchen that tore under thought, when the eyes left from the closet, for a moment,
and entered our room.
FIN SORREL has been published by Enclave, Queen Mobs Teahouse, Sleeping Fish, Blaze VOX, The Newer York, Spinning Jenny, and Fur-Lined Ghettos. He is an editor at Mannequin Haus
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