American side, I was the world's worst.
The gold magnetic sand,
as a way of emphasizing a pop-culture phenomenon
was more like a barrel of prayers that began
by looking for peaches.
The closest large city was foggia
transference is, then, an illusion.
The carcasses were there wrapped in tinfoil
to rest by a field of grass.
The belief in Bigfoot signifies a hyped contemporary.
This delicate little Aeolin harp that nature has set at the entrance.
He had left the party without a word. What was I buying?
I believe worthwhile things can't be justified.
I reach for my mug to warm my hands on it.
The granville arms was somewhat lacking in heat.
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American side, I was the world's worst.
The gold magnetic sand was
a barrel of prayers that began by looking for peaches.
The closest large city was Foggia
the carcasses wrapped in tinfoil
rest by a field of grass.
Transference is an illusion.
The image "the carcasses wrapped in tinfoil" makes me think about baked potatoes. How strange, I know, but what an interesting image to call forth that relationship.
ReplyDeleteThat beginning is rich with possibility. What kind of speaker says that? Can you begin to tease out particulars of this "world's worst"?
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