Often trees are conductors of the absolute, the sidereal cuss
eternity. the blow escapes the rehab and into the fire as known
but
lost coupons short of your toaster of existence. the mind needs consciousness,
consciousness does not need mind. Bon Voyage.. when the body revolts within itself, and parts battle
parts,
it's the last revolution, the last pogo, follow the few that
have wisdom, don't let it deceive with knowledge, the brass ring of annihilation, you'll be recognized by a chip, and maybe it will be all that's left..

Thursday, September 18, 2014

Kevin Doran

2 Morning, First Day
a: a light to be caught in/on.

face-tied place;
         back in, dipping.

syrup hair.
         ‘home’ friends.

attractive: not not my face
         in shaving cream.

a shower with–                   what's hidden
         under that coffee?

taste tastes.
         it’s currently hair/time . . .

spoon-left tea-rings on the stainless
         draining board.

think instrument.
         wish for more fire,
         fine sil(t/k).

you day: every day.
         we smile; her scent:
         so long.

in either talk, home/made laugh.
         what is your [deleted]?
         I ask.

last death: b/rain cell.
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