[ w/ bright green large format dot grid & black ink ]
some of us are addicted to turning
whose gentle medicine works even
against a curve. this is a wet body
with a lump in it. there is no such
thing as the perfect mutation. let me
code you a plain. let me plateau you
a fingerprint. ok so our fingertips
distribute what’s been given us
amplified by what sharpens us. ok so
i’m back to uncounting my circles
ok so it’s easy to bleed the pen against the animal
it slows
it tries to tell you
it tires of
telling you
i’m back
to seething in circles
i’m wagging
anyone’s tongue who’s available
seering thank you
into a steak
complexing a sauce
in a series of bowls
it’s easy to bleed
some of what
slices
does so in secret
some blades
automatically drawn
if i drew you a picture
of what happened
it would take
very little time
if i draw you a picture of what’s happening
the center of the page cut out
the center
unbusy
default scraped out
the demon’s just
a little picture
i drew
the dream’s just
a little thought i had
no worries
Wow: “picture of what’s happening
the center of the page cut out”