new poetry and poetics edited by brian kim stefans - Arras.net

Ongohar I’m personing at Juki Awaf I’m on Ezum lay dover by the buildings of
Kobe Unco Tin the pints of the pears my tenses were shut at head the ion ton of
in crease of the faces of the art he could almost be slags (algae) in the anal gagues
of the ream of the diving bell the hostal see wed the war reg she dreamed of sour
lump & passing it ears med with gold & the ten back in series dinted to become
woman’s & therefore the feet shot he lipped her cocks in the Moses believing that
the ripest would rug gets into the kin of a vigir & anced till akent by exhaustion
apes rant between the K.K. uncles of the index & middle fingers when I want to
be crown she’s also it but you are a better how person tinglin to your lesp made
a tap making the carbule us hering english at the mums use towers in les of the
phonetic beings who bit in a his world have outs the size of needles & are on
lever able to talk or take food or ater in tiny amounts & thus and we the earth
in reach of stan con nor menu shit which even when found can only be enough
to rush on but not satisfy them I was purrs there is am lost on difference tim my
elf is sade now on kool I have already forgotten daughter smear glt wold.