**1.**

Only one horror. From can’t see to can’t see (_The Damned_). Borrow and buy from a class out
                 of its mind
Routine to the experiment “class act,” answers to any questions are ready. Morning glass and
                 men who babysit the sidewalk. Just in place satisfied, cascading
Train thru the drive-in, can you believe any of this blessed industry? It’s a horrible
                 movie, that dead vineyard went on forever. I think I told you now relax @ the rent
Big lonely house, no catastrophe

insolvent, unsolvable, precise
doorway stains, it’s not my fault

a warning, a round trip
come together and think about study

Once a week I re-tell these little stories to you. About people wanting to say more than we have to now, if you can imagine. I liked the Borges, how the man named every number from 1-24,000 in bed with his eyes closed. How he needs a different word for one dog in profile and the same one straight on. Sees every leaf through its own history. Talk of archways, hard drawing and tracing the plane against the window. Retort and retreat. Always back to retreat. Hunger, a lazy enlightenment, requires open fields I feel like. From there to court it, panes of memory, bless the amount of sky increasing. They sang the corners and ash inside. They creased. A prayer of atmosphere. Astronomy of the block, the way it can’t end. Still torn up about Babylon. What were the names of the numbers again.

 

 
**3.**

possessive and turning heads
advent overtakes

drugs for the trip
sample all light in one corner
teacher was like, enough color

buying into everything: billing, shipping, same
wasted the last delicate chapter
of the walk

draw a gun
draw a braid
I am warmer in the light regardless

violent edge, blue cradle
it gets bigger
clouds where there weren’t

you’re in the trailer
home is a set

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