savoir faire
tiny hairs cover the inner ear.
that’s the story we hear so often.
the playing fields of time come down lightly on Fayetteville, NC.
those head crystals and liquids
give us balance in times of orange.
(what a trip)
time apples line the bookshelves,
target practice for pedigree irony.
the Groove Armada saved me on a Narita-bound flight leaving Heathrow.
those pedantic parenting techniques
inspire shame: this means you!
tyro saw the sirens on the riverbank.
he called his broker and
converted his stocks to shale futures as a hedge against science.
traditional operators don’t apply on
formulaic Sundays.
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