by Chris Girard
GOLDEN GRAPEFRUIT GHOST
ROLLERSKATE
OX
LIFE
OF VANILLA
REMOVING
In response to
invisible answers (come from streams, moonless center).
Shall I poison?
THE BEAT OF YOUR OWN track
unite REPEAT PROMISES
Silence PATIENT ELSEWHERE
IN THE white bath THERE’S
silver
ABSOLUTE monarchy
(obscurity)
I scramble
in your kingdom. All of the tropical birds,
the energy of the gardens on bare skin.
PERFECTION.
IS A NEED TO PRESERVE
THE naturelESS PASSIONATE DEdication,
LIMITLEd REVOLT
IN A STATE OF CLEAR PERPETUAL
COMMONPLACE
HANDSOME
WOMAN FUGITIVE
wrapped in a shawl, and wore cologne. The elements,
this is all but unending.