Wednesday, August 6, 2008

A Fine Tune Up Performance





Measures snap into a kind of reach.


Very boy like under the stones.


And night dropped all its home redress.


Came in line just so.


Most burnt during arrest for cheering.


Little was left of the rent side of the head.


The come on sun gone calling elsewhere.


Food abandoned around air intakes.


Mr. All has all his walking done free.


Came used with a top abode.


Far after the tension flags reduced.


Food, flags, things mothers dry on.


Set the ink in stripped like a land.


Milliseconds of past, the area works, tested.


Shine until another white morning grows.


Only the same velocity is important.


How to know how long you’ll be under.


School parts the mother and the men man campers.


Man made rafters, manned animals.


There is room for all stools of all like kind sitters.


On the mantle a card revolves.


Hit by things let in through pores.


The animals though are too fleet to last.


The last line is how the thing means.