Conjectural Infinitude, Buckshot Grapevine, Irritant

or Lessen the Airspeed to Impale a Missile and Co.




Under direct observation the head on the horizon was seen to retch
Each moment is its own inverse deadline
None may countervail but feel free to bewilder. Love, Debbie Rottweiler
Ira Gershwin left nothing of note behind
The anthill has come under the magnifier of the irredentist figurehead
They still use gaslight in their dreams
A country singer named Josephus Porosity, the feint of the shoulder
Out of his socks, deft and proverbial
Alexander returns with no water, but the condemned get a hoagie

The classic story of the hot patroness and the savant.

No no, not the genome of a smeary russet black agrarian economy
He said the egg goes with the avocado
And every auto ever smashed may correlate to an abutment in your scopes
The ant is bagging for another species
A series of names: Feldman. Bella. Fairfield. Famous as that western crease
An engagement dousing a single firefly
By loudspeaker and what a coed says tacitly about any number of other coeds
Mary in her descent on the arm of Grimm
Along any shore the flukes confirm an egotist in each isolated grain of sand

The plans need a drunken draftsmen to be made inexorable.

What of this cycle isn’t punitive? February has no quantifiable number
On the radio the lines are never hazy
A muscular engine revved and a monster reversed on the dance floor
No rueful faces in the chartroom, Habib
We have a global girdle of the lovelorn and their psychiatrist laid mouth to ear
By an integer of q and a horsefly armored
Associations crop up and banter with us to make sure we’re not too dumb
To impersonate a matriarchoid in silk pants
And the occupant of the cocoon, severed, placed in a shell, cast on the Platte

This is the colleague you requested for your assisted rehearsal.

Will any of Nosferatu’s rats be demitted from the ship? Will you be inoculated?
A brick of compressed white lays in the sag
The universal rink, extendible heavenward, irrepressible as tainted baby aspirin
Yes, this idea might incur a less impressive dowry
But there are still bathroom attendants repeating their wishes while asleep
And naught to rejuvenate the lip sweat on the monitor
One discriminant leads to a serial conclusion, the additive to glorify the nut
Mention the color blue and a blissful silence ensues
Having seen the curtains of the rankly insecure, a prosecution of groupthink

Little Pedro was born today, a messenger bag with earbuds.

His predisposition to leaven everything he prepares with plaster of paris
As a bolt cuts a z in a sycamore. Thomas Mann.
Anthony Mann. Michael. The ethanol high, a parallel of grammar in jail
Had it not been for the cloud that burst, we exclaim
All those who’ve signed in please submerge yourselves in your amber beds
That cloud is contained in a hypo, preserved for you
And your chronic thyroid brag, a fresh kill, a plaster deer in the parlor
It’s good to be poor says Rich, missing his irony
Who has the ken to enter a forbidden sector with only the bodies on his back?

In Britain before the gash. In Florida, Hiroshima.

This deputation of horror movie extras keeps reasserting itself as a viable map
The girl on the ferry, coy, red hair in black & white
As the moon moves so moves the sky, as the sky so this moving dump of light
And those men are no less equitable for their spines
But here is an ear without a phone, impolite, like the concept of chivalry
Anything equally arbitrary, in the Lincoln compressor
And rendered in pocket size, music for the rathskeller under his plaster edifice
Millions lunge as no one looks, a flier is making history
Comes the order to remain equidistant, listen to hearing, watch sight, vibrate

Everything will be alright, the breach has been contained.

Count the ruts ahead, the tiles in the community bed, consult Pandora on ice
The gentleman from DC is on the phone for you, malady
Here comes that dumb world again, pressing its nose against the blackout pane
Problems, like Pedro, don’t go away by themselves
It takes someone with the butane to make things happen after closing time
Pretty will get you almost as far as your carriage
We have the hard facts locked down under a bulkhead, zebras roaming above
Remove that sapient grin if you please
Some skies, some worlds, some births are single bite portions in their entirety

A fed man belches in annular weight, the person made hermetic.