Del Ray Cross
or should i give myself a
i’ve revamped the fog. the turf tongue
clouds and the how’s it been thirteen
years since we. and i dreamed
disingenuous dreams no trees a.
cathedral of earth. unopened oh
why don’t you just open it. when
i met the car. i’d revamped the fog
turf. go for broke. when a good poet
dies ingenuity. a little boy a little
orange boat on the gray bay cloudful.
a demented yellow truck a sailboat.
the surface of the bay like a map.
turquoise ashtray gray violet astroturf
globecolored homogeny. is not
for us. mono a nono. where this is
heading ashram. this automatic add up.
this stolen flag from south dakota.
many red apartment buildings.