8 August 2024
maybe needs more stanzas
.xpt
hard to tell the difference between this hard wrought lyricism
and the stochastic plume of late falling plums swept
into the air by mechanical principle, tom
foolery, yep tom could be me if
this was this life and no other and this verse
were no worse than otherwise, nix in perplex
rough in time lost in floods of woods and wept up
dinosaur terraces amoebic in the rush