Disingenuous meat
frank Annunciations jar
Man versus the Atheists
romance in hands exploded
had things, ridicule, landlords
first, back door stuck on the turquoise iron-cast drain-pipe
second, Mohican Connolly
third, flying ants, groping cornered herbs, cats
laundromat deaf Sundays
Be Poor

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5 Responses to Whitewash

  1. Holy! wow! I really miss reading your experimental genius poetry my friend. 🙂

    My favorite line: “cats
    laundromat deaf Sundays”

    Visually excellent. 🙂

    Liked by 1 person

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