to a fault...but whose...
the exhibition
allied the gores...and slid behind the sliding doors....
oh, for a lift to the rooms of rest,
...
with me to catalina
I shall bring gewurztreminer
dry, yet sweetly fragrant
just enough to charm the peccaries
...
dwelling in this sukkah
for almost thirty years
the forest as a roof
the flowing stream
...
am wearing a bezoar necklace
in case I become wild and reckless
...
taps on his boots
soul on his shoes
snappin' his suspenders
while his horn goes on a bender
...
new life as a pomegranate
each seed
falling
from the bitter and acrid sharpness
...
opening shot:
the public firehosing of michael vick and tom otterness
accompanied by the sounds of cheers and howls....fade
to:
...
what they need is here
their bellies are round and fat
belie fragile bones
...