Multitudes Read Free Page B

tie relents. Thank god
    I whisper. All these people fit their times
    all these places held form. All these events
    hoisted away from my body a keyboard
    I’d again moisten from afar.
     

VISIT

    2 d tain multitudes Th Connors use th distance
    b tween brow … Philip zooms 2 
    d tain multitudes Peter n Cathy Werner count by
    height n Mr Groening weighs 2 d tain multitudes th
    Panachawks think in colour multitudes Van Quentin squints
    Larry R sizes up M Penant recalls who
    was in what footwear n Ric Hinta thinks
    in th key of squeals n Katie S
    website so Mrs Constantine swallows her middle daughter
    Jessica R’s pride fessing up n Thierry N
    …
    Schumacher’s pantomime in his backyard n Pierre G
    pushes Joy L into th fence Joy L
    cries uncle Pierre G throws Joy L’s losses
    2 Th Kanes get 2 th station in
    haste Go now … let Miss Ninten’s conscience sleep
    first morning get clean Coffee front desk n
    report crime know … The Brothers Chang deed
    n redeem Mr Allen Abernathy’s allegiances since
    wazza really fun night Once will have 2
    do 4 th persons d tained

OBJECTS

    Forseveralmoments, weturnedfromthewindows
    Therewereshadesdrawn
    Weturnedand
    Forseveralmomentswhenweturnedwegathered
    Inmorphation
    Thedoorsweregone
    Therewereplacesoflightsinplacesoflights

STATUS

    We were all seeking
    more in formation on morphology
    we wanted faces with names
    we wanted names with faces
    O to be both recognizable and a bit of an identity dervish.

    It is a pleasure
    to be informed
    to be in good form facing each other
    to recognize patterns of shade and light
    to gravitate toward the details
    the little dimple so unique
    the crow’s feet
    all your wonky teeth
    your zany hairline
    how you look at your best;
    And when you splinter on some retail camera
    clutching contraband, we have
    to repost.

TH PLACE OF LIGHT

    Interesting 2 view over th past selves market
    self. Something about belonging – 2 b specific n
    unflinching – performed. 2 vie against ourselves 4 our
    first stirrings – 2 sort out whose hands held
    th weapon. Babez : ’ ) speaking 2 u as if
    th mirror-glass – leaps, lets conscience breathe –
    accompanies without
    th cordial stickiness of each other, that attention-onus –
    one was mistaken, 4 it was really quite fun.
    Well, we edit an allowable waft sick with
    fear – one visit will have 2 do – 2 persist in sequence
    elone.

Mounds

    No, u  r th bad friend.
Hannah,
Girls

MORNING SONG

    Cold side walk
    Acdd eikl losw
    Acddei kllosw

    Wake hard dawn
    Aaad dehk nrww
    Aaadde hknrww

    Aaaa cddd deeh ikkl lnor swww
    Aaaacd dddeeh ikklln orswww
    Wwwsro nllkki heeddd dcaaaa

    Crow call ache / soon step past
    Aacc cehl lorw / aeno opps sstt
    Aaaccc eehlln oooppr sssttw
    Wttsss rppooo nllhee cccaaa

    Poor rain morn / wake slow cold
    Aimn nooo prrr / acde kllo osww
    Aacdei kllmnn ooooop rrrsww
    Wwsrrr pooooo nnmllk iedcaa

Part 2

    Ww ws ro nl lk ki he ed dd dc aa aa
    Wt ts ss rp po oo nl lh ee cc ca aa
    Ww sr rr po oo oo nn ml lk ie dc aa
    www www tts sss srr rrr
    ppp ooo ooo ooo nnn nml
    lll llk kki ihh eee eed
    ddd dcc ccc aaa aaa aaa

Part 3

    aaaa aaaaaccc ccdd ddde
    eeee
    hhii kkkl lllllmnn nnoo
    oooo
    ooop pprr rrrs ssssttww
    wwww
    cold sidewalk wake hard
    dawn
    crow call achesoon step
    past
    poor rain morn wakeslow
    cold

    walkwa
    esoons
    oorrai
    akeslo

DOCK

    Wavering on a stoop. The day doesn’t start yet. Days on end come to a stop. The water is all in the lake. Level
     rises, falls, but the lake is itself. Everything alive in the lake belongs.
     Anything incompatible immediately ceases to breathe. There’s a limit.

    You don’t necessarily do what is strategic when moths fly into your lips. What if the
     mouth had been ajar. What if I’d swallowed that fly. Perhaps I’ll dive under the surface.

    I was an old lady in the first dream. Then I woke in a hotel room with
    tartar sauce on my little finger. We’d had supper and fucked. I didn’t feel so old then.

    Kids are obsessed