Saturday, April 2, 2011
Night soil clobbering legs. Bulking maid with water eyes, piano of sea-dropped manse on low and hedge-grown peninsula, where boils the ends of the ocean. Thro' an unapprehended cleft jets a stream of water on greater rhythms, puffing and spraying above. The space near a kidney.
A blue light, with filaments, above the site of scourging, in the rough beams in a stave kirk.
The atmosphere which hovers where was the wood hive, slatted and diminishing in the fern meadow.
JF /20th c.
"Dr. Waffle.... Calling Dr. Waffle...." The doctor has been compromised since the collapse of the Red Republic... Seems Paraguay was the last option.
Posted by Jonathan at 9:27 PM