Ache Tea Emily

Make the head seductive, more approachable, like at a party talking to a undergrad and pause that thought. I sort of, well, Alaska. Accidentally commented on her Facebook state. Wasn’t at work, softly if accidentally, only more so. Not facework but the opposite still of profile. What happened by analogy was this, or rather like this. Totally analogy. I mean phenomenally. Fields of attraction that, swooping through firewire, interest me in matrices that might otherwise lack luster. What student prose has done to my poetry you are to. And partial to. At least by phonology of part object. Accent on the flubbed interview because they first clocked my corrupted feed. I didn’t know books could squirrel into syndication like cable. If poetry, then totally. My theory is that each syntax implicates a new consciousness, albeit. It’s uniting states of syntax into uncivil discourse. Mousseline or liver. It’s American if it’s united under false pretense of invasion. It’s a data feed I want to push out like a food chute, not swallow like a goiter. It’s prose that cats and dogs can eat. It’s news that stays the news. It’s half is well enough.

Posted on April 11, 2010
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