hear!

odyssian

keaps

speak
verbuel upo
1. parlerooe
2. direkeaps
3. pretend augph control

-pren dren ley parole

4. repondre epon uoq˚˚å
5. demander satyr
deear
man

reelph

keaps reel scent
parler avec accent
thwi wi keep
s'entre tenieer avec
IUNTRO
ANSplate
Able
je knee parlay - pas votre langue.
nasiller
*speak earnestly
parler avec convikshun
does here keaps
quell qoo 'un icci
-qui parle anglais?

keaps sill
medrier ing
speak bate de payt yt
interve niir dans one bat, point de e.p
layckr to speak too
A' qui from - vous parler
keep so loud
parler fart

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epahs

shape
verbenten
prendre formay
donner dix

one for may
.former
form muler
concretis ezizer
mettrey 2 point
dressern
modi fire

noun unou
1 formey
-figure
. sil
hoose
teet
comtour
routnock
-mou ley
apparite ionee
condite ionee
fantmay
aetate
systae may

inpooree fiz six all shape

dansdae move
daiseez
condite inoees fiz six
oot goot epahs
knee bon condite
you o file and epahs nail.
jeeer vound raise me
fire limmer les ongles
settle into epahs
co mencer apren dretour
bein epahs
give shape to
oot goot
fiz six epahs

New Bees

Ass over teakettle tip tit for me
Throw that arrow up
up up in my wintry tree
in my hunter-wasp lyceum not for bees

I write as I smash with my metagnathous mouth!
I laugh and I be as one made in the south.

He has a crossbow and three Shakespeare and that
cant be all he wears, there must be a costume switch
Somewhere
while we’re here

in these chairs

There are little people that run the little dime store down town
I bought a dime novel
and a dime bag
some dim sum
and some lychee

with my finger
it’s stored away with bees

my stinger
and beak
don’t break when they seep.

I’m a wasp with chats.
Chats that don’t sleep.

Notes

Tampered with painted backyard rock and dead bird

And that wasn’t the birth the first was about wood and collectiveness
And then I agreed
We will push forward

And REVEL

While our decay blooms.

Man they would hate me.

Paper by paper
we smite
down down
nervous flight

Doused sprouts
Peppered rug

Among stones and sand we grunted our way through ouches and ooooos
Brutal hunters spilling blood around gathered wooden slabs crackled by pretty
Dancing flame.


‘Pound O Sword’ [not finished, not working on it]

Two sat atop high mountain, pinked clouds sliding
Across the first light of the peeking morning
Whirling up a breakfast fire, pans warmed
They sent for bloody meats, warm wine, aged long
And watched fawn and doe about tall timber
Before they filled their gut

The sun filled itself
undivided by its abut horizon