They come calling, they who
mystery. Very aware of the light
doll, the house where we all
recycled dates. We all create
clock, a number of notes called remember
thunder? It followed
church. If there is a second chance
enchant her, write back in bliss
avalanche.
I repeat hit
the tiny
stop
of the sky
Huh
says a friend oh
goddamn
the sky How
I repeat hit
blink A sun
Leaves out, flowers
out You are sporty
dear Drumming
circles This appear
This is hello, a towards-crown motion of hands. Hello, this is
just to say hello world why. This is Steve: Hello. Older gals
need lovin’ too. Sure. Terry: Why not? Care
to share a story? Steve: No, I… This is “Hello”
by Lionel Ritchie, and this is hello in each of the official
languages of South Africa. This is hello, your smile
gets my heart pounding [sound f/x:
fangirls screaming]. This is hello.pdf.
This is hello, I don’t know what I have to do
with all peace, and this is hello
hello, a super software
from which I am posting hello, like I am
like hello a little green halo.
“I Can’t Be Me” going out
the opened window with
the day’s hey
blowing in.
It’s afternoonish I don’t notice
the planes spaced out
for LaGuardia. Live on
how many dollars
a day? Move close
to water: Gowanus
or Greenpoint wherever.
No more March
April, just a lot of Mays
I swear I’ll pay back
next winter. X and Y
please move here,
hated friends
go ’way.