Another South: Experimental Writing in the South

Mark Prejsnar

Mark Prejsnar Composition with Wire (from Overburden) brick or bracking that would map out monody this is totals held smoke Ol’ Jet Sam who floats ‘em a miracle ax decreed that napalmal, & now i’m tariffoid mythos all retort full impact of this trade was not yet apparent angry lie tomes over the fallen reprobate not rethink, as in a demi life move crawl to the back of on the noggin asking author, soliloquize— right place at the write tomb a nerve slowly desist croaked hammer taper all retorted vomit in the untold itinerary squeeze inputs, brick or backing out atorn a sample meter an un-urned run stampede for the holidays melted key chit jot IOU’d famous in a traipse line speak in cat hover noisome dark: darkness didn’t fall got dropped spool to the not ungoing effrontery there in the back, return the purchase and for this limited time only a quiet maze where you wander rivulet unslowed by who I aren’t keep that up slake rattle knuckle sand-witch haggle now, suburban cred oh? supple muse a lank decry impermeable permitted the sunder ache troth ya got it— ebb to cheapen declivity so! monody everfold cradle broken behind the glance you must have a century up in there surpass non surpass rococo slack and fall elevator in a quieted jet no telling the junk you’d sell except: the plot to investigate by and large?—away , but small Another South 167 Ode to Toge for Tom Phillips 1. a missing and spurious it might be i think. do you think so? yes with strange lawabiding down there in the incandescence. that kinda veteran monument. right down in the smashup. just a flee from russia with buried guns. radio on a slink isle. an accordion for serenade crawdads my eyes mind. selling a shop is the same as uncertainty. –vacuous to a young traitor. about jungle waking with the cockroach measurement: i’ve now discovered all soles even with the wearing out, from the road. even with the wearing out of the stolen. 2. a new pitch is here trembling pandemic with others made to point dream wheel a frown the flower of forced migration may we all be a slam dunk a raven these minds from the latin— may we all be categorized by class number & cutter number with those we enslave 3. in the wild style harrow where does that come from? the one voice exclaimed that it had no irony but the lamp had some smoke like the cord wanted to short out. splunk! to play a game of poker with nonmetal nerves and all the prices were for staying in the burnt out store and the one formula i learned it was done in the dark. lonely words had the doors locked and all the dark was done in the words. i believed in eyesight where they kept people in cartoons. all the wallets had idcards with pictures on them and a note about money that was scribbled down 148 years ago. 168 Mark Prejsnar 4. what do you want for dinner? what do you want for hunger? what is the din that deafens want? a mind will still to tellingly melt a rationality comes up anchor first what are the same approaches? the one with a not in a rope in a dank smoke— what is the repeat a novel of a tolerably clean mind what do you want where it all falls to pieces in the din the city sets the volume for what you want for den, or far fear— 5. it’s this thunder filled with heat—what you didn’t want and now you just gotta have it. actionable, the layoff alert in a saltmine systemic.TV is the again turned into the against, a model of addiction. it’s this slippage that still moves a decrease mile all the noun’d here with lightening bugs the southern alert the muse catcher. a slowness. the breaking apart inside the nerves runs down drains chased in largo alto molto by military police. a mind set to certain can find new doubts everyplace. purblind goes the quick nonrefillable asterisk. on the last day of the season i hit one over the blank sign in the right field blanked-out bleachers. 6. the corruption inquiry: a shadow seemed to pass over their faces drug-dealer middle-level a foundling...