The Waiting

Finding way (an apple or the thunk)

Finding way (an apple or the thunk) 1 Exchanges the bathtub for swift cello a clean break and all the odds stacked up calling my name (the rafters) Or, Your majesty the color is dim I am trying my heat on for size. Quick my speckled hen! (out in the corner) This painting bores or bleaches the metaphor sleeps (it is a nice nice bed) among me gripping your hair. Sun short stops your freckles in mid– speech let’s get quick super daisy (in the park) Where to get to? All the cameras go click and nonetheless I look at green and it doesn’t. Who’s to know what consequences are neatly gifted and without nametags? Now we kick and cry I suppose. Enter and hear the latch snap (not my house but still a house) Shed the sheep place your foot on the piano pedal I am too away (an unpaved road) [ 23 2 Fire station all alarms blaring — Have I grasped (the bell) tight enough for this exchange? Rescues the shouts in tiny market (fresh fruit) engulfed. All the children go scream. And, today is sheer (cloud) in my yard, hardly have I opened (my mouth) to let you — Figure the new (flowers) the familiar sidestepped brown (grass) keeping the overhead (jet) in view — What sound are you looking? Because inside the (dance hall) milling wouldn’t let up dance crazy tango on the (outskirts). However the breakdown happened it is this much (my hands). Sound (the object) a great dissonance dissolves (the bridge). The rough (substance) I without you — Bring the outside inside play a mute (game) (the piano) and the piano is a city never visited large (tower) looming (hat) floating downstream — 24 ] ...