402nd Thing I Found, and: 449th Thing I Found, and: 609th Thing I Found

130 We elaborated the stunning details for what doesn’t and. We believed in the believing not the believed things, and. And the despoiled thicket. And the double intoxication. And the big wobble. And the deliria administered phantasms. And the peephole bigger than all the people. I let a shaved hairless rabbit loose in the retro-perspective. I knew everyone wanted an excuse to scream all the unbearable cuteness. All the daily hopping around hope. I tried to be a good read. I tried to throw thrown parties so I could be invited to stay and submit. To not be brought up to date. To not wend. To no you. To know how you get your heart to fit into such small tanning beds, I don’t know. It burns me up. I don’t know how to squeeze back into a seed. I don’t know how to sphere no inside bulk. I’m sorry if my snail has no shell now. I had to leave some things behind. I’m sorry I only used the left side of my brain when we touched. 402ND THING I FOUND ERIC ELLINGSEN 131 ERIC ELLINGSEN 449TH THING I FOUND a) This poem is about a weekend. It’s called: About a weekend. About a weekend. b) On their way to a more spongy universe they fell in love. It was a good thing the universe was spongy. c) He was the kind of guy that played a world wool bag pipe, but couldn’t see the water in the ice. She was the kind of girl that played the earth is blue like an orange. They fell in love forever and red, etc. 1d) I learn id this from the past tense you irregularly pronounce around me. I hide id a word in a poem. They builded a house. We showid the pictures to each other. You run id away first underneath. 2d)She had feelings for him the same weight as air. Things didn’t go anywere. 132 e) He had feelings for her the same weight as air. Things didn’t go any. f) The center of her storm was such a breeze. g) She did her vortex dancing sitting down. Her zippers have buttons. His questions have fuzz, rub bug leg insect sounds past insect sounds saying luv luv luv. His eyes boat paddle. Please cover everything up. Even the tip of the little finger. Even the eyes lashing out. Even the dead ends. Everything turns him on and it’s not just because the earth is rotating beneath him. h) He breathed Her thermals They floated away i) No. Screw that denture gummed dream, that sandboxed coast line cost. In reality, they were hit in the head by the world over and over. And the rubber mallet was metal and mental. There was not a head rest to be scored. So the two of them sent standing waves through sitting full stadiums fully intending to say good bye for good. But only two people did the standing wave. And the standing wave took too long to get around the stadium. And everyone around them including the physicists who should know better about waves, including themselves, who were hopefuls, took the standing wave for a trip to the concessions and forgot. j) for 365 days again or so We practiced chairs. So we chaired. We practiced the floors. Practiced the boards. Practiced the floor boards. Being floored. I practiced in vents. Practiced the sky inside. Practiced the sky through the windows, so I windowed. So we silled. I practiced wheelbarrows inside. I wheelbarrowed. We wheelbarrowed. We red wheelbarrowed. And when our wheelbarrows broke, we borrowed other wheelbarrows. We stole wheelbarrows. We would do anything for another 133 wheelbarrow, including oops, including winked codicils, including string, including heart, including excluding heart. We were trees on trees, liquids held by slower liquids, flows holding faster flows. So we also eked, but we also honeyed. We honeyed backwards. We honeyed on our heads. We honeyed hand standed. We honeyed horizons mapped over the tongued tundra, under the understory, over the unflat landed depressions. We honeyed curvy futures. We book stared and...