Sunday, May 8, 2011

pome || Billy Bob Beamer





recor[de]d on the stereo
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i wonder if i had gone past 12[blur thada
pointstracks i wonder if my hair is[gon ert
on my mind wanders i wonderat[ what meymay
spills and effort and breath all consumed i won
der what hellin hell is hell agiant[norse purge plunge
spillof thought or[hu hobbeth gorseman[ erther doing walking
emotion i wonder at reading a rock[diverted curveescape
seeing all as poem pansemia i wonder if i am in someone else'
s thinking a cat carsh and a wha i wonder if the errorists will ever skip and
play fair stay brick and fight as a turn world table turns[bifurcated bon mot
fair i wonder at circus uses and misuses poor[down cityforceps b[host ruin
elephants who never forget but know do they i wonder[sages red glip
that is all if i had done 12 or 13 there are 13 seams in the carpet ends will they
willingly come apart like a mushroom or must thought comb them and thisthis
makes sense i wonder if the tornado will gripe or the heat sandburn the souls
if i had gone past 8 i would still be in the street if i hadn't[got yove dome
i mean 10 is old stickball in the muddy square pockets ofnywhere i nebver am
on the country road a pigeon a chicken and a gravel very well i wonder at grass
at stars at breath going dry like a dustrpoadrope maybe a dried up poem like y'ass i won
der der der stuck agin[rotation devonsh itty[ taymi warm saxoned [derderder[fence bldg silence
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thawglass, alter driven, dohnop rinnong, ogop forever point, caliber decifoster, mal donut ostickstick
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