July Poem 20

Is the governess a prologue?

James’s discursive field of letter.

The governess said after and then repeated governess.

This phrase could be sign that he had himself.

The reappearance of a story to tell his story

Creates an area of discourse.

I saw he was not hand.

 

James following this, I took for an argument.

Yes, the competition, the went.

This nothing two more times,

James Douglas.

 

Elsewhere, Francesco and Miles

Repeat the word. Up until page 6.

Before Miles admits to having

Opened the story to the group.

 

Before the fact, the manuscript arrives.

And how the author’s hand postpones his telling

Should be referred to as the hand of agree.

July Poem 19: It’s Probably Both

Is it because you are retarded,

Or are you just too fucking lazy?

 

Oh, hell… Is it both?

July Poem 12: Disbelief

Therefore it is.

A gradual thing.

Level and understandable.

 

A jaded and angry atheist.

My disbelief

An interconnectedness.

July Poem 10: Joint Papers Short Stint in Meaning

As Sad Strands of Cigarette

 

As story contest describes

Having to wait: we wait.

And rip the end of a Marlboro

Compressing meanings.

 

Dried banana

Peels much of the you

With lord as I know.

 

They never used it

Translating Henry about both

Him and I.

 

And I could with toothpaste.

Spent religious debate

Resurrecting small strips.

July Poem 8: If We are Toothpaste Stories

The same cigarette, this anecdote

Is out with my other buddy.

We had stopped by stories.

 

He had some type of toothpaste

And smoked it as if it were,

When I had been hanging.

It wasn’t like weed. But

I figured it would work.

 

I told him that I did know

Of a trick that squealed it

Across the Crest Gel toothpaste.

But I pulled out and it was too harsh to hold in.

Buddy had combed like I was going to puke.

 

Toothpaste tasted bad and burned

Across the throat of the schoolyard

As you were hoping it was a grave.

Joints actually had worked for me one night recently.

The toothpaste was a famously complex syntax.

And when they with an unused tube

Of no layering, they were lit,

And they would curl name.

 

However, this was entertaining

Even if I felt meaningless.

Words out a black and red end

Squeezed. Roll them in toothpaste.

July Poem 7

Josh, Javier, and I went to

With a joint of dried shitty medicine.

Javier thought he was gonna die over

Asking me if I had any guts.

Josh told me that he was out so for young.

That day, that I sent him off weed.

 

Also, I told them

That all I had were these:

My cabinet and banana peels

Soaked in banana peel.

 

We weren’t sure if Danny would get any

Of the much lower level

Of meth smoking ambiguity.

Success was always in short supply.

July Poem 6

Douglas waits for days to tell his story

Without the story.

That before telling is one that questions:

 

Griffin’s ghost of the child line.

The screw that innocents.

The turn of the manuscript.

Tomorrow as a work of fiction.

Douglas tells about the element that has nothing.

Ambiguity having reached candlestick hits.

 

How does the may not exist made up?

The four lack of the frame.

Douglas does not bring out observation that drew

From each earth’s elements phrase in his author’s hand.

The key the town had contained

Conspicuously missing.

 

The guests of the story also contained nothing.

Douglas’s actions account ambiguous.

He grabbed a candlestick postponing the affect.

 

He began telling the reappearance in another way.

Going to bed with the amount in June before you.

 

Douglas, not immediately, began to read.

Douglas tells this story

In stating that the story was something to produce

And the context of what seems written by Douglas, himself.