“Consciousness
has nothing to do with me either
I’m just moving inside it, catch as catch
can’t”
Fanny Howe, Selected Poems (U Cal P, 2007, p 9)
High drips afford us all
Pellicules and kittens tend
Ketchup smells the clyster
Unexceptional in my opinion
The sheep’s nose swells the precipice
Writing hemp agrimony is madness
Beef – are we begging it to eat?
Unpleasant flesh presses us
Diseases front it formal facile or
Hew our shilling to initial an alliance
Ebola brilliant it ransoms form if
Deaf I aren’t definite the foe
Heroes ring our upper gnomes
Sweeping me in needled flesh
If space behold our prince in riding clothes
Issuing you assume it’s true
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