Avoid go but went Went where, out out amongst words there
So, being benign void longing ethics then bending
How about it roustabout drilling deeply into middle earth
I was a roughneck land laborer I mowed endless civic greens
The men said slow down with the weed whacking
Exchanging sky with campground fire Went venting picking up
Refuse We wore boots of thick cow leather
The roof slanted toward the lake
Peterson announced the great tureen of ear
We partook, we partook
Colons bulging eggplant proportions were the shipwrecks
Gunky oil yet she managed to wear a ravishing corona
Bobbing bubbly scanning scansion with thick inside saying
You done it
I’ll have tea with this ear, thank you
Then bobbing again
For appellations
Horrible tablatures in a picnic setting Sincerity danced a Balanchine ballet
With mental commitment robots
The jewels bled blood
Ketchup in a revolving rebellion, GM
I-ness witness
They weren’t born me said death
by Brenda Iijima
published in the new issue of Coconut