(Kristen Bissaillon's remix of 'scratches', as part of our remix exchange.)
‘Burb a vicious experiment. Tentative tenements in the crossword. Garage and grocery doors snub birdsong, as if a separate species of closure.
One politic line bleeds into the next. Nobody arrives in the narrative, receives the inevitable, takes endearment right in the kisser.
One monkish audience bleeds into the next (shy collectors, sniped upskirt). The anonymous branch turns to speak.
Vaseline version of self. Airbrush a vacuum; nature has an opinion. Bitten cheek desires to drink.
Congeal, collide, pass in the night. Some structure has been imposed. Flies backward out of sight, out of sightedness. Lapse retired, retried. A twisted wire restraint.
Everything omen bears repeating. Flourishing collections incarnate again, it may yet prove interesting.
Desire authors the uncertain dear. Pill dies becoming.
(I previously posted a remix of Kristen's 'Cartouche'.)