A borrowed fern w/ a cigarette burn & a pawn shop ring in her hand at the Idaho courts to affirm our divorce before the marriage began in a celery boat singing triangle notes to a horn from the military band, the spectreworks c/o Pepper & Dircks’ Bargain Ghost and Haunted Man We awkwardly shielded the curious eyes of innocent pines from the forest floor From the frying pan of a celibate man to the fires of the premature who could ask for nothing more? we’re a unshrunk patch on a tear of the edge (x2) we’re a campaign badge, the short-lived match of an unshrunk patch and the bellows’ edge on the iron lungs of our language
A by-now acquired fern with a cigarette burn in a basket with a (rectangle) note on the bedroom floor: They repaired my fence, those bastards, I can’t go back home no more save a roundabout way unto each day is sufficient misfortune thereof with which to spend in proportion to your modest pay while shopping around for a word like ‘love.’ --With obedient trust as a babe in the womb, impeccably chaste as a priest in the tomb with a Deadwood map and a dynamite hat I’ll come back to Idaho soon, harmless as a Danish cartoon
This is not the first time [capitalized, 3-lettered sound] has died