Fashion seat melts, so why heated? In standard garb of the infantile laboratory, she tones gonads french to treat her nascent franchise. Seated golden, quiver templars & pleated landings driven outlash. Was walking hindsight, a rare funky gennu. Instant normal rhythm. Freely-clawing jackal had harbored dancer. Harmonium earring. (Sleepy kicks her rising notorious; she's nurture worker stocked in wares over there.) Divorcee cracking jeweled jew a friar lifting the naughty ocean. Childhood screamer delve tonguing gymnastics in a treacher chamber. Her wings are redressing fingers: Yearner fraught with flailing. Mine or worker, seize the fairy. Very very all too va va skitting. (Drifter laden, "Made in Heavier".) Flymap sticks to her over shoulders, nipple thinking. The mime. "I'm rigor set in cloudless," to herself. No substance runs this tomic or I zulu trespass liver. (Hunger rivets on solider station.") "You spray my Pore-walls, remind me I'm water." These girls play pansy while their men calls. She riding her own beau underskin & pours only firmly. Feather skeptic balks. Chain gangs of feeling driven while operated. Minute trespassings delivered answer.



ELIZABETH WAS

ONION LEAVES, HER MAP UNTENDED
1986, 8.5x7, 16 pgs, $3. A sermi-automatic text written round trip on a plane between Chicago & SF, this is a dizzy-rich exploration of the new sentence. In each of seven visual accompaniments to the text lurk a dark apparition & dream word.