Andrew Lundwall
Apparently: The Odyssey
APPARENTLY:
this one's for all the fine writings of violence inflicted on the skin of one's name
often come writing
testify
THE FIRST SIGNS:
the semi-automatic action factories unfolding flower the body divvied out in crimson flame flare
flux it up into so many positions
SUITS:
dismay forests of hands reaching obscure roads
'I Don't Speak' says As They Do 'but've found my places on the sand to bury a few heads in'
legs sticking out the suits glee club chime 'i think that we've found exactly what we were looking for'
ALL DOLLED UP:
isolation the explorer utterly missing in all influences handlebar mustache featured steel demon wing
WITCH'S TIT:
haunting haunted images off the compass insert fractured polka dot vodka godiva who bent a shadow down cycling street
banish this for no apparent reason well other than hootenanny-in-the-blue-room-with-all-of-the-ladies
MEET THE SIRENS:
i'm too certain much flattened when the space ship had landed
community metal split into flame at the community house in between bodies
'put on the gloves conquistador of crotch' the curling irons sing ‘when captain brings the cough medicine’
OUR HERO SPEAKS FOR THE FIRST TIME:
'i don't never call out sick out sick baby' hero folds one of his own into a new shape like a torn new pair which is which hero not entirely sure
Phantasy
she's like a plume of blood in a world of smoke
i think watching the clock catching scent
of the odor unusual crawling out
from the spaces under its arms
and by the way reader
have i confessed
this dream i have
i wish to erect
a tall pillar
fashioned from
human teeth
to climb to the top
and net a cloud or two
fall from up above
into something glamorous
with a thud
spilling
my enthusiasm
and my love
my wicked love
like an chicago-esque
oil slick
all over
space
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