29
May
non/text
We have hypothesized pineapple fields forever,
tiny bottle in a vain breeze.Tricks for modern scouts:
the hemorrhage in the vest,
the slender Buckingham
in open vowels.I want the tech gods to descend on my privacy,
their heads against the glass:
fantastic poles of light
turned atop one another.Springroll / and a sprig of cilantro
rave along in a
nonsolid plastic crate
and famous creeds
easing like rock solid sugar mills
that look best with a fish
in the text.These archways are for the filmy white paper
which pats the heads of Gilbert and George
like islands
and smears all black-crowned night herons
with long hair back over her shoulders.The zest of her garden
in the middle of the alphabet.seed text: Non, by Ron Silliman
art by meetzoobeeshe




