October 24, 2025 #1

She waits for them

For four of them

Her slippers have the

Four for them to

See and they see

What they see and them

Do they see

Estranged and little

Too little to be estranged

To see they are estranged

To eat the slippers and be little

A common weed among them is still free to touch. Free to feel the breath on the chin, the chin on the breath. Weeds are common among the frayed. The fray is commonplace and estranged.

It was then

She was then

And with the weed

She had her place

Her place was she

The garden the place a

Golden feeling

With ropes

And tassels

She had her place

Placed to be estranged

Estranged and placed.

She sees and she saw

What she is seeing

Was sawed a common weed

A plaster seed her breasts her needs within this the the is buried beneath. A plaster seed steadily the steed is chiseled the marble face the marble face the the contributor. She was plastered to the seed in which she sees what she saw was sawed.

Orange fossils

Dirt blank faces

Hanging dirt faces

Faces in hanging dirt

Encrusted creases

Vaginal cavities encrusted

With dirt creases

Hanging of dirt feces

Fossils the faces of orange

Feces fossilized and womanly

She is the the and agony

Of whim vigor and apotheosis. Flatly despairing flatly ironing the iron bed and iron chain shackles iron school with floorboards of black iron. Ladies slipper’s are dapper and made of iron, to be iron is not to be but to be in being with luminous strategy to bear and to be forbeared. Ironing is a skill a trade and skill to be traded not for money but luxury and time and patience. She is still and she still is what she would still seem to be if she never seemed at all with a star and a string and face writhing in threes. Plenty for me and for the earth the worms are the earth you know oh how do they know the earth that in which they are.

Caution! a sewer

A well

Is a drain here?

It is here

Do not step

Do know your nuts

And don’t step

Do not

There is a well

It may be

A sewer drain

Or a well

But well it

Is there

And you should

Know to

Take heed

And caution

And take heads

With caution

Your neck

Jugularity

Is not common

Not like the weed

It pulses between

Deadly fingers

Fingers are death

To all death for all

Death is the tip

Of a finger

Opals no nothing

But the brush

Of jaundiced hands

She flowered

And she felt what she flowered

Between the inside of the the it was inside her and she felt alignment in alliteration. Welcome weary world for whence or for whom would it be wooden to wield your weapon against the world against weary woman?

She took her

Step and she stepped

On what she took

It went one way

And the other way

Too the other way

Is the one way shaken

Not stirred

But shaken

With aims

And desires for poverty

And crime

And derangement

Oh do be amazed

To be deranged

The wall is the whisper

And she is the wall

Her plaster her earrings

Her drywall mouth

Yawning at

Smoke holding her

Hair back

As if she were drunk

But she is not

Drunk she has

Not to drink

But to drink

She was drinking

And thinking

Of strings

The string her belly

Her thought

Her string her thread

Her want to start knitting

She did knit

And she knitted

She was still

The string in her belly

And her belly was

The string in her

And so she began to clean. She had to clean. The stars were clean so she had to clean. When she heard her wall the wall she heard she had to clean. And so she cleaned and so she swung from her string her dirt encrusted string. Vaginal centerfold the centrifuge holding a gun to its own head. Fire it says fire and be fire and so it fired and fire began to be and she was the fire and the string dangling from the dirt.