Poem for CAPTCHA no one sings until the sun fish scales roland rolando, king of this long number, will grind your nubile bones to hit a hock in the pillow talks to dust. the dust from the field thumps on its bones too the day’s lesson on a cross-section of the tightrope she selects all tiles with traffic lights rolando up a magpie with a fitbit princely as wood smoke makes a move on the pope no crew is lost in transit rolando dim dead salmon on a puddle presses on for crowd work can work from everywhere have fun and manifest a soul for martha stewart told you we’d give back a taste like iron pickled in red tape come in closer and kiss my hands i’ll have tom donahue eskimo kiss your feet / finally paint that cigarette burn
Soft Launch
This is track 13 from Soft Launch, 22 poems based on 22 music tracks each based on 22 loops of a single sample.