Thursday, February 19, 2009

233. ABSTRACT #7

ABSTRACT #7
Pommes de terre.
Apples in the shape
of Mary's breasts.
The French have a word
for saying, a way of saying,
anything. 'Now we can cross the
border at the edge of the reservation.'
Apples in the shape of Mary's breasts.
Like the body of wood : balsa, pine,
maple, cherry, fir - a catalogue of the
forest's own take. Think less of what's
written then what's put between the lines.
The funnel at the bottom of the pool.
Looking at Palladio style.
Oxygen mask send-out.
Papal illusion.
Apples in the
shapes of
Mary's
brea
st
s.

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