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1. to the first tattered photo / a fortune teller / would say / you shall be surrounded
Posted by: dk | 06/11/2009 at 08:29 AM
a caretaker's tweezers/his bakelite pen/ is it Tuesday yet/must be/ must be
Posted by: Elizabeth Terrazas | 06/11/2009 at 11:56 AM
everyday failure every day/wetmost
Posted by: Heidi B | 06/11/2009 at 02:57 PM
/wetmost indeed, my living room's syphilis
Posted by: tam | 06/11/2009 at 09:17 PM
golondrinas huillen/ el pasatiempo/se queja la mascara
a mirar/de mas?
Posted by: Elizabeth Terrazas | 06/12/2009 at 05:12 PM
45. si mas / i would see it kept still / in a lovely urn / and would speak to it / as if it were more / as if it could be the world
Posted by: dk | 06/13/2009 at 01:03 PM
This image of Andres cabinet of curiosites is for the fortune teller like reding tea leaves,
tracking the path of a fly in a jar, reding the stars, only minus the beating heart,
misting eye the alma of the collector grapes inside
Posted by: V.E. Grenier | 06/15/2009 at 10:30 AM
urn, spear, arm / collection of detached / orbits
boomerang/ come back / come back /come back
42. wings under glass
Posted by: dk | 06/18/2009 at 08:05 AM