Foolish men building their houses. Hammer and saw the wood. Hammer the noun, hammer the verb. Pounding a woman. The flesh sound, siren’s call. Hungry man dinner don’t last long. Search for the ilk. Clothes been tardy to laundry. Closet’s awake. Inside’s a box, a box’s full of me. Tired of hundreds I don’t really know. One size FEEDS ALL.
“Would you kill for a beer?” on my wall. Plans to drink beer. Plans to miss.
Fragmented sentences. Katydid vagueries. Either too many words or in a strange order. Bury my book in the marsh. Sit by my book by my lake.