1.
There is a place in the sun. The sun has a place.
The is is in the place. Is the is in?
Is. And. Is. And. Is.
On the twenty ninth of October, two thousand and twelve at seven twenty-one pee em (or
thereabouts), a twee free jazz escalator began its descent — Squee free. Squee. Eeee. EEeeee.ee
EEEeeeEeeeEE.e E EEE eeE.EEEeeeee eeee.E.eayyyyyyyscalator to the Fort Totten platform.
Green Line ampersand Red Line. Read (feed) me a line. I red the line and it fed itself back. I fed
the line and it read itself back. I took the red line to Fed Tri-
angle. I fed a tricycle a line and led the Fed to bed.
Red line doesn't go to Federal Triangle, the undead said.
Read it again. Feed it again. Seed it again. Bleed it again. Deed is done.
2.
There is a place in the rain. The rain in France falls (almost entirely) on the tip of the Eiffel
Tower. Spanish rain comes at a faster pace. And a high price. There’s no pace like rain.
There’s no place like Toledo. There’s no home like pain.
The pace of a place forgets your two face
(s).
With two faces, there are always two ways to look at things.
One is that the price of grain is too high if you have cigarettes to buy.
The other is that riced cauliflower is playing games if it thinks it is going anywhere near my
mission style burrito.
3.
Yes and. And. And. And. The situation. Is. The situationists. The sisters ain’t this. The Sistine
chapel tis another sisters' sister's bliss. The situationists’ sister's sister's sister's bliss. This is this and this is the thesis: the thesis is: this sitch is stitched. The thesis is: this sister's sister's sutures stayed set. The set of sutures stitched in this sister stay salient. Salient suture thesis. Store a set in the stove. A set of sutured stones in the stove settle the sting of staying still. Stay still until thy will be done. Done in the sun. Stunned gun. Gunned sum. Some glum mum, son.
4.
He favored “certainty.” Flavored? Certainly. Certainly favored curtainry.
Maryland minority? Minor land merrity. Merrily made certain curtains, see.
Men on this earth birth zen girth. Terse mirth.
Openly evil conglomerates glom up net worth. Openings conjure Congressman Conyers’ verse.
Baby octopus clomps on us. Clumps on up. Opens us up to wavy nocturnal fuss.
Conjurer Conyers calls on us. Rises us up against conglomerpus.
Michigan men birth terse worth again.
Flavored? Certainly. Worthless curtainry!
Maryland men met on Metro rides. Rendered last rites.
Landed Mary her favored red train retro slide.
In the rain rent the runway.
Run a way rental mind game.
Metro men all sunshine and mainframes
[
less dissenter dispensers taming
underlined fine schemes
(
they ride Merry Christmasland cred to
Sarbanes Transit Center
where a sliver of spring
reminds lenders to fret more
)
].
Emo read it better when he rented its lines. Third try?
Red in the mind centers repented lore guy.