Steve TIMM
Twenty-eighth Chapter
Masking swanker virtues
Howl it’s nowing
this is your winter for ya
why the windows look back
take it up with invernal afraids
just then went epaulettic
and there went the vasionaries impursuit
all those youngs stooped up on stoops frays
whereoff the quadres dear depinted cleared to
even a jack’s wan
the times got no cygn
it’s just another cynic dangling a cyg
there is no new corner under no new sun son
dispalled I averted my shoulder
the time for diving came unfunded
Twenty-ninth Chapter
Ghost bucket
Font as ma
as maw
a new whisper in town
in tow
than damned
before the invention of borders
of brokers
it was my face too
they would rub coal along the together
knot for luck
a race of forders
of flatters
funny how it’s not a blizzard to be caught out alone in to die
where’re you for
what faint what
veined what
caught me the lyrical tremens and voted
Thirtieth Chapter
Trusts
To each one’s own oblivion
thus the extended collectivity
the cozy ditto voice
I will not calm down
or you or
patter ’n you’d think infinite act
when Hackatoe off-erupts
not just the premium
example endeth in death
shall allow the inside stutter
and into the copier the supraream
boy oh man oh god
it’s a good gad
and just looks ’s though the dropoff’s ultimate
is all that
absolves that
cheap democracy
a lien on all your houses
the fie-er connects iambs
here it’s the one missing whose job’s to keep the sunder
Thirty-first Chapter
Come it matters
It’s me I’m worried about against the tutti pastels
the stout front of directionist thrust
it’s a frail a swale a swell ’s well world everyone’s speaking of
un or not
like a gift or a rattle
did you want your now or later
it’s only a twist if you’d thought it through
they’re always doping us so
a passel a bunch just as soon draw blood or lots to
rows of shops catering to the codes of ’em
they bristle and bring
strange is how something’s or someone’s something’s stove in but it takes no agent
they say it’s not being and shouldn’t a fella throw one down
I clept ’em where they studded
said I’ll not X a box of any
and this is where I speak from
Thirty-second Chapter
Tempi
Death by ricochet
a mighty buttress is ours
the boneless fortune an instant can offer
the instant the instant that does so
anyway limping like a communiqué
the caresses the rifles used up
the lanterns in windowless window places
someone to come end all plurals
away the verbs
the way of reverb
where have all the studios gone
the researcher his grin
kids squatting over a platelet count
not knowing wantable what
across each scape the endless sharing of wind