WE TRAVEL LIKE OTHER PEOPLE, BUT WE RETURN TO NOWHERE
    --one-way ticket to Saturn

Forward please, emptiness.

The sound of weeping emanates from the 500 MG BASE like medieval trumpet flowers.

I polish these at a day job

You will not find it here, but in despised poems.

It is difficult to get the news from poems.

And terrifying.

Just go where directions take you.

Pierre Joris is a girl stepped onto the lawn to catch a bird.

He is not permitted to eat at the East Square Medical Plaza.

Another plane!