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Jesse Crockett :: Series Petit Mal (2/2)



Petit Mal

She speaks to legions of amortized riot
cops. (Shut your mouth to be heard.)


Petit Mal

Jet vermeil muslin, arc of turtles, yen
yin, old woman crossing a thoroughfare.


Petit Mal

By and by all the princess would say
was heard by numerous annexed accretions.


Petit Mal

Take pictures for fun and profit.
Throw your guns in the flaccid air.


Petit Mal

We want something real from day one, God,
where day means eons of your light, one devil.


Petit Mal

Too bad you can resolve matters
that need your wan sensory input.


Petit Mal

You want to know the secret to being loved
for life, but all you hear is your firm tetanus.


Petit Mal

Quit wasping she appropriated, let yourself be...
You should have taken that sentiment to the casino.



Jesse Crockett is founder and co-editor of listenlight. He blogs at "school of quietude", found at http://denacht.blogspot.com.