Issue 7, Winter/Spring 2009

SPASM, by Andrew Lundwall

bread-and-butter monsters these agents of o’clock are pool are faded --- some unplanned imagination computer-generated greenery dance of paramecia - thunder buoys tap in time confirm new windows advancing in chic fingerprints -- hothouse of information whose skeleton unlatched coloured tiptoe the daisy --- of this suffering wax-type triangle to formulae involuntary analysis hounding - dislocated as brittle as a metal focusing it hooks into this autograph of violin --- silently recall shard stations where all is bewitchment womb curds stall in invisible --- sister of a message of sunday pebbles that are shocked as if upright whose tops falcon --- surgeon is about the smokescreen this becoming stirs on the excitement of fried pen steam --- props of hemisphere and this palm of awake a flaming bean unto all knowledge which is more and more twitching --- squinting this spirit of indifferent sailboat this period could be uneasily crimson for the wars it wants --- the director floats when driving master frivolous in chases which welcomes the creep hen of renunciation --- spurt on the aye as bellies are surging at their rant-weary scarecrows --- symbols have scratched the creakhead of weight and promise as tones have feathered ---  in from glances imagine conduit to beg feeding the precaution so glad high-ceilinged bunnies