The roaring of the lion, and the voice of the fierce lion, and the teeth of the young lions, are broken. (JOB 4:10) quiet night is working, working cold turkey the little hairs on my legs stand up straitless my body is a stole mime body am I quite apiece a conductors wand- body in- variably masculine …
Tag: Job
pre and post
berating the edges of uncertainty dirt ends of days flame each day clouds possessive thee dark pre dark post every oneday comes for night & on each object day star shining on
stereological instructure
I hair their rushing worn cold many threads forth borrowing dominoes & chunks ice against the lord diadem in hairs of light a-perishing ever without any regarding it stereological instructure
dis-
quiet night is working cold turkey working little hairs on my legs stand up straitless my body is a stole mime body is mana / am quite a piece a me my body conducts / wand- erous body am invariably masculine tissues waving aleatory ambigue my body strip of paper is see below is wait station dis is working a gassy rumblestrip body is …
hairs, chains, days
shut- tling btw the grass- y loom, the sky- black loom, hems pulled an all-night no-ends line up single file turnover, turnover
(4:10)
The roaring of the lion, and the voice of the fierce lion, and the teeth of the young lions, are broken. (4:10)
Like Moths
& Let um light (pointing) & Let the shadow belly of weather conflate there /many oaths long still forth we berate the edges of uncertainty halved to stair up his banister will The empire of arrangements Fill hymn The livings things put their shelves together Like moths Didn’t stint Any house has ramps up Lumps …
He Earth swallowallowed
Would Earth have him would shelves to put him Root roots to chains of days that would Would make him Leaves, chimes – ching change for a he beetles in a bag for, Lord he flicks for, rents his sinews route Is there any taste in the white of an egg? Surely surely surely surely …
And
row row God said My Job
job wigs
job drops toad clump kings him self w/snakes & ants reek & lizards shit in his beard hear ye my pleas / sings he ths whole whorl about well springs. Previous draft published in Dusie 8 in October of 2009.
He ho
now There was a day now There was a day now There was a day there the murmuring was leaves turned red & flat & rent he, his goat feet towed leaves each hair read err he said from walking up and down on it / ate ft / he said from going to and fro …
fivehundred fivehundred
“His substance also was seven thousand sheep, and three thousand camels, and five hundred yoke of oxen, and five hundred she asses, and a very great household; so that this man was the greatest of all the men of the east.”