Fragment 27
Fragment 27
Fragments: the cast-offs left over from my Babelfishing process often make peculiar little poems unto themselves.
Fragment 27
Come tomorrow,
majority.
Private café wins.
Is it OK?
Frozen cream.
Hawthorn.
Private.
Private love.
Hey, hey, he said.
Forever.
Choose life and challenge
the home of the sea home.
Hey, hey, he said.
He said: male son. Male.
Sleeping.
Hey.
.
Fragments: the cast-offs left over from my Babelfishing process often make peculiar little poems unto themselves.
Fragment 27
Come tomorrow,
majority.
Private café wins.
Is it OK?
Frozen cream.
Hawthorn.
Private.
Private love.
Hey, hey, he said.
Forever.
Choose life and challenge
the home of the sea home.
Hey, hey, he said.
He said: male son. Male.
Sleeping.
Hey.
.