the carrier corpse of ancient talents, the animal attraction of corpses, a corpse from the wrong side of the meadow, locating the unfamiliar bodies, decapitation of the nonchalant kind, mice crammed into books, there is no obvious dead dog, charred or something crispy, blind eyes to a farmer’s field, zip cording the liquified bodies, a corpse at the open house,
the mummification of experiment,
corpse like a grain hung in space, body guard, volume and body, somebody says it takes a lot of sap to make maple syrup, somebody to complain, the contorting body brings birth and the offspring’s first meal,
anybody have my stuff?
the phone rings, it’s the devil with instructions to kill, shoot anyone who doesn’t keep his door locked, shoot the escapees, finding myself in the middle of another video shoot, nobody’s paying my royalties, shoot me, shoot objects and planes, leave big holes, shot in the hip and fleeing, shot with an unloaded gun, somebody to do a photo shoot, crazy for cheesecake calendars, invisible forces and a bullet’s path,
returning as an angel for everyone to see,
turns out we all died and returned as angels, the gaudiness of angels, first we can’t find the angel hair and then we do, the angel of sorts with an algorithm of sorts,
don’t connect the tracks, keep hovering, separate the carrion from the course,
