This is a draft of a chapbook I wrote on the train to Tom Thumb XXII


onetwothreespin

shed wine
bled wine
sigh
do it
again but
times ten
oh no


earthspin

forms

here again
for
morning

clock

ticks
and flees

eleven

no fires
can
no seas
can
c
law
c
raw
l
s
pin


formspin

no gold
no goal

fuck,
wrists,
back,
vary

three pounds of
spin

7,618,046,423 pounds of
spin

black lotus
blue blood

no bad
no rules


nospin

knot
fine
sea
waiver
drip
clear
vary hard
except someone else to be joining you
i dream of,
i dream of,
spin


dreamspin

night
uhm
mare
again

hello
hello
hello

bad

this isnt
my field
i couldnt be


fieldspin

held
small
fine

leg
neck
huh

i’m a little
quiet today

grass grass
pop pop
eight
cake
2007

this isnt
vary
cold

earth
fur
even

last
last
last

dye