UP TO HERE

Mumbling outside in the other vicinity of a pulled abdominal. Spelling mistakes, spelling errors and their over-corrections can prevent or cannot promote a sentence from finishing to finish with a shine that comes from showing up day after day as that shine lets other elements manage things into a smoother and duller feeding of the parts through the tracks hardening tracks of hardened people and animals parched after fainter and fainter reproductions can't make it out not a word for the life of a gastrotrich.  Not a word of it.  Maybe one or two but like that helps.  


Shouting filled with passion rage passionate rage followed by some response of a fruity nature a passion fruit ripe with rotting furry carpeting with invocations of the son of a bitch half-remembering lines from a sad stanza tanked full of wasted pursuits of lashes waving their indifference that came out to here where the stanza passing on its fainter reproduction as it passes its passing on underneath the wheels managing turning their turning keeping it all on the field and until they are ready for more heads to land in the laps of the spectators in the next row and their anticipatory airs can't wait to take their next row their next imbibing to embellish their anticipatory airs deadening the impact as breaths are taken away by the ever redirecting airbags.  Can't make it out not a word for the life of a gastrotrich.  Not a word of it.  Maybe one or two almost maybe two just maybe one if that but like that really makes it come out to anything.


Whispering in the alley over in the next neighborhood up close to the glass the glass of the window of the van blown out from the inside blown out towards another world separated by larger space debris if they'd just let him finish his question his suggestion of what he thinks it is so tired those wheels that keep turning their turning and not in the mood for his question separated by larger space debris if they'd just let him finish his question his suggestion dismissed into another room in another neighborhood emptied for the scurrying of little feet insect and little minds occupied to compare the heights they can clamber upon the mounds of what has made it up to here in the estimations of the irritated nerves separated by larger space debris just let her finish her question her suggestion of what she thinks it is so tired those wheels that keep turning their turning each turn separated by larger space debris if they'd just let her finish her question her observation of the bigger eyes that only come up to here on the chest of the spectators in the next row and their anticipatory airs can't wait to take their next row their next imbibing to embellish their anticipatory airs deadening the impact as breaths are taken away by the ever redirecting airbags.  Can't make it out not a word for the life of a gastrotrich.  Not a word of it.  Maybe one or two almost maybe two just maybe one if that but like that really makes it come out to anything.




- Max Stoltenberg