Editors’ Note

done computing.4

I hear the dead unbolt or the heat get kicked

outside:
the warped wool field

convinced you muscled your way out of the simulation
only to glitch down on one knee

inside: 
something in my field moves out into the periphery

no doubt a hunk of meat with something to cover it

we all see the landscape

are we ready for the bar

a cocktail looks good in one hand

its lack of girth and

letting in 1,000 flesh sheep though I’ve digital tillage:

an open can of seltzer lulls me to dream

warm

warped drift

wood crimsoning this ass

what of this 

sober version 
what does she

have to smoke

hell bent on dining on mescaline   

cream of viper cheesecake

dirt bikes sanding out

the background:
the show and tell

fondling with crystal ball

wouldn’t it be something if it were left to survive

the psychic mass excites

quakes in my lap

and laughs
back to sleep

I see there

there are loves between these little things

the moon is obviously

an omen

and mobile to a certain extent

it’s a full one
and it’s 

it’s about to talk:

- The Editors