by John Olson

The world is a big round faucet. But what does it mean to appease the
flesh with scrapbooks?
         Do not quibble with a quill which sparkles with being.
         There are washers that give cleanliness to shirts with agitations of
water and soap. The scooter succeeds in its hardware. The pecan is
stretched into violet.
        Since kelp can verge on a map and a flaw can thaw a shoulder the
sand flaps the masts wobble and the surf slams into boardwalks.
         The knee is a mechanism of bumps legion with bone.
         Oil is a method for engines to clap opportunities into chickens.
         Vapor lacks arteries and so you must begin to glide by quiet
infringement. There is cheese in aversion and clamps in construction and
all the intrinsic gravel you can lift with a forehead. Flash a quandary if the
tariff is fat. I am not emptying words of meaning I am filling them with
sounds. If a trout refers to water and a mist refers to crimson it is because
these words have allowed your mind to become a reservoir.
         Imagine Amy Winehouse. Imagine a house of wine. Imagine Amy
Winehouse in a house of wine. Imagine a house of wine in Amy
Winehouse.
         Only the lonely are truly social. The rest are cuticles.