R/ckets and S/ntries

belong in the entry of ritual until the long bones rot over again. they rot over the standard dispatch and until the nearest word settles onto proceess. steer alone into the victory of night time, elusve fiddling with the switch, trenchant bits of dropping off. stop by the world wayside, including even the names, and live up to romance. the string in which we curl up starts to include a myriad sampling. all the words congest into a fictive statement and then. these are the notes, teasing thru the ebulliance. did you win or lose as you took account?

rocket of last century told us all the new. the beat of sending let us down. we tried a ripple on the nearest wave, in time to sentries falling over. we listened with a rich and pond, filing names across the border. the differences merged on knowing squirm, until the details let the process down. down was our horizon, as we stuck to the guns we stuck.

sense music as a poem from a cow town. bring terrible over the hill, past the election committee, and see it as a trust. refer to the element of surprise. ditch the processed cheese. vie with other aliens in this caboodle. shoot the breeze.