The melon hides
the head in
wood. So What

is just
a faded
Should.

The new hot
thing in towns
wrecked by

holes. A pleasure what
the blood got out. What

did you think, drink at stars,
a flagging house, a hoarse and
guided starve, a stab. A vine,

o vine, you most
certainly are not.


Today's reading: Robert Creeley's Words.