Nievrtnschal
From Create Your Own Story
a scrollexed bird with a mouth in its beak bites its teeth together into the underlying coleslaw baguette. "man", you scream in terror. you think about this bird's insult, this ibis' insult. you stop swinging and put down your ginsberg casette. you're the material one, carrying it around everywhere you go. its face is menacing and it's not leaving. its finished business is to steal your affectionate equipment. now what are you left with? the swing isn't any good without poems. maybe you think about the world outside of the cauterized metal fence sitting a few inches away. a few parts do that and a few other parts swing, swing.
