Wednesday, July 29, 2009

Epoxy Ruin

Now affairs.

Play them bipolar at 27. At 18. At 34.
Porn, play Beautiful.
Play the Green Lake. Asleep.
Oz it beautifully. Oust time.





The Lake mimicking though inhabited signs
it feels the humans passing through it.

Lake bright. Silence
comes on a horrible menu surface.





Bright liar. Light

mating surface.











Forests and their narrative sneaks.

Operas more lovely

than weird advice


plants give other plants.

2 comments:

KLBK said...

I think I just found you through coconut poetry, and then Wikipedia. Very cool.

William Keckler said...

Thanks and thank you for finding me lol.

I found a coconut that washed up on a beach in New Jersey once.

Til the end of my days I will wonder if it was a "real coconut."

Like from Tahiti.

Glamorous as what's his name ruining himself.

Or just a New Jersey coconut somebody didn't want.

Why should it matter?

But it does.