West ’til left of centre personified – naturally, downright fragrantly proceeds at being here, there, absolutely everywhere and by the guise of the crumpled up ol’ caravan ranks
Sits inside of his wanderlust mind, killing the tie of life oh so violently
This cracked and begotten television set which says everything it seems to see – visually
All undeniable penetration midst widescreen adultery – and to think, this is the writer who wrote the title Vernon God Little, carries with him this strikingly inattentive disposition, yet somehow finds all of the intricate detail
One. way. back. to. a. bolstered. reality.
This doctrinarian with fists for fingers