LANCE PHILLIPS
MAP
tongue's J under them then along them
that was a rabbit this where its forepaw was
velvety
all dispositions or behaviors the reading "skin" as "skin"
her willing us up from our sides to her back Tree
Knuckle over orifice/Trust/Tunnel spider
being slipped out and over the extension the hairs
it
Having it pushed in over muscle ridge under the intestines
but the tree the garage
be the tree the garage
Gall wasp being mastery of a technique
the two from one
smoothed up and over then down until her finger is white
CONFIGURE/"red&skinny"
blindly a mythological description the apples the rule the same
the water beads its skin
glass lizard/Pits
how do I know how to obey the rule
like a piston
to
sure disappointment there's tomorrow Black&yellow agriope
a same thing/ a different thing you Gold
Arm carried from mons pubis to touching ear Io
I can't think of a way of continuing which is not sexually charged.
Loll/beetle it is not even something/thistledown inside and below
its purplered leaves
She has arms under hands over his legs
a moist gas I am thinking of EXCEPT/EXPECT shine brownred on lip
not an incorporeal process/clitoris/he left the shed where the work
/make that what is that pink stuff come out of their fingers
raise mole just below navel/Public sphere/we are belowabove
peoples at the antipodes
shine red here her body in people
The false in the problem itself/pinky at angle over thigh from the rest
it was her producing now desire/notices Great day
Look at the word "to think" as a tool
leapt up a prominence from its outer surface a tongue
Themselves
forgetting Tree Put/taken into both orifices at once
Leftleg over ear right over right How so many things
a number doctores angelici always one less
himself a grass hopper Blueberries and strawberries from his head
Image making vs. assembly
Urine stream broken into elbows and knees
its legs at 180 degrees as a bird
corpus and socius A hole right into the lungs
up around the oaks lambs white over nipple as if a ray cam
out from me
Is it where apples come from
intonation
cloudclutch governance
hairs announcing an opening smaller the demolishing a building
in the compound
his work with dichotomy Is it a prison
telephone
those black motes are birds somewhere
at the other on the other
she spit into the hairs a moistwarm towel reinstates their bodies
The tree has not changed my way of thinking is voyeuristic