from Diphasic Rumors


10


5.6 told her it was a bad idea. This & then.
On the sofa. On the island of Abu Latt
a resurrection was taking place. An event
for the vast deserts. Air compressors
were brought ashore. 5.6 had lost minus.
Topography was difficult. 5.6 could not,
conceivably, cut a path through the barbarous
mountain. On deck 5.6 drank coffee
with 4.9. A stone tower manifold
sprang up between 5.5. The pug was forgone.




12


4.8 in dragonfly dresses. Cornered
at the mouth of the reef. Sardinellas waxed us.
The lips of harlots painted 4.9.
5.1 can imagine a somnambulist's nightmare.
The telephone call to 5.2. The scratchy
synthetic comforter. Yet, no magnanimity
in this typhoon cum ignoring. Solemn beaches
short meters away. There 4.8 wiggling
around like some optical fissure.
Sands tripping the hot fleet of lances.




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Off right. The circus became 5.9 playground.
One place ten states big gave onto
a reminiscing corniche. Boomboxes
were hauled to the platform. There 4.8
wept thunder while 4.7 eyed the dorsal
miscarriage. Had all pleasure not drained
from 5.9 roving pipe 5.6 may, though doubtfully,
have escaped the drowning esophagus.
Good day 4.5. 5.6 broke for espresso
& pandering policies. Only 5.4 could attain such nostalgia.





Jon Leon is the author of BOXD TRANSISTOR, forthcoming from Whole Coconut. He lives in Atlanta Georgia and is editor at Wherever We Put Our Hats.





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