Spencer Selby

 

 

BENEDICT ARM

 

It falls now like others before me
as living proof of no return

Take note and tell the grave people
to smell the ground getting cold

How hard could it be?
The most natural thing in the world

shall open and receive
those who are not grateful

To suffer what can only be described
by someone else

Cross the main field and leave
this picture where you found it

at the end of an improvised story
at the start of an old time song

 

 

 

OAOVELRD

 

Like bacrnh cntoenncig pletnas in dilay lfie, teid of brids miinagrtg, ocnaes of fish rnineutrg, with six trliloin roeintcas eervy soencd to mtoinor the mnmeoevt of satrs, play tmrpuet wuthoit kniwnog how, snig a snog to riase asanwrees diunrg a nhgit of ftiufl slepe. At smoe pinot ehvnriteyg is sneseudpd in a sttae of flororn bliss. Scturk by awe beonyd the egde of scape/tiem crvnuig bcak wthiin iltesf, dasknres raelesed wapones to eforcne rsneoas for bineg aivle. Spsuect on taht day claeld to tiral of ililousn. Bvehioar ridledd with gliut taht sakeps of eegrny and iiooafrtmnn in a ciuuors vien. Waev and prtcilae, cell and muoellce, ssameles miratx, msisave ctuuoinnm of secucss and falriue, watleh and peovrty, lkeocd in a sutrlgge for atoitnetn taht is aslo snrdureer to a lost or hddein lvoe.