screens
iris
screams
ivy maroon
wrists
ringing the blood out of the
ears, and then the nose
the bled
the cure, bleeding through
"got your eye on..."
"on the ball"
the pupil = the ball
its spinning axis, easy on the eyes at a 360 of
degree
the lines
the lids of the container containing brow bronx
and failing lungs
the shed, storage of all the heavy feel
'object is... WE OBJECT'
