2 x Jack Kimball

Jacking

Jacking the volume
and then springing it back go off
what to listen for against divisible sleights.

This is webbing.

Bonds of yours.
Long-arm possessives.

If self-abasing is up, it's in a way that
doesn't show.  Lights still out, moods unsold.

They're roaring.

Recapture and whatnot are a distance, the
Whole contraction's told.

(That makes this ...yours?)

Click there it's fainting.

 Joan Hancock

I saw what you mean, erasure.
Soot's consensus product,
Its virtue so out to pasture
All smote from whiffs, ifs...

Today, don't you subject the fall, the cloud
Hills somewhere becoming re-enslaved?
That bete of her signature sends a
Disclaimer to their submission. It's really
Cold -- each virtue affixed rapture terror
And moisture communicate, flapping west.

That Piranesi's pace is useless
Is her draftsmen's assent.