The Alan Sondheim Mail Archive


the weather's


the weather's hurricane, tornado, blizzard, tsunami, monsoon, earthquake,
the asphalt was melting in the heat. there were tornado warnings and
tornados. at one point we ran down into the cellar; everything roared
eyes. i wonder i don't remember her and tornados, buildings toppled, buses
veering off wet cliffs down to the tornados and floods completly erasing
everything in ten thousand hours.

nikuko: tornado; you'd know furious avalanche, violence of the sand-vor-
tices, sand-tornados. jabes, on the approach, or that i will never see a
coyote again in the wild, or another tornado

         "tornado mouth of river blood tongue in ambulatory lands.
         to truth's blue-dark tornados of blood-blue dissolutions."

floods, hurricanes, tornados, droughts in the foreseeable future. a hurri-
cane or a tornado isn't a thing. one might call it a force of nature. i
was deranged when i thought like this. i forgot everything i knew about
the world.

nikuko: tornado; you'd know furious avalanche, violence of the eyes, no
wonder i don't remember her, buildings toppled, buses veering off wet
cliffs down to the down. what'd i tell you. you got tornado in me.

the worst depression plutonium. is this but twenty-three. vector tornado.
i, tornado. feed not and every me hurricane nuclear of i plutonium world

rotation.  in tornado. to no happen coffee whether tornado. fierce fierce
open open water water transforms transforms it will happen but when.
holocaust hurricane tornado. fierce open water tornado, blizzard, tsunami,
monsoon, earthquake, absent ocean soliton, however slight lived
minneapolis poor area asphalt heat tornado warnings tornados cellar roared
overhead slammed driver muttering himself wedding from those born of
tornados and floods

and out like deranged tornados hardened turned crystalline. my selenite
and tornados, buildings toppled, buses veering off wet cliffs down to the
         tornado mouth of river blood tongue in ambulatory lands

someone lost something but for a moment i thought it might have been you
or me

nothing i've lost, plutonium depression, weakness of deranged tornados

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