REACHED Z
Alone & booked, could
The angeltry better its
Fist, which, w/o spoil
Ing yr corn, cuts cross
House filaments-wide
Humidity? Two peaches I
Tossed your rot-king to
Day. I know but 1 word
today. I might not say
it. Flies. What mess-
Aged the fruit. A phase
I have no beliefs; when
I walk, it is through
The floor. Is yours.
Alone & booked, could
The angeltry better its
Fist, which, w/o spoil
Ing yr corn, cuts cross
House filaments-wide
Humidity? Two peaches I
Tossed your rot-king to
Day. I know but 1 word
today. I might not say
it. Flies. What mess-
Aged the fruit. A phase
I have no beliefs; when
I walk, it is through
The floor. Is yours.
Poems by Sean Zhuraw, page 6