there’s people in places where snow lives

1,2,3,4,5,6,7,8,9,10,11,12
12,11,10,9,8,7,6,5,4,3,2,1
the ability to translate life into
art or sense,
the dog’s head is all swollen to one
side
H. Hesse is dead
there’s people in places where snow
lives
my love limps on one foot
and I feel that somehow
the barracuda is
damned
14-7786
wrong number
city lights telegraph nothing
I’ve my putty
knife.