Mark Ducharme

from The Envelope of Things

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Let’s say I am walking into the house with only funnelclouds & a few pieces of wood all around me.  [Meticulously] but spilled, columnar tubing.  Backfired, into the horizontal chalk.  Some dim scenery— but view’d the next thing, as if some horrible mistake.  You can mail me about it later, to render any doubts equable.  So this filmmaker— to get back to the story— says (& he was pissed about it too, like he should know something)....  Was telling me, gangly arenas of transformative mockery.  Shortwave lain at helterskelter noon.  Evidence of increasing lips we tag on clients.  Jade tremors of the earth at bunching.

 

Swelled, enamel gaze (case) knocked out by pennyroyal disuse furnace.  Lamaze fetishists compound the problem.  So say, for example, my people & your people get together & renumber all successive buildings.  Could be kinda zany (but that wasn’t supposed to come around ‘til the numbness deposed beach).  Gets rousted, on the supplanting loom.  Perhaps these words could serve as examples.  I too found combustible the plinth of quinine.  Read & initial if you already comply.  Under the furniture, off to the work site.  Three quarters will soon leave their current problem.  That should not concern you though, Eunice, because you’re unique.  This violence of experimentation the uniform rocketmaker doles on us.  Cut wide for easy leakage.  XXX, Freddy.  Yellow & red glass seem to be tremors for which they’re (misspelled) misapplied, reedy.  Zip me the answer, the word will soon bruise.

 

 

 

 

 

 

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At the hour, things were ground up, ready.  It was torture, but we couldn’t bear her performance.  Seized from cherished mousepad (deformity).  To deracinate the remaining wineries.  Evenings hushed, aberrent.  The implosion held no fear for Stanley.  Neither was he going to stand by & let this generous assessment go unchallenged.  In a few minutes, we’ll have her report.  What could possibly have been argued that was no longer true after the facts were tweaked.  You jerked, now fry.

 

Lengthwise, as seen from a vantage which the kiosks flattened.  A lull to coincide with home or office use.  But suddenly the pieces got indexed— mangled at that one picture....  Noun rhyming with egg— at which you could slightly tear away the picture.  Demographic shifts toward ornament & frenzy.  Rest assured, this culling plight.  The quilting was laid out to be mated but above it had no meaning.  Retraction housing vertebate.  There is no meat to the end-stopped salvage.  Whose numbers’ going up to where they turn.  User-friendly lietmotif, to the power of her prior rigors.  Wanders vivid, raintorn survey.  Spoils without blinking.  & The good news is, I can have that output to you in fifteen hours (barring cable x mating anomaly).  Take it on the chin like a suntan princess (yellow fever bearing discourse).  Zero torque empathy.

 

 

 

 

 

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Invasive like rain at a transparent clock.  Clothed in neutral, bluish skein.  Clack second amble, to vary or misprize the facilities.  As if drawn below form (underpaid).  We feel the sleight of lillies in the evasive (causative) thud.  Grouped flood at doting.  The generic results seemed too falsified to be aerially confused.  Dumb, obligated seedlings (hush).  Who sped by, passage of ignited music.  Jokes or filtering lanes.

 

Kafkaesque middleman upbraids final suit.  As if the inspector could reform a learnèd teething.  Spread among altos, where the trays were mangled.  Nailed phone to other.  Opaque, like the driven roses.

 

Flagrant, as if ponds were infected (crunch bright predicament solos).  Not quite as religious as quarries, okay?  Vacate bloodletting scenery formulae recast as genre spoon.  It was a tizzy, but she sounded it out (concatenation skippage).  Tactile, like bronze in a dust storm.  A usury of quickened dusk.  As if ritually, to disfigure fastpaced entrepreneurial village (hangover).  Why insist upon outmoded art in a culture where venture is food?  Aggressive xylophonist requires group situation.  You know I love you— yet the words fall cleanly from my lips.  To fly away from this team captivity, build new safehouses for the zestful.