notes from life under bell (vi)
a lawnmower starts then dies then is pushed by a noisemaker past fog’s dark church. an unprepared prophet drinks the milk meant for baby eyesore. my sister loses most of her hair putting together a puzzle of her mouth. a bomb is dropped on a bomb.
kingsoftrain 
when they dropped that bomb on that other bomb
it was really the ego of William Burroughs
William was not related to Bob Dylan
or any other alto saxophonist
self-aggrandizing gunpowder
was found nude at the explosion site
literary aspirations were in the trees
like paper fruit—dry without taste
This is truly the best piece of poetic writing I’ve ever read.
A friend of a friend recommend me to visit your page. However, I feel that with this comment, you won’t reply back. Just wanted to say, you are the real thing in writing.
You and I, are quite the same in writing crazy experimental poems.
Stop by my page and see for yourself. :) Hope to hear from you soon.
people look all the time but rarely say what they see. thanks for the comment. makes a day.
Will, I see exactly what I want to see. You are a hell of a talent and your writing of experimentation and surrealism says everything to me.
I’ll continue to read more and comment and you can return the favor by stopping by my page and read my work. You’ll be blown away. :) I promise.
As I read , the meaning got deeper and deeper.