the destroyer > text > Brian Foley
GOING ATTRACTIONS
Plenty of hear tonight to not mention,
so why audience out my mouth,
onward,
just to say hi survivor,
before offing the other survivor, who also
somewhat matters
I discount falseness between fingers,
cold stalks fallen blank in overwhelming lost,
taken away by mistake,
a little find, breaking care
hard to break,
a silver ball bearing
rattle in a can is a peace not unheard of,
a thief so bell,
but almost nothing its only witness,
we see we are to be precise,
sandwiches,
consumed kinds of unrule,
signature jelly, washed over
rides of joy,
a toyed with ratio in
the face of at attention,
quiet unlike catastrophe
cannot be added to shopping cart,
you will be reinstated as a lost opportunity
to body shaped edits, unarmed by little by little,
in general, a fact has its own apology,
at odds with error, rinsed apart from harm,
in this feel we sequel
without turning louder,
our bugs in plumage
never getting said,
the exhale ahead of time,
to say zoo
as if something’s escaped,
I male up to make
one of those little militaries,
my soft body
like trees not barking,
the instant I’m unsure
beauty is elsewhere,
I intercom,
just enough non blossom,
loitered in blitz
the general direction
of everything I’m dark at,
the sea moved out, leaving
the fish, who forgot
to follow this
first breathless in history,
to catch
lets a look on
but no crash,
what is there to aim at,
the likes of us,
from pictures that depict
not even having not fun
but nothing described to
don’t get me wrong,
punishment is not the place,
I don’t remember
how to visit,
I can afford
three or more doors
not knocked upon,
a limit is on
is a permission for,
never the same way twice,
it looks like rain only,
looks like