![]() | ![]() Andrea Werblin I Have Gone To Seek A Wife This checklisting in the Beauty Bar, untonic-ed, untwined, by Squawker-Boy with elusive rainbow patch, Lucky Plane Man in moody-issue boots, these Lucite, deft, stick-and-move breathers, thinking it's okay to hover are really young generals besting us with perpetual ask and rocketry, staving off views of tiger-gripped sunsets, bowls of clear soup in the clear lake of evening, which itself is a vague alarm of harp walking forward-- --all done in search of a sitcommed girl, the kind most unlikely to flag or disable, so that seconds after minking her one can leave relatively unharmed, disguised as a jug of purple flowers repeating, as the lonely ingrate at her neck, as the indiscernible tug of her windowside petunia, for water. Andrea Werblin Index |