Paul McCormick


Paula Hangs a Ghost


give this love its document its syntax its colloquial abinitude across wiry straights prefix Magellan the withered cross abecedarian get up this way abecedarian get up this long this throne throng tong this febrile inundancy of tombs

hide me awhile love it can end any document like a glider noses ambrosia the towny shrouds of Dumont/Penn and while the heiress counts her longitudes make deft along the fade

this lore its denouement brick by longshore brick travesty of algal remains a collarbone worth the juggler’s dime the cloth of dark the going with new believe me centurion believe this haste of washed oath

conjugate pendant for a later time a saturation point beguiles the mime mine loses its voice mostly at night leaves turn of this I’m sure but keep track of how the ice machine is willing to define an unseen decade/drama

I’m willing to cursor clouds to your spot drag and drop these wispy colonnades prop any deviant belonging any special intrusion zoning the undersea’s bloom autumn’s verge

an angry man reaches his saturation point long before the full swing of color takes hold we stoop for them beech birch ironwood a sinewy blue few contemplate accounts for any aberrant dihedral floating overhead this gets back to Descartes

the Duchess chose a version of ambrosia prone above the summer shoal her flat-decked Garvey full of salt and rounding the point again and again

to dig graves wasn't true a point you must be thin to make but brown hair and gone complexion remain true a point you must be thin the most beautiful jewel-flowers and a rare wind mostly hearsay