Improv 1, Week 2

Early Maneuver, Closing Matters
--Eric Elshtain

In the next face you make a thought
out of near. You use language
to ignore collapsing. Our footprints
are the same in the fourth moment
of the gallop. Call family the same thing
in real time proper for moral concern.
Become the cinema of results. Disarticulate
the arm inflecting to the left
the gathered there. Title it Gerund
Somebody. Point the commotioon
last of which has not been screened;
only instants. Stints at the ready,
stories at the eyes away to the reason
to find another father for the man whose fingers
frame the air: he's a plastic sidewalk.
What he thought occurred, so we all sing
about meeting ourselves.
Wave. Open the hatch is a horizon to care for
without telescopes. We cannot shadow the look
addictable to origin. This scriptless
will be about subsidence. It will become
the centerpiece of a belief.
You have every reason-you're
making yourself in a reality unmaking.

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In the next face you make a thought
out of trumpets. You use language
to elevate end tables. Noses long
for teacups to sniff. Call me what
you will, but I will call myself melon.
our thumbnails only interact on a plane
of compulsion. Dub the snail as a distant
species that only partakes in smelting.
Birth a diamond, eat a mine, but only if
dirt walks. Paint a picture, call it:
Filing Nails and mount it in your parlor.
Extend not only to slippers, but to crutches,
which procreate in the winter months.
Flies at the track abhor the ready, set, go!
Ask your brother to find another dolphin
more your size, insist it come form Gibraltar,
so I can flog the creature accordingly. Flinch.
Cast glances in the minimal directions for
without eyeballs the night means alabaster.
I cannot collect you for all the scars caring
for their own smiles. Tatterless we comb
the text for that bit of yellow pulsing with glass.
It will become the caliber of music, a curtain
for split hairs. You fashion every reason out of lice
—you’d crawl slower if it wasn’t for the telegraph.