Fair to Middlin'

<p class=ql-align-justify><strong><em>Fair To Middlin' </em>Cut Up Prose Poem</strong></p><p class=ql-align-justify><strong>This moment look around surrounded   taking notice   eggs over easy eat one throw one light from long ago where I need to go talk about it: how odd to snuck a duck   it's more than looking   dark plume nebula river air bubble ripples   Highway 51 ain't nothing being measured in my dreams behind me walls   that's how the fox ran  I notice gloomy front room curtains   just write  descending quality dusk blue sky TV muted   has he heard me? Stop. When to quit   surprised she says   the milky way waking up three green leaves   what we say   what I need   what are you doing   where would I go I saw Mark Anthony backwards and full all true alone   in a bit   soul problem   who's there   screamed whatever matters deranged easy blended calling up not ever stopping ain't that something   still nothing on a bridge   the fella says the sky   everything is unusual   evade evade things   she's nervous   evergreen magnolia silent the mood being there exploded   wet Sunday he's the sun made clouds massed   who cares  I could be not yet done finely wrought tooth and claw a purple moor on show   mind wide open powerful   them cows lowing heard alone across the sky wild imagining the center true cheeky   a fiddle low and sweet   space girl imagining a treeline horns blowing please be kind all this life long.</strong></p>