tOugh cOmputer tWo

oow
owo
woo

my tough computer
saying something
make s me laugh
sep t
sIo
it was exac TARNISHED ruff
now to think of
language
can never be understood not

not Naom chOmskY can
HELP

under the ode aardvark we
sprINg
spirit
like traffic fleeting thoughts were
once cloude in the consciousness
odd sky
literary heredity

oUr silent nap
BID silent mooN landinGs

BIG JAZZ HANDS
woo
owo
oow

one two three
my tough computer
my spirit
my tough computer
it seems so ruff
now to thin
k of language
as being
sET
SET SI

the leaves leed "cut the mustard"
4 yards
down road down road down road
you will see
you will see

monday tuesday Mecredi