November 14th - 5:57 a.m. 

The 	breast 
	reaches
	the 
			chin 
next to his	nose
He is a cinder neck
	in a wreath
the alarm clock 
destroys him

November 20th - 3:57 a.m.

The bowls of mixture 
		flicker
A twisty corner hose 
	fans
		an aggressive
coolant
	with import
An erected crane 
	in the rear breath 
of conservative lingerie
brace lateral
domes


November 26th - 2:15 p.m.

The water glare 
	by the standing 
	sunlight
assures anonymity

+ But the campaign 
	drinks little