Tuesday, July 28, 2015

Cliché inflects neckline flasks.

There’s an essay to forget this mess when we mask how often Prokofiev is mentioned,
disproportionate to the vacant bits transcending that of meaning itself.


All these personnel to be shifted or fired but keep their jobs somehow,
achieving an overweight bliss of the non-willed state, an enlightened
legality inside streamlined minds.

Monday, July 27, 2015

There are a 100 butterflies in what’s wrong watching even one

                    or two spin like mediums, happy in the dirt, re-engineering their variety and persistence.

We build something better.

One can feel it drinking coffee from a can, its sticky metal heat, fun, seething too, proportionate to the open space.

The smoke is rubbed, worn and you’re mortified with ozone.

The whole firebox glow yellow wallpaper engages on.

The collapse of saying it better is.. no, the aim changed, functions bounce.

Saturday, July 25, 2015

For AW and JY

An idea dawns as I back ‘into’ the salon. It’s a salon poem! exquisite, uninviting, keeps its distance, so what?

A tai chi student crosses Walnut. Compare Dana’s silhouette to one of anyone who won’t study. The arts administrator, director, a politician acquires a verbal correspondence to her, an equivalence inside a process repertoire.

Falsehood is an actuarial stat, one more subjective state, a quality of the frieze, not an elevation or height.

This is a dance question. Fibber Perseus v radiation (Dana, his mom). Which are ya?

In one sketch you can see big futures ahead, mouthpieces to the salon [O flat major] rolled ‘into’ burbles, ‘into’ spools of Walnut pedestrians sweating lead colors.

Thursday, July 23, 2015

Slumped over in gaffs, so

many without pulse, how did one stand tall, pause

then brush his hair back? Men

like him looking up like flight risks; say

“Exactly,” in that miracle voice?

A faint breeze on zoom as you slip

your phone in his pocket — How against

containers hanging along the bow all fonts
are justified by defacing matter —
1/2 linguistics, 1/2 I’m sick of nice things. Whiskey.

Wednesday, July 22, 2015

Tuesday, July 21, 2015

East Cambridge has its rhythms
on occasion.

The sun, which is divinely authentic, is too direct, preferring disorder
beside a confection of labs

..getting off the T — Is it memory or in fear
the new governor becomes a hypothetical of passivity
putting you first, smaller democrat than the original?

Aggressive governance heals more, less
if citizens get to pay for things,

Float a memo, commuting like Derek Blurs.

Steering is good, Borodin on HRB, home town
wellbeing in windows : there’s a legacy voiceover.

The sko-ah is persuasive

Monday, July 20, 2015

Adorno says plain speech is fair game starting over (in the middle) but its put
doesn’t count. (It’s always been technical.)

Surely there’s no foundering beneath the social parasail of violence.
Rules commit us.

This emphasis does not belong in the verbatim over

-supply. That is, which lexicon will be appointed most enabling. Ellipses

Point the way out & will continue — how we express ideas, simple or not.

Big, multiple ideas are broken down or up..

constituent, subordinated data emerge, important as big data, simple & not.

The simpler the better. Bad poetry yes, scansion none the less.

That leaves too much for a traffic stop.

We face 10-to-life thickets of cloud & southerly winds taking
it to other investors who might stay offended,

the next step in the training.

Friday, July 17, 2015

Thursday, July 16, 2015

Involuntary ideas of thin dots and stripes, that’s a guess.

For Christ’s sake I saw you in a documentary.

I saw your name written on walls

(sons), foam under rush-formatted steam

disappearing like figure / ground battalions,

pretexts (w/ no sound) — more

appreciable fear a cappella —

There’s product on the loose in good tailoring,

faintly reeling w/ descents into moaning
nonentities.. the Ralph Vaughan Williamses..

Wednesday, July 15, 2015