I am is still here, the body’s purring could not be put off. (One dissipates the other.) And one sorority reviews egg whites in their spare, bubbly zeal to outpace an apparatus (not properly issued to commentary).
Wrong. Constantly wrong is correct once an hour if you’re a minute hand person. (Seriously? But what is identity.)
[...can’t stop it...through
language [going in] [out...] cheesy time lapses in which [animating backward] speech & narrative continuity become incrementally
transformed into deep structure affixing Old Norse phonemes to nonobserving verbs. ]
Now my head is cleared.

Still if we had grounds I’d subside higher up having you weed out caution.

I call this leaving you.
We’re trained in several logos and theologies; 
Hey it’s obvious as that degree you’re holding.  
Hands down.  
Sung language has a light vegan sexuality — 
Take a verse.  

We chew to 1 side, noted by 3rd parties  

Hanging out in their unusual white corridors  

Suggesting you’re still trembling from the  

Chew off .. just a short chopper ride  

From the bank and trade. It’s vegan  
With a so called mother gloss, 1st-  
Order phenomena pitted together as cognates  
Still coming to seed and adornment,  
Half-audible ricochets seeding us like a lawn. 
1: Ornament is content.

The yews know how to wear theirs, contracting buds to bury might in content with our bed in it — the last day we ate the world. Together and tender, flaming, increasing now
and then their memory subsided in time, turning dull and bright green.
63: Hours..drain..blood. Something came up.

As I am now, Max Planck fellows are running off with radical research incentives for a frontier in vanishing unboundedness: Organized treasures in a small package, tethered particle immolation. The dignity of boson appearances, confounding cruelty and love, alike, fed from memory. With little or no motive, the sky foregrounds their process styles, stealing them all always.
Full expression is ruinous ahead of patterned, glimmering haze surrounding the powerful, dating them; you know, the level of glamorous self regard goes high. If all we do is seduce and note conquests, we lose. We lose austere joys, cloud dogma, sculpture perpetrated out of wire in scentless comfort, winter is coming skies. Scentless discomfort, too. 


You’re a mess, honey.
                          — Touch of Evil

Something came up.

Little or no, nothing. There’s so small

an exchange to transact, no product, only

an exhibitionist’s subtopic within the power den,

to prove repeated effort protracts pleasure.
There’s a cloying aspect when able bodies gather to
phenotype, we have to polish the devices

we had called gateways where wealth is wed (by the dooryard)
to far correlates, aspect 2, inventing a new intelligence of largess.

The third part I guess is our resolve that comes in processing integuments,
weekly tea, investigative retailing..

Here’s our take on never getting back together. It’s another part
to tensive healing (a method) stitched to transparency (washes of shadow)
in compliance w/ odds off bets already placed... wherein
musical notes conflict w/ breakfast & rubbery clouds, a proverbial laugh:

Nobody totally killed it. Until you. The docents were untouched.

The estate repaired to is only offered in the ‘thereabouts’ pattern:

still, it’s not overrated, I whisper to you, falling myself for reincarnation roughing it ..oh,
wait we did this already..
54: You’re back!

Given the truth, we cave wantonly to your lovely sweet odor (fairer in our forgetfulness).
O wooed rose!

Before they show within you — and like you — perfumes far ahead were of dark matter, unmasking buds that distill a civilizing beauty added to summer’s space

Filling our eyes for show with unmeasured disassociation.
53: A substance note:
Shadow and imitation we know from illusion — 

Millions of nebulae. Curved and hollowed. 

You have some other part a
-s long as shade 
stays constantly out of shape
through spring. Everyone’s one counterfeit value a
-mounts so poorly vs your new beauty, a 
constant show and all 
art, strangely lent to us either way. 
62: A painting of sin beaten, confounding as I am now —

I can say we drained its blood willingly (nurture, nature, frantic leisure).
All my heart the fit was good. My age has traveled on, your every fortified part of spring
When I noticed my self-love at work under you to make your poise smoke
w/ the problem being.


Suspend suspension..

Our hesitance to go there is weather related warmth riding in and a similar improvised sauna of fog out, darkness offshore the day before.
The atmosphere wheezes common sense. We can’t bang it out though its pace is emboldening dreams.

What hinges out?
Hop in, I’m a musician.
I have aged for you. You may have noticed I’m on the side of folding in meaning that has no purpose, just sheer falsetto.

You want in? Try eye accessing cues, carve out what rafter was last seen strapped at the top. A name for emphasis might be imagined.

A serious pronominal.
There’s a discontinuous method to share.
There is an automated palletizer of bread
With industrial KUKA robots in a bakery
In Germany where groove is so a verb.

An odd relay plants these thoughts.

We don’t do pinpricks, I’m told. I did my research.
Since I’m not adding bespoke grammar to anguish,
This would be a special offer, today only.
Anyway, I retract my falsehoods.
Sonnet 26: A life is charged by the menu. A duty so great
Occasionally you sleep, given immunity, I hope.
My thought is tottered, all naked.

Dear you,

The fine knits are lacking for a generalist’s conceit, wanting words to show half a wit. I’m fairly clueless about vertically integrated brinkmanship. Conceits in that field are deliberately made up to look made up, to look as if we need a hand skipping dinner, combing through motions and whatsoever low pressure peeled back from almost getting our tenuous, jutting fingers into and under the interstate that brought you and me home.

I don’t think driving in the mind can be boasted of by moving points so good I’m not worried it gets easier.

I do love you till then.
Something came up. And what’s not mentioned expands underground.
This is unlikely as lightning gaining on fog. Lightning understands

it’s disassociated. Has nothing to transact, no product.

How is it fire some want to be? Up in sparks fog glows

and falls out with grey streaks that look glazed or remedial past

the exercise and expense of the seven seas.
This is a short study. Or it was. Youth is that impressionable.
Ultra blurry, anamorphic, bound movement sung by writing it down and it occurs in the latest form of repayment,

— you
weigh nothing in and get no credit, no
spectral, tiny swaggering to cash in.

As it comes to end, there’s a substitution agreement containing someone to look up to
                            and me in force, pulled on from inside.

— oh yeah, pulled awake more than once w/ a face, a filled out line. Or lines. Smiling lessons.
You contain only so much of me.
I live where you belong, she said.


In every country other than the U.S. confessions are taboo. Not here. The first person is like everyone else in lyrical society, boasting bragging rights for having interesting things to read, packs of old love notes, crayoned hearts and drunken smiley faces, pledging boundless love.

Of course the I-trope is... sticky. The Ivy trope acts as if it spent decades on self-gazing, an assembly of pulverized dots — big, jaunty dots that gather at will to darken world markets, ducking your punch and closing the distance.
Blackened windows:
We know we don’t know
Facts are a marketplace,
A rendezvous to encapsulate sleights of tongue.
I’ll have sherry Pepsi. And just the sardines.  
I’m sorry this happened. I was going to stay  
from the moment we set the stage squinting within representation,  
getting some miles in, taking them on board, putting them in mind  
of a menial photorealism. 
Come on, don’t let me down.
Someday all this will be yours. A few
City blocks that lean socialist, an oblique, neat,
Untapped atmosphere w/ corners of slovenly
Housekeeping and, worse, earnest alignment,
Reading strung out everywhere. Living
Chronologically simulates the senses; these new scents
Went in circles as tho undressing.. sidestepping
Into some prowess of floating rare, unquietly new
Dance: It’s a sorry concentrate: Until I went broke I was indebted.

I just can’t do enough.
Now an international scale opposes the light in my body. It’s scary-loud at first, yet there are comic possibilities as dreams seem to centralize.

I came to my senses separating to put up a lava tint. So what if I say prompts the assembly made of torn Gillette letters and small decimals?
As a rule any attempt to hold forth is off topic.

The sun shines larger. We rely,
really like your ideas. / O

It’s such nice work, any idea
with its schema proliferates —

I’m still not finished, you pay.
We call soliloquy theoretical
since there’s no one else speaking.
The idea she’s extended is not audible —
it’s just a backstory in a way
sulking inside schemata for rooms —
Websites lie. This a translation lesson. I’m elegant and round. I can’t snicker. You can though. ### I’m off the wall. So I turn blue when I cool up. I blast by myself when you leave for work. When you come home I produce a mental readout of how long it takes you to set the new temp, humidity tolerance and so. ### I can’t snicker I’m elegant and round with a mirror finish.


I see your inside voice, binary to binary autosuggestion.
When it gets dark it happens fast.

We wanted to go to

This point, stabilizing the office — over the ocean
W/out ‘water- or personal-contact.’
— you mentioned erring out

For tax purposes as accountants for love will suggest —
Kudos for some of the thanks!
Your iron determination being your own tax guy is magnetic.

I’m solving you for new parity
W/ the scum of the peninsula.
32: You’re reserved outdoors, Psyche, for his love
Exempts us from showing up to enchain, knife, subdue.. 
That’s before reaching heights of happier men.
Satie playing, giving away what we’re good at 
— gosh a population for tears forms in cozy brothels. 
A class struggle thinking it’s for real. 

The struggle, not the tears. 
20: Like voices and solitary genius in the workplace (seaside, e.g.) — amazing particles sleep it off in traffic, affecting hands up to the bridge lattice.
Inside nature’s face you’ll find warm things. All hues, charged, painted brilliant to the eye. Passion that’s stuffed-ish.

Antic intellectualism invades the host work. The work less false & the life, almost like master and mistress glimpsing it as it flew.
23: My agent is a penis. Imperfect
actor. Its shortcomings balloon in ‘harmony’ & w/ use

— where my epistemology scampers in transparent secrecy
in such abundance I weaken w/ fierce ideas to leverage your heart in the pluperfect.

My mien adheres to an expressed rule staying purposely
dull, entered into by going your way first. It’s

clear refinement where character offers libation,
supports your tantrums from underneath. I can step right in.
It would be a challenge to simplify winning as in a new car or suffering injury, 
Starving how?  
You’re at the door  
As I thought of you.  
Now a delay for  


Living somewhat left of Unitarian 
(Japanese cranes)  
it’s impossible to separate churning out understatement from the performance; both are adolescent in a good sense, pitch. So that’s how the cave and landscape felt. Next, a full database advanced by a minimalist method, burning out your swing meeting half-death in no way hapless, sensing no value contingent; partly insight, partly rot. 
It began as parallel ideas.
I was saying Harry Partch’s gadgets and impulse intersect
An immersive ocular apparatus, thumping
W/ the capacity to recognize infinite series
As a glow that’s cool and regular.
36: Let me confess I sign off on others’ labor —
A newspaper edition, documentary remnants, penetrable databases —

We occupy this clever, conceptual nook, curling up, thinking up ...
At times siding with the powerful seems deliberate as well as passive-aggressive, love’s public effect, blots of respect for labor.
I’m kidding. I’m staying sarcastic — unironically. Anxious pleasures bearing pleasurable anxiety, repeating ...
A nonreligion of men, a High Service
Sung along both coasts:

Our people are what makes us / great.
Love and heritage go down together.

The last nonpoem eases the dress code, a bolo tie display on 2 thru 8
For a race of giants (giants are made up pieces of one another in other names).

Love came up short for a few and drove them to forgery. And shatters.
The taking of whatever works to swat the hand that feeds them,

Sharpening endurance,
Risking focus.
This is my 1st stab at tantrics, 
boiling sanguine, sad going through her pinafore of latitudes, so  
Perfect, she doesn’t see we’re getting drawing from other traces  
and no matter. 


There’s audible glee not being perennially the other and oppressed;
the oppressed are what we avoid when we can be free

on the outside. A natural voice bouquet smolders
w/ the emancipatory normality of assumed dominance.

In better Prada, a louder voice distorting the status-quo on otherworldly streets:
“Where are we going?” This or that way. I guess
so. Not particularly.
Those who still insist on fighting state power, let alone directly taking it over, are immediately accused of being stuck in the ‘old paradigm’: the task today is to resist state power by withdrawing from its scope, subtracting oneself from it, creating new spaces outside its control.

— Savoj Žižek
Solitary dark
                          the air pushes..aside

— tilting your head with no untoward parts, transfixed silhouette
— the Demon Puff in his plumage / language.

I was hit in the face when he turned himself in.

I knew and now know I am unhappy and, like most everyone, not —

the boat’s cortex holding out ..
Sonnet 100:

We have tangibility subtracting song
— work converted to industry
with little or no honor in order. Worthless

But it adds up. That numbers spoil everywhere, times
We don’t have to see you,
get the job done. Surveyed

We forget that’s why esteemed actuaries went
unmoored. Affection is idly vicarious what’s what. Vicarious isn’t long
enough. Thinner, stouter merge within what accounts spent,
a despised lost cause like a belief system, if any, the survey said.
Dear October looking like June,
I went to your reading dreaming of cutting out. I thought I went outside
and cried. Happy nerves. I need a new sum of things, just remembered.

A heart shaken culinary distaste holding
my tongue on the verge of resisting you, thanks to notes of civet and benzoin.

In the right daylight, polygamy twitching inside a church, acquainted with women and men’s affairs —
“In each house a different white hall, adapted to sever the head
from the vines. That’s an odd thing
to say, are you in or out?

Another thing, I want all the pillars and vines shaken.
I’ll put it this way and be done.
I misfiled your core principles, went 
for higher ones in baroque-neurotic sleep. 

Any higher, they’re not talking ..
(there’s tighter discipline) 

Highly apéritif, 
morally camouflaged cold indirection 

But our metabolism really took off, along 
with raw emotions from a huge manuscript 
I’m freezing, since 

It’s none of the above. 
Naval voices wake me up. 
It’s too embarrassing 

pulsing in a deep mirror, 
light rain to snow performing butoh. 

(Ethical and mammalian boundaries pertain.) 


2)  Here’s a proposition. Start over. Compelling work toasts knowledge construction — in plain speak — as well as finds, explains & reforms infinitesimal times-spaces. Your optimism is required (a) to keep everything open for reform; (b) to understand we are beginning our work, always. 

Read Ashbery from the back forward: Defense owns — there seem — accents — these:
reticence such on put days, our
moving and light, puzzling in place
of morning winter smiles .. a chorus

Emerges which on canvas ..
noises w/ filled already silence ..

101: It gave me hiccups when our best senses re-cooled — mindful silence long overdue.
The senses I reference are in primary season.

And I’m back teaching, reading and lifting texts, you in the foreground with outlived memories. (The conductor knows everything because he needs nothing.)

We grabbed the narrator (we couldn’t rule him out), staying blithe in the twin columns.
I can talk to your teachers. I can reason with them.
I can’t reason with you. I can’t even talk to you. Why?
Literally nothing is granted, nowhere, no why, no how.
There’s another centerpiece to explain how flowers are cut as progressions. 

Iconoclasts count them in a series, along with any allure of falling cornices. 

They did (in plurals). 

Now months later, it’s good news 
Since you wait for new word, not empower others. 

Everything belongs hiding in plain sight, on the ground, no hinge, 
Ornamental to a point ...a voice of suspicion, hisses. 
Two decades earlier I loved your mother and father.

I digress: I’ve got your back that’s looking deep and allowing, pleasant.
Parable: It’s nice to be interrupted thrice.


Our last owner had an understanding with multiple staff. 
His happiness washes up in our candy bar and cudgel DNA.  
O we celebrated, beaten but breathing in what’s next.  
We have a most advanced gene distribution system.  
Try to look better. 
Flames stink up the place. Hay on fire. Let’s dump all this way in the rearview where we can’t see. We will be leaving footholds in town, doubles of blurs in dizzy luxury, punching thru colorless straw and spheres in embers.

Hay savors just punishment! — regulatory propriety could care less, looking to nominal trivia — exactly what we recoil from, summoning logical defenses to explain a Hail Mary pass and your first entertaining containment.
31: You remind me of lovers gone. A morning crew, weathermen
Waving arms over their heads in all naked patterns —
This is their 1st stab at tantrics, due of many now.
They merit love trophies — now yours alone,

Tears hiding in view of you, in you
Disguised as glare removed from coastal space.
Playing hockey, any one team can lose
Yet we always won, until Vietnam, fair, square, smoking. 
Cupid’s appeal? Head-on appeal is stark 
for pacifist taste. Here, that’s speaking practically 
just as shoulders tilt 
half a second, the long answer’s in his moves hanging around the goal
you can scream, open and enjoy. 

I don’t know. Yes. Details collect. It’s a mad softness where 
we’re going over one part, step after Santa Claus step 
as mating instruction and human rights. 
Ly random swagger for the catch) 
(Trained} staff encourage sampling  
Coerced by the life of the owner’s party speaking. 


Cupid is a hired gun who goes anywhere. Cupid’s id? It’s a violent,
smoking culture so we need straight talk.

It’s a gay culture so we need that. We’ve been up
for two centuries fighting overseas.
Head-on war is a mistake (Diane di Prima).
For all appearances nothing lurid was due at signing. Default 
Swaps in reconnaissance at the barricades live — 
You appear ok. Lie. This was about something else. Love,  
Never weep with your pant legs up, banker,  
Since footwear permeates antinomy, buried love  
Finally & meantime — your new agent’s housewarming runs on   
(blanched) curtains along w/ sliders showing movement hidden in you inside —   
Trolls at the barricades have been taking icky notes as the weather cooperates,   
Where reputations precede character, tact of apprehension remains.   
Who will advocate for peace to empower mergers & exchange?   
For example. 
154: During the break we reached an agreement,
so the ham’s anger has hatched.. while his endurance and ours
enable the passing tourney (tense Fu owners)
to nuance emotions for the 3-in-1 innocents to proceed.

Heart asleep, little love, I remember looking up at you, at —
ahem — feeling an urgency in ideas taking heat. Women, men:
Legions warmed living in a debt growing city state. Maximum restraint
= get it done and so don’t talk to me.

Pumped with mandatory inflows of feel-
oops, they’re metering to block counterfeiters’
hen of steam: From which, from art of algorithms, all
Personnel will have to be shifted or fired,
coming to work anyway, achieving a remedy, seemly
bliss of the non-willed state, enlightened but as it is, lacking need or goodwill.
On a highway, gentle police lights
— Luxury vans flow in aid. Further uphill
Hauling “rays of light that seethe patently” — Stolen beauty ...and he gives!
He can afford it.

A ray’s lip, your lip, curls in his record performance /
Your opinion or position counts, a worthy argument
Made easier — you take the wheel,
Officer. I’ll hand it to you & have your way —

Then thank him —
There’s due process replicating our facial
Comfort in raw push-pulls ..

Touching on other behavior in a wily, rough
Translation .. (desultorily sexual) to read on, reread
Brutality extending just to your cheek by jowl for the nth call;
More intuition — “rhymed” with your near-virginity beneath disappearing into

What’s my business? Aperture systems led me to holding Volatility models from tv, vocalism in a sense. Hidden risks shift weight (merge accounts request). CVS photo counter. I know him, he knows me, I admire him, he back. Instructions are errands; I’m my own boss.
Collaborating on 1’s entrance essay: 1 firmly believes 1 can do this. The question is the same.

Nothing went wrong?

Part 2: Question losses, excesses.*

*The answer is the same. Next, we did our homework, which was study more for a spelling bee.