Monday, September 15, 2014
We said nothing about your male whore sitting meditation, why?
His focus, cash on hand are immediate, overwhelming, no gloom,
Devisive & some. Hai. This may burn a little, two-star.
Two very different outcomes will equally square
What you hear with the apogee you are.
I stake my reputation on it, inscribing our illness, touting
you & kiss the air in your 1st mustache sense.
Self-barter, a potential volt in a then-this-is-now domain,
Lord hobo’s fat lips, wet. Brainy ellipses, & a big hand!
The future of the past was written as if the Northeast crawls
W/ shops like this, which are their symbolism weighing in (...vroom)
Based on trying to get to the gym, having an olive swelte
Protein shake, saying nothing about ..
Oh my god — I just remembered we can fly!
Posted by Jack Kimball at 9:29 AM
Friday, September 12, 2014
Wednesday, September 10, 2014
I despise my inabilities to be with you, my own undoing, John. Tomorrow will mete out facts to impel more comfortable indeterminacy — for now anxious telepaths, minus me, rush nimbus-wet in devotion to their next decimal of the property. This might be why we’ll read over the presentation, juggle a few heads
and let you know when.
Posted by Jack Kimball at 7:08 AM
Tuesday, September 09, 2014
You’re on your own
as our only bard put it, face
Boiling angry sad practiced together.
Not pretty but there in print,
A back to romance pile-up. Rhythms about envy, fugue-sonata
moods for all time rigged
To a full position in some truce or august matter;
autumns & springs mutating so much the dark must be
The opposite of Kristy needs a foot job. We
& why by dint
Of no one that stayed home,
She don’t know we’re looking.
That’s her native name
slowed down to furnish the pace.
Posted by Jack Kimball at 6:18 AM
Monday, September 08, 2014
Friday, September 05, 2014
The place was firmly democratized, sir. The beginning seemed and was a) (one more time) :
To let the park tell jokes & relay this is about an order of arrangement in Exemplary Monitoring and interpenetration among important parallel scenery et cetera running this.
It’s in the cloud.
b) To qualify what happens and delay what this is about I’m reading Jean Cocteau again and watching Butterfield 8.
Someone, not just Richard Howard, translates Cocteau, Unknown and betrayed, that is a poet's fate, the and italicized. To continue, There's another slant to male deadpan, social conditioning in both its range of intentionality (add agency) and its bi-lexical pragmatics. The schema is echoed by take-downs, targets stuffed with inflammables, straw men (physique / text), and clustered pellets (conditional biodata), whose immolation compels male gut pleasure. The instant sweet-tits take-down / &-out. You can’t have deadpan without it.
Granted, on a more personal note, I maintain a liberal, apolitical esthetic.
You too. Sorry, I have no other associations I’ll share. I was running through work everywhere. Took an order from Exemplary.
Posted by Jack Kimball at 6:08 AM
Wednesday, September 03, 2014
You’re really this tall? There is no wrong answer. Your voice feels transparent, too late to make it sparse.
Even your restraint is wishy-washy. You’re too qualified and thrifty to feel anything suspended — Mayday!
I told you I agree, Angel & Angelfish, enjoy your revisionist’s timeshare, afterlife to the future, unobstructed, puckered in ab exercise.
Posted by Jack Kimball at 7:11 AM
Friday, August 29, 2014
I came for the invoices.
Ever notice? No one lives in that town.
Half-vegetarian, self-colliding fog drinks only from its disconnected, treasured demographic for energy.
We cannot mean erasure, remember.
Our nerve infused by regulatory propriety until we get up to dance founding paradox.
Name a landscape and give birth, rename it and you bestow an ecology of resonance and history.
We’ve heard enough.
This is strictly the governor’s business.
Posted by Jack Kimball at 7:52 AM
Wednesday, August 27, 2014
Jay stayed and worked with the new ones coming in,
who were all “Could you be a little more specific, doctor?”
(If you or I put off how ambivalent Jay is I’d miss the point, proverbially.
Otherwise, I get kind of overstimulated by stupid generalizations as
I wouldn't know how to come down on these vital issues.)
Do you like spiral staircases?
— we wiretap the secret you weigh (you get no credit for this —
no ripped-off melancholy, no spectral, tiny swaggering to cash
in) but there’s a substitution agreement including you and both you and me —
it’s taken this long to read the gospel of wealth.
O to be bubble-footed in dark briefs!
or preferring total lunacy to kissing, moaning about diffusion at any cost,
any cost to render your mouth a mess of slop,
this is for you now.
Posted by Jack Kimball at 6:35 AM
Tuesday, August 26, 2014
It made sense, 1 idea to play that 1 note of math from the
cubicle in your head, be4 the pup tent it gets shiny against.
And, there is a civilizing future to being purposefully
dull, entered into more by spotting that and doing it first. It’s
a clear refinement where character offers liberation
Pepsi. You can go right in.
They have an open table.
Posted by Jack Kimball at 6:44 AM