Tuesday, September 02, 2014


He had to keep up.
It was beautiful.

{{Instructions are errands in an advanced society, to tell or read it back v.
stalling, tense,

going over one part, step after step, taking stock of action figures.}

What’s my business?} Die Väter told us to go off,
and that led to holding our share of volatility,

vocalism in an off sense augmented by constraint-driven radiance.
Admittedly it’s a small business accessed to the core.

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.

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.

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.




Monday, August 25, 2014


Composing around you, I’m a zealot about knowing when justice
with passion is vital, not recreational. For bell, orchestra,

softly speaking, these next things in the wicked training
with no you, no news, you & I become addicted to the momentum,

nothing else drives us into the surf ---v--,

did you bring the good acrostic? “Gobble, gobble, gobble, I’m talking Chimp now!”

Lament is like college camp. Modalities.
Chafed lips, burning talent, with you or not, the curved emphasis is how

official? ten to the tenth more hombres
like a polygamist crew barnstorming thru
an ad host hemisphere. Today’s arm band 100 months after

the small of your back sent me packing. It’s August, Arvo Pärt chafing:
& oblique as you, insipid defiance groaned out, hardly credulous ultra-
unpolished catharsis for subsiding in attrition composing around you.

Friday, August 22, 2014


A life is charged on the menu.

Occasionally you sleep, given immunity. It’s horrid erotics but in one conceit I could count Dakota Wizards on my fingers... Your hand got in its say, of course, eliminated all that fuss locked inside. You took my hand the most. Took it to heart.

Not every detail is ready for your Cottage Roadkill section, home base, but you know fingering you’re clueless about vertically integrated brinkmanship deliberately made up to look made up, to look as if it thinks you don’t need a hand trying not to skip dinner, coming through splinters of clouds and low pressure peeled back from late summer, despite my never getting the hang of it;

tenuous, jutting fingers into and under the interstate that brings you and me home.

To recap, I don’t think the life of the mind can be made up. I’m not worried it gets easier.

Wednesday, August 20, 2014




This is ur-summer. & with these Q-tips it’s free to cut none off.

Not even a con anarchist.

Under pre-season conditions, thoughts wash over time —
Starters: Do you test, lease, defame to get the best?

& the answer in a day wherever that is if ..
is it time or times?

*

Coldest August in months. Al
-so there’s good news at the pump. Some-

one’s who’s over us in the wet & questions the vulcanized backlash? No hope it’s you. Almost the same as hopeless, no luck, except the sonnet structure implies conditions. (I’m a novice enthusiast.) Didn’t know early snow is a surprise

taken to the streets. Falling in total sheer, replacement

snow walks like snow foam over Sherry Hamlet.

It’s snowing, nothing personal.

Further out clear descriptors peel off like spiders

descending, moaning nonentities (the Ralph Vaughn Williamses)

hustling all the time, awesome!

Tuesday, August 19, 2014




Who could be simpler watching you bathe w/ in / or anyone bathe n

ow in tawny daybreak synthetic,

some tint on seraphic white.

Two more loiter, intent. Both smile, neither laugh. They’re wearing harnesses w/ panoptic
properties extending their blood-pull orbit toward Pan?

That’s verse one.

Verse 2. The future would give more / no more just when pragma-morphism is introduced, makeshifted forward to answer the bravo question.

I thought of you.

Then we see a dart has feathers and it flies as it works the crowd.

And something came up. Initial elements were bled into overcherished ideals I thought you stored overseas — they were sent back in a screw-up, gleaming like oxide from my grandparents’ era. The real guys (grandparents, ideals) were thrown out before we got to know them.

I keep saying so moral bases are gnarly, of the helicopter. Any vantage you enjoy leads to ‘representative fantasy’ or one opposite, blocking the view, requiring accommodation to a time squeeze that looks perpetual, tho cyclical, rendering obstructions fluid occasions of conflict, occasions “not to love” (according to Wilhem and Baynes). But conflict is not merely evil if it lends focus on self-regard and moving on, collegiality. This is the potential utility of slanderers, a baseline annulled.

That said, it’s not likely anything not-said expands fields, roots underground.

Monday, August 18, 2014




Friday, August 15, 2014








Seasons