As Isaac passes from consonance to desolated marsh,
walk along with me. / Where to?

To the battlefront. Nightly sex skyrockets (blasé for improvising

at first, then it coils & feels there are authentic possibilities) ..

I admire your parents (ghost punks), friends, enemies’ enemies, strangers, also, why not? Attempting authenticity in insoluble speech, I feel them, their pretty itches.

Charitable informatics is garbled when this derivative (Esau). Avoid rejecting criticism, keep your smart bomb under wraps ..

(I forget hints of confrontation let these other voices barge in, forward, back passing thru the 1st position

of the sprout.)

It’s written that was enough. O May!

Ventriloquating is something.
No one’s favorite word yet

I got wind of it and put you in

Just to make you list. I’m from and form the periphery,
“I’m curious about sex and would like to make the best of seven.”

The bride landed. She fell silent when

*

We the people are looking ahead. I’m just noticing, winter is gone,
Blood is flowing into my fingers and feet. The rooibos’s working!



Faith and consequences. There comes an enrollment point you caught your
          waxwork hologram
          in a partner’s eyes.



A violet mist. There’s an almost unnoticeable inference. Then tunnel
Bids on overlapping spousal symbols on a cattle ranch, blues by Corelli ..

You and I’ve waded out beyond our welcome, which was special.
This kind of membership teaches you never stop. Turn here.

Literally nothing is granted.

There’s another centerpiece to explain how flowers are cut in plurals like progressions.

Iconoclasts always count on progressions in a series, along with any allure of falling cornices

(they did).

Now months later, it’s good news
Since you wait to listen, not empower others.

Everything belongs hiding in plain sight fallen unhinged, no limits. True is
Ornamental; a point... our brain / body fiber pierced 24/7, point two...

Terpsicore is still ascetic, improvisatory, sherbet hued like Erato, a voice of suspicion, hisses.

*

Let’s put this less sophomorically.

Basically existence precedes essence asleep on the leaf. Mostly.

Anyhow, I was a dead man once. It started with a record deal.



Bev, brief them. Here on the mere murmur I don’t dare.



Nineteen years away. I like what you’ve done.

Can it be “quoted” in any meaningful sense?

I’m new to housecleaning.

That’s how we have two arrays for time & harmony when I do it.

The ass comment — I meant juniper
within a philosophy (moving spatial dimensions)
(aura of scent) a few hours forward;

hip inference, compressed form, a ‘crown’ of contradictions
veer dimensional rhetoric
squatting. Cosmos not not unhappy.

Can waving time like a moony branch
supersede nature,
a piece of research asks, Why open

atoms under quiver at the edge to sleep?

In a way it just feels like games.
For more in bed we’ll wear tartans, paisley.

Intimation, insinuation, innuendo.
It was something I ate.

Not quite a theory, it’s string conjecture (inauspicious aeon).
It costs a constellation or a bundle minus heroic practice.

*

I liked him and he liked me.
I am advancing fumy quotes — fumy outside,
Different inside, just on our nerve,
Here take a wildflower.

A monk will then say,

Tell us about your recent postal experience.

Reading for now — Jim Dine, Poems to Work On The Collected Poems of Jim Dine (Cuneiform); Ellen Lupton and Jennifer Cole Phillips, Graphic Design The New Basics (MIT); Vincent Katz, Swimming Home (Nightboat); Diane di Prima, Recollections of My Life as a Woman (Penguin).

I’m thinking of a color — no name.. an antsy-ness
running everywhere that’s off —
— waiting for big brother
there was nothing and then voices —
go upstairs and lock the door.

Please let me in.

Seeking bliss starts out as a trick before we put it down in a book.

Next we make an alphabet with a dirty grid of circles.
It’s an alphabet of symbol systems within other alphabets
helping us to speak from books about grids and concepts

as well as all upgrades with fresh alphabets for new physics.

A steel door stays open. Here are the last letters of bliss.
We best defer to the models to differentiate ourselves.
Deep blues and silvers with biological shades to form vowels;

consonants have already taken shape from older models.

This organizes five minutes infinitely without saying bless your heart.

Juniper my ass.

It’s wise to move to the city, scripted
by infantile ambition, well groomed.

Food tastes better; crunchy leaves
underfoot and wearing your panties, walking
the park I apologize
doing this. Don’t be fooled

Thinking psyche has to be heavy <

Once an illustrator it’s for life > — you need
a vertical and a horizontal bar, libido time, a star range w/
blank tenderness to smolder in met
colors, galvanized pastels, winning the beginning —
preparing the manifold, earlier..

Capital will be redeemed, all winds exchange directions
and they’ll barely pertain, and why should they? What’s on our minds
will be low on the list, even lower than that. Off the list.

The compelling work toasts knowledge construction as well as finds, explains and reforms infinitesimal times-spaces. Optimism is required (a) to keep everything open for reform; (b) to understand we are beginning the work and as a species, we will always be at, in as well as be the beginning.

Ted Enslin, R.I.P.

Prayer behooves you, it often says. Prayer for those who talk shit no longer pray. I hope you are happy. Don’t be sad. Grab a good one.

That’s an outline.

This is not me, I. Cough cough. A made up cough will alert new entrants when walking around with denial in the morning.

There is no big deal. I try walking from a sofa or chair, to a nearby window, to a doorway checking if anyone is coming in; and I repeat the cycle while Steal Whip is up.

(Harry Partch)

I lost track of our last banter.

As a rule any attempt to hold forth is off topic. You are not coming back.
This commune’s been repurposed. A river dried because of science.
The rich (not advancement) won.
Still there’s the moral watchdog that wags a peace flag among all genders.
Underneath, it’s mostly useful to stay radiant, short sleeves and a thong.
It’s with the other tenet I hold you for conniving to carpet silence.

Nevada Suite: Grand Rapids news reports ancient astronomical devices date back 20 minutes. “You’re much smarter than we.” We’re listening to jazz going to hell to make a difference, in this case problematizing an r ’n r icon, breaking chaste Peggy Sue in two;

There is the shameful rhyming of Sue with the next line, Reno, ripped from the lucky pick songbook as is most every line; well then, PS, there’s the masterfully silly Line 3, spins the entire ‘cultural’ arc on its heels, forcing speculation unstable PS — that’s you — is not only cooling off but looking into and out of the eerie, pathetic cartesian axis of ..

Stanza:

How or why don’t we know LA language, our language, can shrink WS Burroughs to one of those diamondback cardigan bargain seekers around Best Buy canyons away? trampling security to save on a featherweight flat v, angling and protesting airily ‘to cheat Peggy and the Fates’ alongside the Gorgons hidden from passersby until it was too late for them? In this I wrote a “constant feeding” of androgyny fortifies the muscular constrictors as well as our big sister, Peggy. Astonishing, a cornet!

Since I am a musician, I loved your mother and your father.

Hop in, we grew up in a Maserati.

I’m also batting for a safe district overseas. Trained in several brands and theologies preparing me for the wilderness of the seminar, which is an organized fraud, so I’ve got your back that’s looking deep and allowing, pleasant.

I digress: y+z (1-x) is a blind patch of 1000-yr-old petit point after getting us to first. Girded kissing is sick. It was bad but isn’t you.

Then came the filching of imitation, sort of I actually missed you / could have been:

Whom you and I kiss tonight fills with [this portion] what I didn’t want spread everywhere on the edge of freakonomics! driving our departure from what is present in the original experience of beings in being. Quite super.

Hey Jim Brodey: where are women, others, the Rapture,

Twilight singers to exalt reductive sensibilities? A



Broad forehead, cheekbones high as Tom Hanks’ from a zine

Drawing attention to the eyes. I’m in a breakfast restaurant

With an acting coach. We’re trying to define qualities of demeanor,

Coming off 2nd or 3rd cousins, sleep-working to background swing.

You could mourn in / out of this sketch for better seating. J Durante

Workshop. Much essentialism, rage and eternal recurrence.

Hanks you’re sure is Stanislavski’s charge, a rooster and a

Bastard of the beat. We discovered Amstel on a chance binge



In a former drug enforcement warehouse. How many poems change

O’er moods? Funk hijacked the last pawnshops just as street weapons

Escaped the dance scene. Bad boogie double crosses dancing. Swing

As does timing takes skill, sir, hey: the bastards need an outline.

No two of us belong in the sandwich. Others are stress related or timely,
undone. From not him to if not him..



Tomorrow takes out what’s here, it’s in the doing log, down toward the end. Even if you see
it as natural you might sense a hidden hand (vengeance). Those who argue lose minds.

There are recipes for disaster as noted. For subatomic life it’s well understood, amply
unspoken, but how was I supposed to know? I put my finger there — this was the last time —
“Great. I’ll just hold your lips. Down.” It was maybe a couple of weeks later I shouted, “I
feel like burning myself.”

Yes, another form of dance, elf.
No aplomb in nature, please. No

Living truly ilk of valid scouring colloids / simple?
No mimic measure, no ceremony swats from
“plinthing a drumbeat id”
Also.

Parable: It’s nice to be interrupted twice.

City: All spam is luxury.