“Put your thinking cap on,” another gambler over the phone,
“Let’s trash love stinks.”

Courage goes on. Don’t miss it.

I believe — also like you — rubble-filled drapes can open

Horizons making amends. What’sittake?


A hip cast of super angels strumming harps for a full encore of Zeus Arrhenothelus
Bringing up larger drama for the stretch and preen in vigilance —

Fall back, breathe while new cast members get authenticated —
Casually removed or

Restored at a slight remove from darkness everywhere
Since we sport a manifold wave like most vacuum ..

Scary Movie was a date flick. Synopsis:

You see sloganeering is back. Join today.

“My regrets.” Switching phones.

What is curious style?
Taken whole:
“Move in, dig it.”

Blimey. (There’s a new policy to block deletions.)
I’m sipping Tropicana on curiosity’s behalf,
Taken your lead. Word processing in sheer palatino
All the time, staggering!
Tomorrow I’ll tap out more deletions I forgot to lose —

The it happens. A man’s voice, handsome, calm, also nervous ab structure.
Protecting its dignity threatens it. Everyone knows that.
Bathing —
‘worth the trouble’ — called out in a tremblor voice to children blurring the terrain,
ruthless closure.

Angst, a buffered work force, roughens up indulgence.
You got married without thinking about known side effects,
without — wait, I forgot why I called.

We’re halfway there. That’s when the aliens evanesce.
The loneliness and excruciating pain
smothered during rifle practice.. swimming in a freezing
basin, weeping .. You try piling on debt, ok?

Nobody is definitely into being annoyed; the problem, as an affect and prerequisite, engineered simplicity holds unspoken coordinates for pouring tonic over the glass table of other people. Internal ‘gears’ relegate nauseous effects, which are natural, to personal advantage, which you have to waive anyway, as though privileged opposition were some huge treasure.

You have reached HR. Unemployment ‘better’ than 50 .. Which you are you?

After the fall you ran a plutonium on consignment discount thinktank. You thought that would be one outcome. Or would if you used to.
And naturally you know you’re a misfit for an assignment like this.

New Hebrides calls for a quirk of sculpture in a spatial recession. The employment

Traffic is light. Hai, the tank answered to its dark alter ego; oh, the specificity is lost. Get this, a thinktank that speaks to itself, as a supposition. To save life (a), a blur of messianic pronouns embodies subject matter (b) that are pruned and run through demi graphic filters. It’s moderato brooding, adding to a cobbled blow-up (b) with dubs of complaints that dovetail into an opus of no ideology.. You operate in English but (a) resort to the braying tactic, but yeah. (You might infer lack of taxonomy.)

Take info form to hot-button the ideas, grading your results.

I forget what really and concretely mean to nature.
My post-high-ceilinged values are so skewed I forget William Blake.
I forget historicism.
I forget the Kennedys and the Dead Kennedys.

*

An apparatchik, I came to my senses, after —

We’ve been there waiting for a rush
                    that
Above and beyond don’t even have, the ready time
                    that
our mouths slew dates hammered on crackers
and gouda, and no sooner had we primped
                    than
we looked dopey in bed —

My friend is smoking, “I’m
hooked on classics,” he was saying turning
this way and slowly when we sat down
before a mirror, “I’m crazy
about our necks brought up to today.”

The vision comes spontaneously

— never forward your resume
or IQ to a date.

Captain the thought
then opt for a safety
school. Push shyness aside,
spiff up & sign all smog-
watching affirmations.
Regulate an embrace multi-nationally.
Es geshah am helichten Tag —
Never feel sorry for the diva
who has her brains and eats
them. Never disagree
with inferiors. Never. Do
not accuse sperm donors
of throwing their rumcake out
with the bathwater —
Never point to questions
about meaning what is not said
or saying what is not meant.

The soul is a hypothesis, a sweet flying
fish out of water surfing over interstates
to destroy itself.

We begged it to go faster and keep at it,
stick with a sublime subject or object, rally
for more than shimmering in a mega-lens.

If you can wake it up, do it.

Your bromide is familiar. Let me grab a pen. You’re gaining attention for the wrong reasons, dummkopf. Stay where you are. Exploit the familiar, even an inkling. Glow fast.

The cosmos is unwilling to go far, now or later, this way or that — what we inhabit is neither a stoner planet nor merely a plywood-and-particulates object flown in time (w/ fewer and fewer afterparties). Earth turns out an enormous intimation as sexual icon, promoting death, laughter.

Those laughing are listening, assuming we’re incandescent.

Rainy Sundays or any day we break for the Mandarin Olympics observed or imagined on the ceiling: Rationed atheism has long been the main event. Secret blank ballots float free to find a math of situation (music), steam and rush-formatted white ‘sky’ disappearing like factions of multiplicities (an ear for copulation). Contextual effects (procedures) are more fearless (less indiscernible) when crossing boundaries within socialist codes of conduct. Many a performance opens doors, colors of bone, an addiction to be no one. Late afternoon to another.

Our crash test is of course.. You.. and I’re / are habits of empire living on proceeds, motion futures of one of each you,
each of you.

*

The buzz is those who knew rued physical property.
It’s feasible if you say

** I believe
There’s a way we recover from this and most happiness / as litigants in the field henceforth —

The sports-arts-logic field once there was a C-class
and we stay on board ..

Breathe, kick, push, kick, four / five ..

It’s about letting go and taking you out of context —

Yeh, sure, take me on your own.

We have polling data. “There’s no intro. Descriptors peel away.

In each house a different name is earned;” the old monograph goes on.

“Take an idea, anything that interests you or them, spend a few days noticing,

protecting it, perhaps, without outreach, no descending into light quotations.

Then from the moment you video, you set the stage ‘parameters’ — we’re squinting within staged representation,

getting some Miles in, taking them on board, putting them in mind, say,

of a future photo realism. Much untold on all sides.”

We ride defensive, pointilized elevators to brighten down narcissism. We crazy bastards.

Astronomers from a famous university have nothing to give back. The known entity we reference as outer space is erratically arced with self-erased trapezoids and dull oblongs like my briefcase covered in olfactory sketches: Cosmos unexplained, parts one and two, fingers crossed.

Given my double indemnity, your unfulfilled categories stand tiptoe atop broken mosaics, hearts pounding from overtime. Fast above the lush, appointed blur. Keeping my hand warm.

What can be done to language? Again?

Boredom is poor experiment, our supervisor says; and that’s what we wrote down to snap out of it — lightness, joy, eyes-open dream. Knower and known are clean osmosis in reverse! It’s clearer every day we’re way behind the unoriginal frontier.

Time I guess to air-lift over our eagerness. I’ve been a floater of cynicism in relation to any concept I adopt. (It’s hard for me to take credit.)
I consider myself a neurolinguistic product manager, btw. Once removed.

De rigueur for now is farfetched. / Let’s consider what might outrank expecting your return. / Stanford. Harvard.
Same-sex hobos sleeping on railroad tracks
/ Dialogs sound libertine laced w/ Frankfurt School brio and science fiction.

Your life is the intervals it contains minus your free channels — / which is a way of drawing.

Are they tears or fears? They are mediocre — after Joe Elliot’s “This Is How It Happens”

I notice your underwear, a denomination marked w/ jealousy. They pill.

Yeah, that’s funny.

Take one of mine.

*

Add you’re welcome. What used to smoke like axioms will come back as an erotic variety of lurches, of nibbling torque measured in dotted lines missing your skin. Have we no interest nor will to shed our platform ambiguity?

Your body double is detected blocks away; a new torso

Awakes in poured concrete, and decently you pull away, feeling 



Look, his is a case of the responder’s voice

Over matte finish

The concrete is drying to.
They know you’re divided because senses motion

As his character advances through security,

His shadow is missing — very needy.

It’s July.

And this is what it means to have a muse.

A poet will work in a freezing apartment that is far more than a place for thoughts to gather. She struggles in cold rooms for little compensation beyond the joy of subverting the arbiters of something. Something something.

for Justin

Darn.



Fuck situationists. We can’t say new and improved until we follow Justin slipping on Snoopy’s personal hygiene stratagem.

We don’t think about it, because we’re not the ones who situated his zeitgeist. One secretly wants fact checking.

There’s a couple, dabblers in Justin’s fame, in an adjacent field. Let’s scratch and test them. Slim and teeming with desire between parens — this one welcomes the intrusion.
To hell with middle distance or stringent circles in seminars, forced movements, to hell with coercion, curfews, all lethal pressure. Tho the situation is this.

Lantern jaw. Not a jaw, but a chin that extends fuzzy as a lantern to the flab of the neckline. Right. A weak chin. No jaw. A double chin. No character, a dark, cerebral dog.

Treatment: I polished the text. Handed it in? I


Did. 
We chose photomurals for the candidate’s political subject matter, like this halftone of a garland arch running along the gag foreground filling with panicked folk. We coaxed them to cross over to catch the show before the last buses. 


Up, tremendous in fact, then down, 
two detainees listened to a substitute, a thinly veiled copy of an audience member, more than one! The visual glow of happenstance, quirks and turns like a block party, informatics about celebrity homesickness — no wonder people lost their jobs; it becomes less friendly midway with proliferating mordancy infiltrating foreground shifts from one folk cell to another, back and forth. 



To keep up the audience don’t find a compromise. But vote often.

                                        Absenteeism:

..not a problem for a relief pitcher in the win column..

Had gender identity hit a pothole?

Before matriculating, 1 survived being ignored to 1’s face(s).
1 w/ all..

It’s pure luck 1 lacked imperfect self-reconciliation.
There were 5 voices.

Showing results for sibilants: ‘You’re good. Doing this, I said. Just
Report to duration centers for the rich for best pricing, unless
Theft look better. Go. Fees balanced. Good.’
Then you told me repetitive motion went further —
Making money w/out reason is mass

-ive. After.. surely if that’s the way you feel, there are vector
Utilities for expressing enzymes w/ the dollar’s lips.

— national perfume! spritzed to scale on demand.

Adrift, the patriarch replied, there is a whole thing
You’ve already swallowed.. had a bite. Of some

Of it. But I learned a lesson.

There was no progress : expresses enlightenment
..you're in our thoughts will pass.

Outside the again-feel of New England gathers around a neighbor’s — H.K. Richardson’s ash shingle, brightened archways, and oh neighbor, H.K., thank you. Beyond us, beyond them, 4% atoms in tiny wriggling strings, 22% of the tug, dark and unknown.

Yeh. Say you’ll be back. You never can tell. You do yesterday over, don’t pick anyone else.

Your movements go by a few names, still coordinated but hidden in hardly underwear.


Not dreadful but low, classic, easy, unforgettable elements from holding, surrounding one’s presence (for now) then taking off, quiet and respectful in everyday nudity.

For nudity, it’s always a swing dance in practice, a whole new side of narrowing expense and becoming hollow thru the center, pockets and all.

A lot of Dutch people go Dutch.

Irony-sincerity voted best....

Got it, I’m wordy-terse but I feel what I think.
Words are our feel-
Ers. The river purrs, purls — not its sound
But ours, so I read this
By me and not me, us.

Damn, can’t complain, when our children
left we had chipmunk..

Tasted next to nothing, and a white winged crossbill
went berserk, wet bubbles..

Hold on /
dress up or not?

Siestas had no idea, no credo of here and now
when everything was the right answer —

More measures distorted your frame —
We never quite catch up

Climbing into casual spectacle dozing, ritually putting
our lives together, keeping the drift ..

I’ll invade your space then just leave.

At least I have my integrity. I live on Race Lane.

The dream of swimming over to you in dark briefs, the Buddha machine on low — it’s not torture unless it causes organ failure. It’s playing “Lapping My Skull.” Your fiancée has dozens of spices from the pantry, just so. I’m fifteen. We can do the roundtable math quite well, yet not entirely. Free-range sunlight in the clerestory of our lair... where elements of bloodthirsty aplomb are excessively off-key. Safety in timing carefully disguised as bright and furious, knowing the advantage waiting a beat.

I’ve good news in bed. (But) I’m getting ahead.

Just because I feel nothing, Pessoa

You’re leaking results before ‘thinking it over’;

IF I have no idea that holds you,
THEN how does an idea
Of idea an

-ticpate stipulating processes for missing the feel of practice?
Let’s start w/ an idea
Of making out
In a big tree in heaven where detachment is trimmed back —




Just because I feel nothing doesn’t mean
I can’t or won’t come up w/ representational songs of cognition, w/ jaded lyrics..
Literally externalize my comfort. Externalize discomfort, too.

..

You’d lose a lot of the dude and preachy man. Sounds yeh.

Re-examining my savagery…
doing what Pessoa said,


If you admit you enjoy tricky intersections you’ll be taking sides. I told them at calisthenics I’d prefer not to watch from the grandstand and de-harvest illusions of atmospheric slop. But doing it I missed what happens. Walking away burns more calories. Better to get a friend or two to write for you, pretending they are you, falling mute, covering your lips with my gloved thumb.

Lacan began as a young athlete reading Lacan.. speaking as a single expert, you’re my portal.

Jump in — “I heard talent, beauty, money come by their own right; by your putting them to the test they take ‘full effect’
“..when you remember this lust bucket (Lacan) read Lacan from the start (jumping in), it seems mathematical to have lovers shifted or fired come to work anyway,
achieving a seeming bliss of the non-willed state, enlightened refusal, still out of breath
like an argument lacking design.”

So this was an edit. “That’s as close as we have to a pulse.”

That’s what it reads over one entrance. To pull it together, total anonymity makes the inside disappear what’s left and right into it.

Eminent domain: Dawn went. You were next. Nothing else.
Not to arouse the unknown or undue, your well being was my concern. I won’t forget.
And that does it for this hour. Circumstances have postponed further equity w/out a wife, w/out you = one counter-narrator chuckles in introspection as one picks at our rhapsody rights, erasing them (or trying) in observed time, laughing behind the capitol. Many observers.

Language + the materials referred to, dimensions variable. Dimensions variable. That’s the ceci n’est pas une pipe part.

I’m one of those hoarders of history, picking out, piling stuff in the garage (of accessible language), keeping worn wire and Ted Greenwald materials staggered like chairs.

It’s highly readable to a point.
The 13th century dealt supremacists,
The morning, day never end;
Our participation per chance — an 18th century
Add-on, Earthbound generality swallowed / over cooked

.. fond farts a good deal beyond words turning into toasty spoors — tant pis, hardly
These data waving in rocks of sunlight, gaunt & obese
Blowing cold.

Honesty — we used to say or might have — is the sanest practice for thumb control and body fitness.

I have nine lines for you:
Let’s go thru it again, generations of worship set in. They come back. Soon you relax your
balance, honestly, equipoise for a good writer is common enough, even now.

We went into this. We went over appearances, for instance. Funny and finally, nine lines are
one-sided in three dimensions.

Key is you volunteer in a regimen for hours at a time and it wears off — here’s what’s known:
secretions from glands meet up (hanging out) in our brains, slanting the blurred promise you have or
had or you don’t know in the aftermath of the hiatus, revving up.

Clad to the hilt in gray-to-black sheer cotton, we weren't discussing our
business at table. Taciturnity in such morbid surroundings was
statutory. "Mm," he said. He was staring at my polar bear wussy daredevil
snuggle E. S. P., wondering how much it cost.

Tonal asperations.

The luminous patina of an excommunicant / He thought about SciFi from the
Sixties / Of a bright light obvious labyrinth / All of his life as if he
were a mercurial creature / As if meeting death half-way by making connections / The
kind of greenish pallor you’d desired

He thought about SciFi from the Sixties / As the furry chestnut vendor turns from the
window / Fighting the relative fight to endure / His coat with his
assassin’s bullet, effluvia and stuff / All of his life as if he were a mercurial
creature / Etc.

Bandits 1st.

You translators are a close 2nd.

That leaves ‘just the 2 of us.’ We appear ordinary. This is about something else.

Then I repeated if I were you I’m all I should have —

Modulating the self comprises an apotheosis
according to types of daring.

Don’t smolder, show us.


Vainly in never induce italics:
We gave it up at the Office.

This is rarely for the 1st time
disappearing in molecules like other words, molecules ago.

Going halfsies? Anything Apollonian looks flab prone. It’s ok for now. I’m ..
Capacious anxiety, o yup, refusal to arbitrate glamour, okay... we’re done (lol) ..

In my half you can break laws to shoulder perfection or save a life, once or
Either way is fractional in the context / e.r.

In the crazy wild apothecary we call all infinite sets
a rolling surveillance unwraps many a polycarbonate scent.

Freedom is personal. There’s more solid drama down the hall,
a binary fission when you’re expecting one meta-interaction at a time.

Sonnets are ok, the great way —
Let’s get through
this ostentatious luncheon in pensiveness.
Your fly is open.
Lab animal overboard!

Freaked by what gondolier words
meant and do, you’re under whose

thumb? Handsome, on the other hand
your imperfect mind is a floating
weapon. That’s why this or any sentence
is relinquished of polarities.
And blood concentricities are traps..

A throbbing red color, blue, bright, digestable. Just coincided.
Can you clarify luncheon? For what party in sleep?

No appointments today. Triumph** is creepy*.


*Creepy widely construed as inaudible tendencies toward plundering contexts to alter the body’s asymmetrical neuropsychology. 



**Triumph, group or personal, can be unscrewed during Q & A’s. How does triumph threaten a referent? when going straight to the point? Was ist das?
I’m asking out loud for one reason only, so the receiver will sound an alarm (an annunciator light).



Merely of course sounded.

Writing in a voice for a glass room that rings of convoluted propaganda, in paint.

With paint I am a crescent metal, easy to pick up, feed and embrace after the climate changes.

Go on, tell us about your background in propositional aesthetics (affiliates who you think are like you but aren’t).
Welcome to the Pee Wee loop at Plaza Hut. A border twin ‘nails it.’ A great deal of platinum blonding. Corrosion of smooth form can be magic.

Shoo-ut, I’ve been put on a 20-year watch list. Again.
Good I’m a neo-accepter of making and being particles of misnomers. Eating and breathing them too.

Ghosts roam with the panicked. (All of them.) It’s like a last dance to respect what you guys were doing — you were working on it.

There’s hustle to market, along with rips in the cargo of space/time whose vessels burgeon on ennobling, blobby warmth, piped in like Berlioz, accompanied by addictions to risk. Come here often?