My mind turns in set ways.
What can you do w/ big-eyed instincts?
to get out of the valise. We pirated the code.

You can say once we pushed it out willingly (nurture, nature, frantic relaxation).

The fit was good, set phrases.

I noticed you work under me making your poise smoke
w/ the problem being ...
As in : you’re showing up more. I got wind of it, put you in

Just to make you list as in : I’m from and form the periphery;
Say you’ll be back. You never can tell.
Poverty is all right but not extreme poverty
As in : we grow up in your backyard befouling young hearts
And minds, collating all the splinters into a pile, resetting
A fire by ourselves I hear (in my blanc head)...

As in : we consider more words in a big pax,
A pastoral : “How do I love you in everything,
And expect no help?”

Some word associations you need to whisper again.
(As in : I forget now what you sound like.)

I think you get the hang of aymmetry, sir
— living that music is wonky, a bit offensive. You’re wide awake thinking it through
until a subfocus gets lost. You grow accustomed,
so to speak, directly oblique : pointedly no name
is escalated or united if out of proportion!

Bon équilibre, some1 else can go choke & in a non asphyxiating language at that,
1 + a 2nd person, the “some1 else,” comprehends.
What do you say?

I’m Aldo.

No, you are.

We’re a special team. We’re circumspect, our sharing mechanism
(pretext) giving no voice to parrot motifs over a long silent fly we back off to catch,

What about cleverness and defaming character?
Don’t be involved.

What do you say? A few shaky words,
hacking at reasons to try with the grit of understatement.
And then you thought, that’s what’s wrong.

Hey hey my.

Corporate act, blaming Kotzwinkle:
Dissonant sports metaphors seem prepared for gullible alloys.
Like preparing red matter.
(There are no guarantees in risk engineering up this close.)

ET gadgetry from detention in the future,
How can this be put?
Hey went from one minimalist nipple twist to another, came back.

I’m done with Malthus festivals’
Black sweaters in the woods,
Tented command centers for negotiation,
And I’ve had it with my thigh, the one you lift.
General Motors or General Electric?
Freedom or security?
The kid who stays in the picture.
Ambition or love?
Who dealt this mess?


An icon within a cemetery could be
Many abstract attitudes buried below our strip down to not smiling,
nervous laughter.

As tho together, whom we never see again define entire affability arcs of irony in
slippery zoning disputes.

I never said it at the time, making us all liars, no. 1; yet if he takes over that writing zone he’ll reach another landmark, feet on the desk, smoking with the same vulgar, adolescent cri de coeur.

Body snatching preventing us from meeting, a 2nd point —

Zen practice is nothing at all, only sustained focus and innovation. I won’t do it, nah, domo..

Every worm is this-is-so-cool. / Every sparrow subject to substitution

while every graveyard can’t do anything but starve. I’m

every woman I can’t stop thinking of.
We were wondering about the petty invention of planets, sympathizing
With a numbers guy who is also the director.
Often there’s a husky and determinative tenor to sing that section.
Swimming to there if you think about it uproots our sun’s bright series — a disbursement of planets that seem exalted and then stiffened into tantalizing cosmic parody..
Your friend is smoking
wearing a scent of rosemary.

Meaning is garbled when it’s least derivative.

I feel pretty itches.


Not dying is not not wanting to die, a unique semantic potential assigned an inventory.

There’s señor that needs you. He has no interest in poetry... I wonder if that’s true — His thoughts knitted together like mica piling up, shouts ricocheting through a voicetrack from the underbrush holding our breath, bounced, kicked and gloved by catalysts.
It’s come to our attention a proposition processes science or it does not.
It was amazing to meet you and your idea.

It was amazing to meet your funky penumbra, to be influenced by street life needlepoint 

and other class resentments. 

I was amazed to communicate with inky musculature evoking nighttime.

Oceans and deserts.

I can’t stop. It’s my job.
Preacher goes on about lassitude — don’t worry about it

It’s probably a head cold.

Unhappiness breeds from abundance. That’s about it.
A common cold means at least a dozen things, socially.
An embedded satire about too much, just too much,

You know what I think?

A physical being hears what he wants, has a fever and takes a lot
Guessing it was a sample.

And service areas are where we drive satire home and choose.
Our superiority is no joke. Correction, our lassitude is.
A monk asks,

This is why I hate you

and keep loving you under wraps?
Take care, and take more time, acts of omission are presorted, so they are numb, so
like fixating on one’s shoes. You can do this, feel free, cadet, don’t expect to fill mine in my avoidance of frontiers, rejecting anarchism.
These were the funniest jokes, the baldest too. I don’t remember laughing so much. Ever. And I can’t recall being as excited as I am now.

Total ThankYou Member.


What parts last? The cucumber ..were I a colorist. A so-called lode of fabulous glossary. Interesting for switching placidities (expedition)!
A mandate is just that.
Why does your one face arrest?
Not dying is not not wanting to die, a unique semantic potential assigned an inventory.

There’s señor that needs you. He has no interest in poetry — I wonder if that’s true — His thoughts knitted together like mica piling up, shouts ricocheting through a voicetrack from the underbrush holding our breath, bounced, kicked and gloved by catalysts.
Sometimes a new mustache color comes up for the right reason. Choppers of gloom, hi! needless to say, we’re grateful for even a near miss equipped with emotionally restorative ideas that pop out of Wallace... O Wallace Stevens!

(A cry for help.) You drain me.
Since there are multiple aims, capital will be redefined.

Not out of calculation, I know the mother ship’s ok.
Or was it just me?
Next, a cool glistening brocade threaded by stone abstractions thru evolutionary trompe l’oeuil —

For that matter the shore looks really smudged —
To a nudist,
It’s contradictory to insist on any spoils from letting ourselves go ... over that money issue. I had a piece in there as well. My prose seemed resonant with your “rainwear fetish,” which I almost forgot I shared. (But not with you.)


In the background: you hear the sizzle to rock climbing in mist, pointing to autosuggestion welling up from your placing bets, since you bring humor to the relationship. The climb is all pantomime about our ties looking wild in the frieze.

(I wagered my face the minute I handed it to you.)
Why do varsity wear outfits that tame their tribute?
This café helps me keep that question from getting lost.

Reminding me of just who was writing.

(I don’t mean that as deeply as I hand this over.)

Finish a stretch, lines get confused. Fuse the way they

Continue. / I did have
A tattoo for a purpose, sure. Promote your event.

Mine or ours?
Who? About why? And what was that about?
Greyhound hurling on seesaw feels fine,
Any footage balances when pushed, so it’s
Not serene. A maelstrom lights
Up the foreground, no questions asked.
Pit Bull sits tangled in tree w/leash & kites.
Corgi spinning in washing machine, a hairy fox.
“You saved my life. I’ll spare yours, for now.”

I trained in your language.

“Are you sure you’re a supreme being?”
Just a tenet of game theory in play may be an insight.
Blindfolded angels of thinking in the past —
All mute waved back

Protecting us from our known predicates,

Taking on more physical pain, taking more onboard, putting them

In mind of us affiliates, at last.


I want to remarry in quick fire in a church in white. Or did I?
Marriage makes me horror-struck
Aghast in wake of our previous melancholy.

We see the Rothko project, no smudging a porch.
I’m scared mounting bait. Good night to switch an accident or two that don’t matter, made tactical as we circumvent a few exchange elements, the stem cells of spatial shop language splitting into chance agency, no vision, no dash, no longer having to know!
I’m a rent boy.
Being a good citizen is self-enslaved labor as you write about it — that’s
My conspicuous, shabby desire : to wipe out what’s fairly obvious..

Self restraint and an occasional intoxicant are my only
Recourse facing ugly style. That’s

how I became bilingual as sugar consumption skyrockets.

I’m full now of feast superstitions
& stratagems continuing the kickass ceremony
motivating the plan.
By salvo — the first three or four minutes of monotone..
You can’t have that in the service requested.
Too much slobber invested at the start, discourse, along with any oomph, runs dry.
No personalities, please, only
writer / editor are left standing in rain assuming sun is shining,
nipping, filing matter, spinning, capturing the dress casual waiting
On that panoptic sentence for the animal that needs you.
We have 9 pm poems and 4 am. Kind of noticed?
I’m keeping cool with it like a Javanese statistician.
When information is relevant to sanctioned policy, communication goes private, all decisions should be centralized within a single metaphor for good caffeine.


The if-movement (aspirations) can be thought
A saga for you (any of us) can pump off & on — so on

-Coming coming clean is another part of closeness.
Later, new police!
[speak of paranoia]
The reader note went, One afternoon while napping one read a confusional book. We are at the dawn of epistemology raising consciousness you can’t get from study alone. Confusion wobbles. It does. It vibrates. But something’s lost.

We’re in no hurry.

Snow and sun? We’re expecting something.

Ice or melt go missing, there’s no good time to get it entirely, which for readers is a tragedy.

We mosey back to right about where we want clarity about motives; the construction seems unpinched, slightly giving, giving over to slow-motions for the moody and unexpected.
A fresh very-little-action video.

Sinister. Why not? The sky’s a hue of golf balls, a state of disgrace.
We’ll wait to be announced, though, I’m dressing down to my car character, elbows up.
Taken this long to read over the televisionary script. It’s only sexual in the least available forms.

We keep the old forms in a shoe box filled with names of toes squeezed under the door, tagged for an obsession with stepping right in.
A poem is..
Does it matter a few minutes ago I learnt to write,
To wander out above your welcome in a retrospective..

Again there’s no title because nowhere
Are my thoughts so hidden in use.

It’s a contraption.
It seemed artificially important.
The screech was spherical.
A seagull.
No one’s in there.


Next, different morning odors, coffee, other pots, taste sets, sweet to complex, some devolving into a brawling randomness.. ..can’t make it out, call it leftovers, a Caramel Apple Ranch Cobbler fabricked in aromas of surfboard .. ..
We come to the marketplace in ease, partial self enhancement.
When we wake up I’ve moved to your city. Ka-cha!
I owe you so far for not murdering me O hand,

I’ll calm down, we’re almost rich and supposed to destroy ideas ..
I have to underestimate furthering research,
Solving the perfection problem, but not remorse.

A friend’s voice stares ahead — if
allowed. Read the inspection. To continue,
there’s asymmetry in her blowing glass. Especially when it rains

glass takes finial shapes leaning to peel off
solving the perfection problem, but not remorse.
Unknown futures present newer phenomena.
They go by new names down the road..
Say you’ll be back, superflexed! soaked in a Mars invasion..!

You never can tell. Your every utterance is on a jet trail,
quelling fear of pain as a decade goes by and still
you are unattainable —
We’re in business —
go online.
(Leave us alone.)


Starts out as an immaterial change
in orientation before we nail it as a book.

We fill letters in reversing dirty words aound closed circles.
It’s data for symbol systems inside sub-alphabets
helping us speak to other books & spreadsheets about sub-content
& meta summaries in even newer physics w/ fresher markings.

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

consonants have already taken shape from elder models.

This organizes 5 minutes infinitely without saying bless your heart.
In sum:
Inverses concern writing and writing-2 who meet up in a fixed action pattern within rational yet imprecise kairos, recycling once or twice.

There are episode interiors silhouetted in unanalytical projections, translucence made to seem of glass screening the ‘official’ episode. However we’re past the middle and nearing the end of outlines; there’s a Majesty and double interiors where writing adjusts to incidents of long division, complex facticity that writing-2 tears open and begins to pick at to pay writing off in disappointment, near failure — both writing and writing-2 climbing uphill and sliding back down just before turning 17, biting down, gritting their teeth, growing up.
The longer I live it’s in front of me.

There’s a glow in seconds before the scheduled avalanche, fun ..and explosive. Wow.

Or much like staying right in no now.

A chosen toothbrush has been abandoned. I’m forgetting about it.
I’ll be heading out soon. Moving thru a lefty runoff. I won’t be funny or make a stab, relax or specify...

I’m lost in the new geography.. Again.
Light can be thin, therewith discourse.

I chewed my paw / off.

Terse is
What it (light in volume) is —

Midwinter light (March) in Maine gives me pause.
The sentence, the Celtics lost squawking about losing
Some parts : diagrams the opportunity.

Down east weather was freezing our hands into claws, which is

Why we reserve dopey dissonance

Nested within key notes to the A frame to determine

The performance.

Speaking as if...
Just push the button.
Lament due to Quicken divorce feels precollege. Modalities.

Chafed lips, with you or not, one emphasis is how
your modalities give me the butterflies and more butterflies chasing more — as 10 to the 10th more prefer polygamists barnstorming thru
the ad hoc hemisphere.


One of the donor’s places resembles a Marine outpost with sweeps of property edging the subdued enclave.

Of all the varied and fabulous pieces by new pianists I wager they are bursting with personae — because of what they rock to, also because many exuding confidence have gotten past graduate school, the corporation, a breakthru investment in the company.
Technology’s refined flux appears noncontroversial.
At sundown my leftist French brain speaks thru a balloon:
“If you’re anamorphic, the flux within measures of comprehension 2 often adopts overheated lingo or low-2-overheated if you like.”

The other 2 poked at the remaining balloons in the embers; not really, they said.

There are statements of facts
And those of law. Their truth

Levels rise or fall depending on
Outer linear order.
Renaissance rules, rulers who could expunged a soba color.. 

Something to realize our view

As something else frolicked up — inside 

(a feeling of power like in Roman hands): A ball of a bird, maybe a butterfly
Yeah, what do we care?

All we expect is an elegantly accessible chronicle of interdisciplinary montage
Along with financial services.

Linear standards

“Hey,” “I say” never go away.
It’s a flotilla. (Fair enough..)
His followers could care less.

You can’t catch me is great again.
Multidimensional chess has a new value.
Guess what? This early in the day love / hate lines out. His critics swing at softballs
vibrating w/ a head cold, floating in 4 dimensional moats..

It’s a flotilla.
Witch: Pass the white I think they’re gloves.
In further directions your understanding registered.

Off the rack, but great

— a good to a very good reply

inasmuch as speaking about or to you comes across the border over thin light.


Any emphasis prepares the manifold; earlier accounting systems join the 1st probability of having you to touch & subsequently empower mergers ’n exchange. That’s only half the cost of what’s not said.
A true celeb shows us the assassin is uninvolved on every emotional level — even the one one holds oneself and acts on by serving others, one bosses & ‘ritual’ overvalue.
How is that sketchy? To you?
He had bad manners, bringing in sauerkraut that night —
My report to command centers for first price, best.
(Theft is looking better, tight.)

Your face, the trains I ride, it’s all good to Korean girl groups here in the West.

Like you and most of us, with or without us, they flip out
In only a decimal of what they do.
She lost the election. We can’t know what she’s thinking. It’s crazed.

Keep tact abstract.
Keep it to oneself near the seacoast.
Healing a voice split to a pulp, gnawed —
Feeling a salt chill unexpectedly going up the swirling lines
Of humorists, ideologues, ragged modernists, including one.

Holding to their path, rescuing none.

Yours, & ‘even more in mayhem,’
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 clam up.

Can it be “quoted” in any meaningful sense?

When you select a rogue anime you also begin talking to yourself (above); you try walking from a sofa or chair, to a nearby window, to a doorway checking if anyone is coming in..
First question, true or false. Technology keeps humming to Aristotelian extremes? The cigar had its store. It’s a manageable stretch from there to when you left, even while I ruled you out. Out on the sidewalk you hadn’t left a name, either. And yet, I stood close to you, always wrong. To leverage and grow are businessspeak. To get feedback. To understand.


Fricative efforts add a bunch of O’s
— language & body mania, aqua ions show their molecules in bulk, imitating an obsessive personality. The rapid strength of bonds between metal & water molecules is their primary dissolution.

Repeating prose clips transit through a few (of those) loopholes to confront loopholes’ necessities, maybe.
Reversed circumstances are a full meal.
Ordered onward
Most of cable is sleep-laden,
Killer directors bail out the last decades. With peril, tears, deals.
Not quite a theory, it’s string conjecture (over eons).
Watching it work costs constellations of cash or a bundle minus heroic practice, often.
For you.
I unbuttoned my supplies and pulled the first ‘haiku’ out —

One’s self image goes beyond Masonic pale.
Pale of an airedale.
Intimation, insinuation, innuendo.
You were something I ate.
Errant is not mistaken for arbitrary.
In a way paisley just feels like games..
2 spiral arrays for time & harmony within a philosophy (moving spatial dimensions)
a few hours forward.

Paisley’s inference, compressed form, a ‘crown’ of contradictions
veer dimensional rhetoric
superseding nature. Cosmos, not not unhappy.
Can waving time like a moony branch
supersede nature,
a piece of research asks. Why open
atoms under quivers at the edge to sleep?


I’m thinking of a color — no name.. an antsy-ness
running everywhere that’s off — waiting for a big thanks

                                                there was nothing and then a voice —
                                                goes upstairs and locks the door.

                        A voice with cavities.
Dear foundationalist,
You’re expelled for a month, next week.. experimenting with yourself..
leaving a sneezing grid with rectangular doors opening to violent sprinkles & irresolution...
..in passing, I would like to see or set up dozens of availabilities to pick up the dissolved thread to ‘our systems metaphysics’ and to pick up that needle of yours & your as it were point.

From here, we drive thru parched hills seen in films.

Another hay fever phase of experiment.
In a mean (2017) perspective Bartok reached for
the moon. How is that helpful?
With your brand one constant, you cut the rest off,

It brought down the red curtain, with a curtain rod staff.

Having it, you hobble

Away like a name dropper.

Emotions were they don’t belong.
Blues by Corelli.
Visual poem: The brightest stars pimp their leftovers for attention.
Beyond Orwell.
Down curved and inside edged, camo colors hard to pick up.

Follow their instructions { slippers, noodles, make us warm
‘As rouged scholars from what’s next to us’ repair to an adjoining display. }

We note their pale sagas of looking good and being seen.
Zero pleas fractured in durational maneuvers, complaints and sworn declarations —
I forget meeting you.


We said nothing about ancestors sitting meditation, why?
Their focus, cash on hand were immediate, overwhelming, no gloom:

Very different outcomes that equally square
What you hear. The future of the past written
Like ellipses’ symbolism weighing in (..)

Based on trying to get to the gym, having an olive svelte
Protein shake, saying nothing about ..

Oh — I just remembered some of what they’d sung
To the battlefront. (Mostly gigues.)
We meet in this version north of the town offices

shaking tidal vapor thru no wait, no

fewer than ten seconds off the slopes

meaning above the steps coincided with the light

clipped to the powder base patching the thaw

— spirals discharged, wind heats the ground and trees open.

My best fiend is a vital prick. Ow
afterward, he and I leave the tribe and enter first grade...

We got in surrendering our fingerprints

humming to each making a windfall. We

toast anyone else holding a red suit

w/in one’s center, letting a fortnight slide.
In a mean (2017) perspective Bartok reached for
the moon. How is that helpful?
With your brand one constant, you cut the rest off.

It brought down the red curtain, with a curtain rod staff.

Having it, you hobble

Away like a name dropper.

Emotions were they don’t belong.
Blues by Corelli.
We can remember when wisdom lay in de Staël turmoil, a title for the ‘rhetorical’ surface where middlemen / women are loathed today. Owning our words makes everything phenomenal. (Our addendum is in the mouth.)

The French Suites get lighter, immune to desire & intimacy in the grips of mistaken identity. I’ll lead you to the border. Just call before you go.


You take this as it comes, here and now.
Text sections like acts of omission are presorted.
In one act by ourselves, we’ll set up a non-profit,
the equivalent of an education cafeteria.

I’ll be chancellor of the swelling enterprise
dividing my feelings like vendettas.
Where are we un, um?
You’ve stopped being in the world.

There is a moment after when you shift your eyes since they’re crisscrossed and long after you forget how we went on the verge, drenched though slackened... shaking this neap vapor through atmospherics, patching the thaw — spirals discharged, wind heats the ground and trees open.
Attraction is ignited by deep compatibility,
a nonaristocratic game played for low stakes.

I’m not a prose-poet, this is reportage
and what I believe. A good guess is a hypothesis.
A good education leads to the Grand Hotel
above the empty lot cleared by Balthus.
Dirge for D.A. Levy:
Our leaders and propagandists know very well that liberal capitalism is an inegalitarian regime, unjust, and unacceptable for the vast majority of humanity.

Grandeur is a luxurious quest and metaphysical evil.

I’m not a model, I just look like one. (Helen Vendler)

We’re the only nation that flies into hurricanes.
The way topics switch is also relaxing, to some. Once every few consonants, keeper shows a lovelier and airier side, rising above the backdrop whine and pose, dispersing all noise and letting in a strongarm patterson and heinz fullerton, enforcing an impression that you’re being taken up on an elevator.


Aries, my god, a pro without pouring it on
très available, mobile, open to your whims...

A surfer for decades, black eyes, brown-
To-blond hair —

he slaps you with his fettle, replacing poetry..
he lightens up but it’s — you guys!

Can you describe yourself?
Simple stuff picking up a pen.

A photograph?
Whoa — please — take my foot!
Thing 1: Most adherents develop synthetic self-containment to face future life. It’s in Thing 2, natural selection gradually refuses to settle in opposing views. For example, what, exactly, did we learn? Never allow creatures of nature into your discourse. You need to leverage those freaks onboard to move ahead. Year after year we heal them ourselves, each cell in our bodies spinning starboard. Cells are factories, at bottom; we are factory owners. One says the seas of government are misinformed. One says what another says which is not new now, never. We are natural organisms running out of time.
My boss sucks.
That’s because she has to. Some job titles are, as the expression goes, anathemas. Disquiet raising the roof. Boss, leader, principal, chair, honcho, prexy, director, officer in charge, master chef, head of the shift, muse. What does it take to earn and maintain these titles? Ideology. Casting spells. Constantly interviewing me as I do with every other employee, affiliate, colleague, member, collaborator, associate sans souci. Muse first!
Can we straddle the divide between convention, unattenuated sense-making & sorting through out-of-brainier experiment?
Every Harvey Keitel film substantiates you may have a gun, you could be reaching to get a gun, or you could just be, in essence, fronting.
(Cartoons are not analysis.)
Space is not nothing.


Living under D Trump,
I’ll start with a clear head — you can look thru this one
and we’ll shoot bullet points until it’s drained.

Again it’s that one time in career design
to keep finding your identity on top.
The more you do
it’s a retro look for you / I may now never attain.

This is my deciding moment. As a consequence doors open. I’m auto-electrocuted.

And that’s good, because I snuck across the catalysts. (It’s what I’m good at, wearing pajamas as weapons.)
My plan thus converts to the meantime. So you detect I’m pretending to be a spontaneous asshole, intimidating death.
The playbill is the same, drumming and decisive. Fat lips, usually wet. Brainy syncopation to a turn.

(It needs me.) It’s a lovely trade.

Couples are not the perk here.
They’re not that easy.
Heaven is abstract in the heart with its egg drop of credos, from which large scale dull instruments are tossed.
The narrative arc remakes itself elusive
matter / often we come through in polite forms like holes of the
universe, throwing out samples on Earth ..
Hand-me-downs like us are not deconstruction.

So this is a cut. For a moment I stared at the door. Seconds later I was reconnected.

How was it to score the soundtrack for a sequel not put into treatments much less made? You and other investors must get offended?
There’s nothing linear going on. Everyone knows that.
Unless you want to.


Been reading about accelerating destruction in the Amazon. A chunk the size of Rhode Island burnt down each year. This buckaroo practice results in rich farmland that’s productive for about four or five years. After that, the soil turns into dust and sand.
Carports for the farmers, then, are an interim step. Dust when it rains becomes haze and steam the color of moist illusion, bubble-like.
You were in the settlement.
We were sitting there, and
I made a joke about it.. how
it doesn’t dovetail: time,
one minute running out

faster than some other time in front
it catches up to.
That way, I said,
there can be no waste.
Waste is virtually in the settlement.

To come back for a few hours to
the present subject, a painting,
looking like it was being seen, half-
turned around, slightly moist, reading us.
We met at a fashion party, possibilities in extremes.
A couple of days reveling in delirium, haunting grimness. Breaking the ice.
That carport could be the fucking beachhead steaming for real, along with amalgamated events that are summarized best, perhaps, in this question I’ve been asking myself?
Doctors approved the utility of lingerie,
throwing us a softball, a good idea until there’s
another focus.

Sex toys are a good idea; until
I went broke I was indebted
to them.

In one direction the focus
is lost. It’s scary (testy
at first, blasé and bored)

yet there are comic possibilities
as dreams seem to
be saying. Another focus
is adolescence. We power

our own, mounting a bait
and switch to chalk up the board.
One feels like an editor / coach in a new bloodbath of witty planning.
Do as wits imply.
Smarts don’t matter. They’re laying themselves off.


Start loud. Like this is Stu, the last emperor. Come back.
I’m taking notes, a fan of halfway intimacy.
There you go, star spiritualist.
Let’s cobble together fill in the blank.
Getting ahead of the message. Food, gas, lodging.
My cohort flock to benefits.
(Plural, right.) Dad puppets look at me and shrug.

They go to Google and it gets to know them thru symbolism

Giving them something beautifully made — they’ll be taken up on their offer.

In a footloose backwash good posture and money go down together.
A colonel-general. What a night. No problem
Erasing the storied narrative,
Baseline coherence that were normal, believable

Then that,

Waking up, hay-feverish, stuffed-up spirit
Standing far off across
Yours, just considering

In the era or epoch of fake announcement..
That’s what I would be making — if I were to talk to you
Even a mote so that waking can go away

To keep from you forever
Nothing, seen forever.
Engaging a nonlinear oddball, we have no issues. Who are we. Who is the oddball. Does the oddball come between us. Probably.

Rare flutes in drizzle
shining from sight:
The canyons lift, lukewarm and seaweed soft. The Colorado splish.
Splash. Future purchases are burning up.
Why was Obamacare designed to fail? Thank you from 2017 to Joseph Lieberman, 2009. As a ‘matter of conscience’ he justified blocking a Senate vote on health care and insurance reforms.

Take politics down to its roots, kindling held in a quiet box on a cellar shelf.


We hardy knew Dionysius.

A flesh-eating virus attacked, aged him. We never forget and we do not forgive. Even tho we’re too fat to have insurance, our moms were always supportive. Viruses bring this on. The wind too. Boo is emphatic. Shivers of a sigh, I made messes all over the nestling ground to suit a creative purpose.

At least I have my integrity.
Let’s feed the appetite that picks up from nature “to express things ... as they are when one sees them without remembering having looked at them.” Committed to formal blocking in stagecraft, maintaining an indomitable temperament, your seniority evaporates as a textual refuge where nature, our last line, can draw attention as an ironic condition, a peripheral attraction.

To be objective and lack will.

An incident unveiled as ambition.

A dharma of the windmill against power to
reënter the Style You’re Sick Of.
What are meta-resonators for but to effect command over and about stuff we’re uncertain or we don’t want to get that serious about / over? There’s nothing but an eyeblush of this over and about on the day it seems a desperate measure, and in reckless hands.

Feeling a depth charge covering your lips with un-despairing I can’t contain.
Language is spoken better where it’s taught. While you’re at it
sing out and fudge your correspondence. Then get off your resonance
and offer joint ventures in which you promote your events!
Professor, this ballad of how especially the ivory tower is under entrepreneurial influence
— it’s a hair shy of failure as a tune or concession

 to breaching ergonomics — all of it.
You know — maybe it’s more than me,

Things, myself, lots to hide

And cannot or not, and I’m me too


You’re turning me on.

There’s an interlude for doing anything after work. Smiling,
“Take notes,” you said. You were speaking of love as you forced mine
from the inside.

I miss the walled city where you looked up when we reached this
step. Try to remain calm. I’m going to talk you down.

We’ll be riding through a labyrinth of people movers. Not much is known about them. (Ok,
you there? Bye.) We’ll take the stairs, because the elevators refuse to go down
with people in them.
I cannot stress enough
we’re suspicious of wormholes, tho

I never use tone shifting during a blizzard.
The boat’s cortex held out. Together.

For what party in sleep?
The colors had been of Q-tips & smoke. I could pick you up, take a day off
                  from where everyone is

standing w/

you — physical & prime from the stress of the rat race

                 & security IF

I have ideas to play w/ in the pluperfect...

& someone else I can be.. w/ / w/out you.

Really, we get down to realty
In a bucket? Filled with cash bags! I can see some pulleys ..

A smoking outline that subdues us
edging our blond manes that distract scoutmasters.

Everyone has to wipe off while, boo,
you’re impersonating a folk guitarist I outgrew,

So now you want to spend it all while you can,
floating to eke out an ornate living
In a snow-globe, thankful for one small chest-hair.
And there I’ll leave it top of the scout manual ...

Monkeys are ironic. They can’t help it.


All this repetition is an interdiscipline ahead of patterned, glimmering haze surrounding powerful men, dating converts; you know, the level of glamorous self regard here is high, gnarly. If all we do is seduce and note conquests, we’re counterpoints. We lose austere joys, cloud dogma, sculpture perpetrated out of the wiry, scentless comfort, breathing in spring is coming over the skies. Scentless discomfort, too.
Speaking as minimum payment, you’re my business.
“I heard talent, beauty, money come by their own right; by your putting them to the test they take ‘full effect’

— “when you recall Lacan (a lust bucket) read Lacan from the start, it seems mathematical to think about both of us favorably, tho programmers have fierce redesigns for our self-abasement.”

So this was a manageable edit. “That’s as close as they have to our pulse.”

That’s what it reads over one entrance. To pull it together, total anonymity makes the inside disappear and what’s left — you and I can go right in.
The cosmos in Part 2 is unwilling to go far, this way or that, a plywood-and-particulates object flying in time where light is produced by nonstop heat.
Let me grab my pen and clamber over to the iconic network... you’re right.. this isn’t the mammoth book club for me! Before everything expires we’ll try praying in all directions and improve math skills for our subscribers’ sexual satisfaction... as your whole throat pivots from joking around to a ringing of attention-grabbing hysteria.
The cosmos in Part 1 is unexplained.

In the mental part, covert specialists use tightly wound differences in expression to gain advantage for incriminating thoughts. Their goal is to march with humanists halfway — paternalism indulged through wisecracks; but most others, wayward humanists, we render as divas, idiots in the minority and they take the bullets; why?
I use bigger words than you,
The spring towers, the moon in autumn —


I might happily have lived in another state
Standing in neoplatonic darkness. A white bike
To follow any path out /

A green thumb trying to paint and cover
Dabs of marine titanium that oscillates
Blurring the root truth for up to an hour —

Inky smoke releasing a genocidal collage of screens, like
Thinking in waves agitated, reproached, disappeared
In drumming opinions and worst practices —

so that service requested goes off the board.
We never talk about words until it hurts. What a general restatement! as we work around functional emotions & this much-traveled rehab of affects.

Hooray.. There’s a hint of falsetto. Shields up. I just missed the last place you look. Stay with me. Never stop exploring. Turn here.
This is the islet I was going to take you to; it lifts, lukewarm, tender. Splash. Preaching to the tenor choir, I love what we do together.
The carbon steel of all day never dimmed
Second after blasted second.
If you don’t look directly my way, into my face —
I can’t give it to you.
At fight camp you wear wet marks under your shirt — there you go — sent,
Slotted for long scream divisions raising heads and
Lines of argument stampede out bourn in heartbeats .. bright debate
Drawing boundaries along dark areas of youthful propaganda. And ..
.. owing to your interest, this won’t constitute a date.
Or only one of many as noted by spreading the plan.
In vain a head transplant brings on the knowledge affect where cloud equivalents prosper on a narrow isthmus, watching the seasons float in willpower.


Weight loss by design. Classification = evolutionary collisions =
Their work multiplied by adapted preferences in a judiciary vapor.
You think transparent rhetoric all-purpose, all calm, never resolved,
Because you’re only one sailor and one swab

In a climate of drumming opinions and best practices —
Your bacchanalia are talked up while slotted in —

Sailor tattooed with an addiction to visceral consequence — swab
Reigning over Proustian project boards, cost curves, sailor.
Post-cogency, you still doing that? That’s what’s oblong about sadness,
the real overhead. Lost time, money. A sky of ice cubes for what party in sleep? I'll
take sherry Pepsi. And just the sardines.
The cat owner in me is unknown to me,
permeates me. Consequences...

Lost time is sawed off and doing better.

A heedless apparatchik, I came to my critical senses, after (to strum the alert).
Modulating the self raises the stakes
according to types of daring.

Don’t smolder, show us
a simple skill.

This is god’s country. I don’t know why it’s not winning.
Kites: pinky juicy crisp
Space parlance —

The language predates motto handicraft and canned vibration
Slithery waxed down toward our bumbled abstentions.

Life is better, a few times
Looking broke with pencil marks across gessoed

Pearls — trance police, a hex video
On top various un-invented heights.
Secretary of defense weeps over a condolence note...

No one writes like this, totally cool — it’s wonderful.


1/2 crumpet
charges the total. No I’m kidding.

The breed you’re acquiring fakes you out big time —
large stairwells mesh yet go nowhere —
between you and expulsion, a gaping hole. A ‘nervous’ tic.

There’s efficacy in speaking clearly, gesturing, knitting your brow now
— one enzyme waking up isolated, it seems
slinky. I watched it and it spayed me.
Here’s another invidious comparison. Confucian poetry, unlike most of ours, deliberately chooses lexical anchors that can be rapidly translated to other languages (and cultures). This appears limiting since the deliberation is a constraint, for most of us. Nonetheless, the strategy presumes no hip readership to follow the broadly universal meanings. (Historically the cool presumption is encapsuled by the universal — coolness segregated within the hegemonic radius over the long run, clocking in with a short (2, 1, close to minus and counting) shelf life for the art product and reception. The surface warrant to the comparison, perhaps: Overspecification evolves into ‘period’ quaintness.
Back in the day when the fair-minded had complex appetites,
when pragma-morphism brainstormed about innocence

— in the larger context there was no recidivism to fashion.
About innocence is a meta proposition
Dante nibbled, in mumbled tones... under a huge, ampersand-shade of grace.

There was a terrific wine list — and that made for
cocktail perfusions. He had at strangers shedding their catwalk ambiguity.

And we’re moving back to then, wearing only raiment emotions, passing drinks around —

That’s not just a cherished, blame-the-victimy idea pushed into the text to make it current.
The current is baroque with — and about — democracy.
Let’s compost for a mo.

The crisis is now. Form is not an
object but activity, explosions
funneling a non-hegemonic pulsation — and due to substitution
Gustave Flaubert haunts this

beside your double vanity, while keeping fit ...
On the run, playing with tonalities, how funny you are..
There are bass chords you kept inside.
Between descriptions, silence a periphery.

No way to describe — much less rhyme — hiding on the loose.

Hiding loosely?

Arriviste chords loose in the air wonder how high an apartment we can get.


Ratty chain coffee; hideous poems. Bloated officials;
hideous poems. Restless sixty-year-olds; retread malware;
pedigreed art; hideous poems. Untaxed elites; hideous
poems. Safe sex; relaxed midcentury decor; hideous poems.
Open-necked business attire; democracy in dance; satire of the informed; hideous poems.
Entertainment business models; Kean dynasty; hideous poems. Fact into
fiction; hideous poems. Vice versa.

Blatantly careless, docile or not, seems the new daring..
I have no idea it was handed to me..
The deliberate downgrading of the presidency
More than fair warning —
We should see an immaculate, engaged shake of the hand
To thank the audience, the body electorate,
So we learn that or relearn it.