To a chapel goer
A warning looms to live on
next season, the most idle of 5.
The fiscal thrill of your sorts.
Your will bending lives.
I never imagined keeping count
but it’s on my list. My list of lists.
8/31/17
To be unmarried
Where the sky went:
There’s a benign debate — where brightness bore in, grateful prenuptials stampede out,
Drawing bonds along dark zones of propaganda.
And owing to your interest... this won’t constitute a holy day, merely a sacrament.
Or only one of many noted by a crowd of flutists aft.
My terms are to settle down through the evening. Your proud examples
Gain longterm advantage spreading the launch. Imprisoning refinement for definitives until.
Where the sky went:
There’s a benign debate — where brightness bore in, grateful prenuptials stampede out,
Drawing bonds along dark zones of propaganda.
And owing to your interest... this won’t constitute a holy day, merely a sacrament.
Or only one of many noted by a crowd of flutists aft.
My terms are to settle down through the evening. Your proud examples
Gain longterm advantage spreading the launch. Imprisoning refinement for definitives until.
Morphology covers all bets. Scars are luxury goods.
Drapery, French, Italian, English varieties, completes these sentiments. Yet never over stays.
What’s next? I am a crescent metal, easy to pick up, feed and embrace after climate changes. Before that,
to find Fra Angelico innocuous you’re as blind and innocent as any promise keeper.
A stupid promise keeper that housebreaks within almost any sentence ..
.. that’s a bad idea of particularity. Unlike unemployment among household heads, subsequent foreclosures = the largest causes of forcing children into poverty. Which is a true sentence that feels incomplete.
Drapery, French, Italian, English varieties, completes these sentiments. Yet never over stays.
What’s next? I am a crescent metal, easy to pick up, feed and embrace after climate changes. Before that,
to find Fra Angelico innocuous you’re as blind and innocent as any promise keeper.
A stupid promise keeper that housebreaks within almost any sentence ..
.. that’s a bad idea of particularity. Unlike unemployment among household heads, subsequent foreclosures = the largest causes of forcing children into poverty. Which is a true sentence that feels incomplete.
8/30/17
Barrett Watten's Frame — “A chain link fence around a vacant lot filled with/ trash. As if a _____ were inside ..// A beam of sunlight refracted by a prism/ makes a display.// Until language is only relation-and we are/ being spoken in a dream.”
Trash is egghead poetics, here boiled down beneath better trash that has a value P (portent) inside, spoken sotto voce stipulating processed conditions (P) to make up — practice making perfect sleep time.
Transition Days. Disabused of crayons to create a hint of scalability, one's first step. Leaking or semi-announcing utopic content, replacing the sleep we witness on escalators.
Go to the next line.
Trash is egghead poetics, here boiled down beneath better trash that has a value P (portent) inside, spoken sotto voce stipulating processed conditions (P) to make up — practice making perfect sleep time.
Transition Days. Disabused of crayons to create a hint of scalability, one's first step. Leaking or semi-announcing utopic content, replacing the sleep we witness on escalators.
Go to the next line.
Hey Siri (British female).
It could be bye.
She spake plainly for a big hearted killer-
Darling. Morning
Reminding me once
Only your own revels meet you halfway, morning blurring promises in
An aftermath of any hiatus, letting your adages cool.
Is this a document or did I make it up?
Another question. Smelling coffee gasses a decimal of
Where should I hurt?
Once and be done.
It could be bye.
She spake plainly for a big hearted killer-
Darling. Morning
Reminding me once
Only your own revels meet you halfway, morning blurring promises in
An aftermath of any hiatus, letting your adages cool.
Is this a document or did I make it up?
Another question. Smelling coffee gasses a decimal of
Where should I hurt?
Once and be done.
8/29/17
116: Someone’s missing. Cabs are scarce at this hour I guess. No?
I’m in no hurry. No alterations.
There are three pleasure substitutes. Here’s one, an itch to have at your consciousness. The tide stands in rain.
A frayed weather pattern is second and last, I admit the context’s normative, blushing with its lil song of guts and neurons no man ever loved —
After Side A deflections accrue. There’s the animal that needs you.
I’m expecting something.
I’m Aldo.
No, y,ou are.
I’m in no hurry. No alterations.
There are three pleasure substitutes. Here’s one, an itch to have at your consciousness. The tide stands in rain.
A frayed weather pattern is second and last, I admit the context’s normative, blushing with its lil song of guts and neurons no man ever loved —
After Side A deflections accrue. There’s the animal that needs you.
I’m expecting something.
I’m Aldo.
No, y,ou are.
I’m earning a doctorate in time studies.
A blank verse opera.
I keep my mouth shut & listen,
Escalating with all my parts to inhabit received logic.
I’m retracing what I think I see, I’m
For concentrating on song colors, naming obvious finds,
Pushing the most obvious among broken parts,
The self-defiant.
My cologne is — or my drink is — Siesta
Leaving me in states of redefinition...
A blank verse opera.
I keep my mouth shut & listen,
Escalating with all my parts to inhabit received logic.
I’m retracing what I think I see, I’m
For concentrating on song colors, naming obvious finds,
Pushing the most obvious among broken parts,
The self-defiant.
My cologne is — or my drink is — Siesta
Leaving me in states of redefinition...
North American atheism as a quad of hope
we never come across et tu a parabola intersects,
a pedigree. Burroughs’ gestures are precise. Bright monied eyes.
Sins tell the story.
Sparkling motifs climb down
— there’s a new quad-underground
— we — some of us — avoid it. Beauty’s veil. Hardly objective,
but a big badge realignment is authentic now,
hyper-rufflers juxtaposed by an advanced sport.
So let’s start with comfortable rectangular lascivious shapes,
“And all things turn to fair that eyes
can see!”
we never come across et tu a parabola intersects,
a pedigree. Burroughs’ gestures are precise. Bright monied eyes.
Sins tell the story.
Sparkling motifs climb down
— there’s a new quad-underground
— we — some of us — avoid it. Beauty’s veil. Hardly objective,
but a big badge realignment is authentic now,
hyper-rufflers juxtaposed by an advanced sport.
So let’s start with comfortable rectangular lascivious shapes,
“And all things turn to fair that eyes
can see!”
8/28/17
This sentence’s one constant is
a computer lies naked on my chest.
Dibs on any heat, clammy & pink
on the brink of aspects vanished in air.
Macbook ‘aspects’ conquering the molluscs, our
memory of the moment lost
more to desires, a hill that’s not
a hill, a gaze upon the sun leading to a word
that’s not a sentence.
a computer lies naked on my chest.
Dibs on any heat, clammy & pink
on the brink of aspects vanished in air.
Macbook ‘aspects’ conquering the molluscs, our
memory of the moment lost
more to desires, a hill that’s not
a hill, a gaze upon the sun leading to a word
that’s not a sentence.
We’re released into the water supply. Globe-trotters. Kissers, both cheeks. In the heights curls are back. Bells in heaven. My eyebrow arched and I gasped.
In architect years this is an old crisis, fallen and liberated by the carpentry of reading sensory input as the doctor’s tongue worked in circles. Then he darted in. I realized tension was flying from my face, dull and throbbing.
In architect years this is an old crisis, fallen and liberated by the carpentry of reading sensory input as the doctor’s tongue worked in circles. Then he darted in. I realized tension was flying from my face, dull and throbbing.
Louisiana: East of Eden: That time of year with smarter definition.
How’s that if your electricity is out and your phone’s no good?
We needed smarter drywall too, to excite the twilight in the west,
ferns and moss growing other side after sunset, every-
thing about the yield blowing in its whereabouts
news that seals up all the rest
of perpetual unitary joy...
It must expire.
I liked getting you to this point nourished by discovery.
How’s that if your electricity is out and your phone’s no good?
We needed smarter drywall too, to excite the twilight in the west,
ferns and moss growing other side after sunset, every-
thing about the yield blowing in its whereabouts
news that seals up all the rest
of perpetual unitary joy...
It must expire.
I liked getting you to this point nourished by discovery.
You applied for pharmaceutical assistance, an oscillation gelatin called
Sparkling Affront. Nothing more or less than forgetting
our place in the secret order of failure. We
left a lavish record of a male-female hush-hush from hand to fingers
to mouth: in epic hock to our hips.
You’ll earn points.
Our temperature raises the magnitude of repetitions
into a shriveled median in the after-life or its meandering
dissolution...
Sparkling Affront. Nothing more or less than forgetting
our place in the secret order of failure. We
left a lavish record of a male-female hush-hush from hand to fingers
to mouth: in epic hock to our hips.
You’ll earn points.
Our temperature raises the magnitude of repetitions
into a shriveled median in the after-life or its meandering
dissolution...
8/27/17
Photons rebuild the world, leaping out of windows
Moving in our direction with startling humility and alacrity..
Here I am as genealogies of specialists file off.
Rebuilding requires verbs tied to esthetics that numb.
I’m the underdog here, emotionally maligned, an amalgam channel
-ing of normality, sleep, hope that bear repeating.
Photons. Can we turn to steel?
Moving in our direction with startling humility and alacrity..
Here I am as genealogies of specialists file off.
Rebuilding requires verbs tied to esthetics that numb.
I’m the underdog here, emotionally maligned, an amalgam channel
-ing of normality, sleep, hope that bear repeating.
Photons. Can we turn to steel?
With our 1st stab at socialism
technology kept humming to Aristotelian extremes. The cigar with its plantations. A manageable stretch from there to when you left, even while I ruled out the 90 yards between us.
You hadn’t left a name, either. But I stood closer, on your side, always wrong. And I should know. I had to know. It came pouring out, dazzling the lighting thereof and beyond, moving forward filling empty business speak around the table.
A simple interim for you, pushing up and out.
You hadn’t left a name, either. But I stood closer, on your side, always wrong. And I should know. I had to know. It came pouring out, dazzling the lighting thereof and beyond, moving forward filling empty business speak around the table.
A simple interim for you, pushing up and out.
Like Molière, I was born with a Euro-face. After success as a child, I interpreted these looks in two layers of sleep relief, speaking for us both.
Alien favors percolate if you diet and exercise while budding relationships are frontiers. We want a space made up of excellence in the air between unruly manes and confabs with bookies (publishers). We’ll keep a moth-hole sweatsuit or two as foils to untried financial identities.
Alien favors percolate if you diet and exercise while budding relationships are frontiers. We want a space made up of excellence in the air between unruly manes and confabs with bookies (publishers). We’ll keep a moth-hole sweatsuit or two as foils to untried financial identities.
We’re in no hurry
Staring at the sun? ..expecting something.
There’s no good time to get sun, that’s a tragedy.
Right about here we want clarity on motives, the delivery seems un/pinched..
slightly ..a chance of showers, now, in a long silence we mosey on;
Standing in rain assumes we are scattered. Next the sun is shining, nipping, filing matter, spinning, capturing the dress casual of our meaning it but keeping it / adding it up in double overtime to end over time.
Staring at the sun? ..expecting something.
There’s no good time to get sun, that’s a tragedy.
Right about here we want clarity on motives, the delivery seems un/pinched..
slightly ..a chance of showers, now, in a long silence we mosey on;
Standing in rain assumes we are scattered. Next the sun is shining, nipping, filing matter, spinning, capturing the dress casual of our meaning it but keeping it / adding it up in double overtime to end over time.
8/26/17
O ouch.
I’m not sorry. You’re available to anyone.
This is my first try in three dimensions.
There were more debris balls thrown so we ordered an atemporal zone of grace
— w/ the emancipatory normality of curiosity, kindhearted proof —
Set it to limitless, w/ its winners & losers, one of you for me.
I’m not sorry. You’re available to anyone.
This is my first try in three dimensions.
There were more debris balls thrown so we ordered an atemporal zone of grace
— w/ the emancipatory normality of curiosity, kindhearted proof —
Set it to limitless, w/ its winners & losers, one of you for me.
I hear Carol Breakdown is hard to get. Hard to take.
Takes substance and breadth — not at this end;
the going price is any / all of your audacious desire
(your eyes = my knowledge, may I)? Reversed decisions rotating surf, mercurial quanta
Shift, soft, whispered — Breakdown could occur. You’ll want circles and circuits redressing
The boat’s cortex / constant attention to holding out to
Say when. Pulse, how did you say when? There’s a form of learning ..
A level of breathing and telling tell together, thrive.
Takes substance and breadth — not at this end;
the going price is any / all of your audacious desire
(your eyes = my knowledge, may I)? Reversed decisions rotating surf, mercurial quanta
Shift, soft, whispered — Breakdown could occur. You’ll want circles and circuits redressing
The boat’s cortex / constant attention to holding out to
Say when. Pulse, how did you say when? There’s a form of learning ..
A level of breathing and telling tell together, thrive.
Antarctic decor:
I lost my nonfaith underground,
I should be writing this down.
I try not to be thoughtful.
Duly of course not sounded —
I’m writing for one reason, to sound an alarm (like a big panic light),
the rust about to be torn down, the danger of rising temperatures; they did —
Side streets extend to available weather, to the power grid;
Razed, rain’s over, its light flow an oily example.
I lost my nonfaith underground,
I should be writing this down.
I try not to be thoughtful.
Duly of course not sounded —
I’m writing for one reason, to sound an alarm (like a big panic light),
the rust about to be torn down, the danger of rising temperatures; they did —
Side streets extend to available weather, to the power grid;
Razed, rain’s over, its light flow an oily example.
I can’t make it. We’re staying in.
We can’t always gather this way but we do.
New wilderness tracing a wistful landscape, hum-vacuumed, cuddling escalations in body movement, ledgers of age. The brilliant live on in one mis-phrase, a word, and they always have, fudging abasement in a clean confinement serving a purpose within supernumerary states of being (confined).
We can’t always gather this way but we do.
New wilderness tracing a wistful landscape, hum-vacuumed, cuddling escalations in body movement, ledgers of age. The brilliant live on in one mis-phrase, a word, and they always have, fudging abasement in a clean confinement serving a purpose within supernumerary states of being (confined).
8/25/17
A nutcase with an exploding cigar spins around saying, I’ve been watching you. I spent decades as a stealth pathologist performing autopsies on ‘live people.’ My relationships are mostly strung out on sofa sectionals of pulverized dots —
He tells me I know this place better than my own bedroom, seeing he knows what I mean.
He tells me I know this place better than my own bedroom, seeing he knows what I mean.
I’m between hopeless and rebuking evolution. That’s boy talk.
Hemi or semi —
orphaned like Francesca as-is...
Make-glad scene-makers or martial artists, music critics, or proud old squares
(whatever you want) barnstorming swift-footed through the biosphere to eclipse career obstacles.
A 2nd Josh placed the sardine just so on Francesca’s bread, and continued work on his, many of the same images back in his mind (Largo di Bracciani), at the start where his rich quote-end-quote mother left him in the care of whiners in a sorry season of wretchedness.
Hemi or semi —
orphaned like Francesca as-is...
Make-glad scene-makers or martial artists, music critics, or proud old squares
(whatever you want) barnstorming swift-footed through the biosphere to eclipse career obstacles.
A 2nd Josh placed the sardine just so on Francesca’s bread, and continued work on his, many of the same images back in his mind (Largo di Bracciani), at the start where his rich quote-end-quote mother left him in the care of whiners in a sorry season of wretchedness.
Failures in love fell behind, heinous, antique, never in 2 places enough needing permission, shuttered, untainted & bleak, drear, just dumb.
Translations = ‘live serious & young.’
‘articles have been written on the topic of’ = ‘long-lived, still this croaks’ ;
‘snow falling backwards’ = Ack! s’up(?) / course untainted ;
‘the world of secrets is its own’ = pattern to succeeding circumstance.
Translations = ‘live serious & young.’
‘articles have been written on the topic of’ = ‘long-lived, still this croaks’ ;
‘snow falling backwards’ = Ack! s’up(?) / course untainted ;
‘the world of secrets is its own’ = pattern to succeeding circumstance.
If I could write...
The 10 impulses exist in an age to come. Come or tomb? Faces, lies.
Stevens would have lies cut off stubs stretched down in the landscape..
I do not think from a scorned point of view. By design we open our front door and see what politics didn’t do. The shortest path ignited by havoc, honest and exhausted people. From it’s-not-the-same-now to the science of celebration — their betrayal is addictive, seamless abandon.
That insight gives one the strength to make oneself at home, stay there, yours alive ameliorating. One no longer feels naked, no gaps or overlaps in one’s silence yellowing with age; all one commands is weeping, glowing back and forth mistily across an immense daze, half of it waxing with the plump tesselation adorned along mortal circumstance.
Stevens would have lies cut off stubs stretched down in the landscape..
I do not think from a scorned point of view. By design we open our front door and see what politics didn’t do. The shortest path ignited by havoc, honest and exhausted people. From it’s-not-the-same-now to the science of celebration — their betrayal is addictive, seamless abandon.
That insight gives one the strength to make oneself at home, stay there, yours alive ameliorating. One no longer feels naked, no gaps or overlaps in one’s silence yellowing with age; all one commands is weeping, glowing back and forth mistily across an immense daze, half of it waxing with the plump tesselation adorned along mortal circumstance.
1. Looking back I think commuter bike paths tamper with green space,
setting up shelves of planning a woman’s face.
2. I soon forgot the meaning of not acquainted.
Coming clean about adulthood (ubi sunt) is a neat precipice.
The surface is music twisting intellectually, in shorthand, gilding the object ..
You and I occupy where we come around the corner from.
Duh duly rounded.
Men’s eyes first created doting.
3. Nice but not binding. That can’t stand for best practice —
not while the restless recover from numbness :
(Their dying to please paid better, pays at once) —
setting up shelves of planning a woman’s face.
2. I soon forgot the meaning of not acquainted.
Coming clean about adulthood (ubi sunt) is a neat precipice.
The surface is music twisting intellectually, in shorthand, gilding the object ..
You and I occupy where we come around the corner from.
Duh duly rounded.
Men’s eyes first created doting.
3. Nice but not binding. That can’t stand for best practice —
not while the restless recover from numbness :
(Their dying to please paid better, pays at once) —
8/24/17
Bernie Sanders pleaded and had more to express: To vote is a rite of federalism.
Voices in our heads are paranormal. How far is it to the casino? .
.
There is a civilizing process to space the perfect ceremony .
.
Entered into by spotting it first. .
.
Before the kill, yoga’s fantastic. You complain I’m brusque. It’s urgent. . .
Social justice is in a pickle. Who isn’t?
Voices in our heads are paranormal. How far is it to the casino? .
.
There is a civilizing process to space the perfect ceremony .
.
Entered into by spotting it first. .
.
Before the kill, yoga’s fantastic. You complain I’m brusque. It’s urgent. . .
Social justice is in a pickle. Who isn’t?
Unable to help you play a single practical joke, Adam & Eve hadn’t spoken for months, having found direction and refinement backstage of a ‘construction zone’ perforated by mirrors, swindles, procedural lunges toward more praxes and pranks. You said you had had it.
And you had. And something else ..
The one mistake by that boy ...
And you had. And something else ..
The one mistake by that boy ...
Here’s a foreboding sensation, a direction to step up and out, keeping one foot on the wing, the other in the fish’s gut...
The history of ideas is full of flying, theories of, science of. What happens is we are shackled at heart so that all our jets head for the spotlight that might have been.. shimmering on a mega-lens...
If you can wake up you should.
The history of ideas is full of flying, theories of, science of. What happens is we are shackled at heart so that all our jets head for the spotlight that might have been.. shimmering on a mega-lens...
If you can wake up you should.
8/23/17
A minute or more from seemly persuasion
Each year corrupts the ultra-field, tender stream, even rare slang
On the take; that aside, we’ll stick to truly literal cologne and the elder rules. Be funny and
comfortable is one.
The lighter second is also ornamental, has more or less fun. Insert / handkerchief.
Shave twice a week. Does your dad look happy never to hear of thee again?
What can we do without sex and their culture, genius, in huge hems?
Last, best, fair in love. I wanted to ask you about immaculate being, rondure and going out. / According to slung
Allegory, it’s called Our Taking Their Place.
Each year corrupts the ultra-field, tender stream, even rare slang
On the take; that aside, we’ll stick to truly literal cologne and the elder rules. Be funny and
comfortable is one.
The lighter second is also ornamental, has more or less fun. Insert / handkerchief.
Shave twice a week. Does your dad look happy never to hear of thee again?
What can we do without sex and their culture, genius, in huge hems?
Last, best, fair in love. I wanted to ask you about immaculate being, rondure and going out. / According to slung
Allegory, it’s called Our Taking Their Place.
Mr Pancake-for-a-Face questions, what’s a pill as a verb?
Dreamily subsisting
Halfway into a looser state, stiffed
Staying loose. The verb cuts you and your lineage off.
Now that’s done; good news tho
Since your mission is to balk then listen,
Not empower blithe and highly egotistical batboy girl men.
Two good words, highly too.
One pleasure then is borrowing sentences
To raise the rent.
Itemizing all bets, a swimming
Plateau = not finding hotter places to write off in.
Dissonant sports metaphors are for gullible allies, hon.
And I’ve had it with my thigh, the one you lift.
Dreamily subsisting
Halfway into a looser state, stiffed
Staying loose. The verb cuts you and your lineage off.
Now that’s done; good news tho
Since your mission is to balk then listen,
Not empower blithe and highly egotistical batboy girl men.
Two good words, highly too.
One pleasure then is borrowing sentences
To raise the rent.
Itemizing all bets, a swimming
Plateau = not finding hotter places to write off in.
Dissonant sports metaphors are for gullible allies, hon.
And I’ve had it with my thigh, the one you lift.
Should we have
a message?
We’re talking to what must
be figurative breakpoints with fate and fate’s consignments. Example:
Just kidding
empty messages remember nothing of detached
sensory esotericists.
Vault-loads of cash tho grant fame and no literal disapproval.
We have a message, Mr Fearsome..
A politic paranoia recommended for staying cruel and stable in an
emotional tri-level.
a message?
We’re talking to what must
be figurative breakpoints with fate and fate’s consignments. Example:
Just kidding
empty messages remember nothing of detached
sensory esotericists.
Vault-loads of cash tho grant fame and no literal disapproval.
We have a message, Mr Fearsome..
A politic paranoia recommended for staying cruel and stable in an
emotional tri-level.
8/22/17
Beginning to get the picture. Your flash is on the surface.
You taste of star anise ‘launching’ the latest OS in fertility: you wiggle like the borzoi
w/ backsliding wipe-outs & their aftermath:
trash-flashes we tautologize into cattle calls of glugging purity.
At least our calls’re in the area…
‘holding each other open’ ordaining our interpretive devices to
moan to the surface.
There may be many areas, too.
You taste of star anise ‘launching’ the latest OS in fertility: you wiggle like the borzoi
w/ backsliding wipe-outs & their aftermath:
trash-flashes we tautologize into cattle calls of glugging purity.
At least our calls’re in the area…
‘holding each other open’ ordaining our interpretive devices to
moan to the surface.
There may be many areas, too.
Any higher, they never snicker.
(There’s tighter discipline.
Then it’s said repetitive indiscretion goes too far
& some at mixed levels are more disposed
climbing into casual ritual, putting
their lives together getting & keeping down.)
For all my exes
may a zealous counterculture dart sweetly to life!
(There’s tighter discipline.
Then it’s said repetitive indiscretion goes too far
& some at mixed levels are more disposed
climbing into casual ritual, putting
their lives together getting & keeping down.)
For all my exes
may a zealous counterculture dart sweetly to life!
Bottoming out, your face is inside a very powerful camouflage (instructing us to use it). Your beauty and years.
There were balls of steam suspended in bacteria over our hands, discouraging others. (A boiling kettle contained prescriptions, it’s a guess.) Better now if we not digress but file out a shade apart to trail the other copycats.
At top the penis is everlovin-elastic to break a truth.
Heaven is in the heart with its egg drop of credos and documents, from which large scale dull instruments get tossed. False to me.
There were balls of steam suspended in bacteria over our hands, discouraging others. (A boiling kettle contained prescriptions, it’s a guess.) Better now if we not digress but file out a shade apart to trail the other copycats.
At top the penis is everlovin-elastic to break a truth.
Heaven is in the heart with its egg drop of credos and documents, from which large scale dull instruments get tossed. False to me.
Late amounts, a soundtrack with pulleys, leisure to sing... gazes overlaid
w/ speech you keep delaying. An investment vein to punch
your gravitation into helpless quibbles over commuter water.
Taut shortnesses of thought bubble to suspicions, you’re an emulation of a man
no way limping, standing up without sticking into turf, would you prove
choo! Uccello on his roof car unhinged, bartending! That’s your sound. If you stand
if you speak if you kerchief
are you keeping suspicion warm
to the bridge of your nerve?
w/ speech you keep delaying. An investment vein to punch
your gravitation into helpless quibbles over commuter water.
Taut shortnesses of thought bubble to suspicions, you’re an emulation of a man
no way limping, standing up without sticking into turf, would you prove
choo! Uccello on his roof car unhinged, bartending! That’s your sound. If you stand
if you speak if you kerchief
are you keeping suspicion warm
to the bridge of your nerve?
8/21/17
It’s pie 3 months before Thanksgiving.. To set yourself free through what you don’t know — that takes a kind of unfinished aplomb, needing practice and achieved overviews. The verbatim relishes living among a slew of lucky design orphans from an alien vicinity, busted out of place, in the wrong skin and age.
(Welcome home.)
(Welcome home.)
I’m earning a doctorate over time.
An interpretive opera.
I keep my mouth shut, listen,
Escalating with all my roles to inhabit received logic.
I’m retracing what I think I see, I’m
For concentrating on song colors, unnaming obvious sounds,
Pushing the most obvious among the broken arts,
The self-defiant.
My cologne is Siesta Later
Leaving me in states of redefinition.
An interpretive opera.
I keep my mouth shut, listen,
Escalating with all my roles to inhabit received logic.
I’m retracing what I think I see, I’m
For concentrating on song colors, unnaming obvious sounds,
Pushing the most obvious among the broken arts,
The self-defiant.
My cologne is Siesta Later
Leaving me in states of redefinition.
There’s a cool but thoroughly staged oral tradition that’s like trail mix, so rhetorically honey-sealed and narratively palatable anyone with a few years of good high school English can have in.
It’s clear long jumps and pull-ups in tone signify irony and distance about food prep and galley stainless.
The gestalt is to flare up yet relax a while, stay urbanely offhand and sound normal, not superior in any obvious way.
I’ve been saving a few hours for you. Do hang on.
We have no boundaries and can go no further even in unendurable weather.
A dictionary of Indo-European roots lists derivatives for gno = know, can, cunning, ken, kith, kin, uncouth, notice, notify, notion, notorious, cognition, recognize, connoisseur, quaint(?), ignore, noble (known, knowable), gnomon (diagnosis, prognosis), narrate (from Latin gnarrare); & these less ‘probable’ links = note, annotate, norm, abnormal, enormous.
Poets, I guess, know this, so someone’s dismissal of another's work by shrug / hum is unclear thinking, a mark of unknowing. Patterns of dismissal show a settlement of ignorance. Ignorance comes easy, tho, among conservatives like me. First is not reading. I won’t buy the book, if given the book, I’ll sell it. Second, there’s reading just to find a formal quality (scanning?). Can I do this? What’s the vocabulary like? This reveals a poco inquisitiveness, but it’s all about willful typecasting, bracketing in other words streamlined for not reading further. For face to face ignorance, there’s not listening or not listening much or listening to find an opening for my chance to speak (hey do you like what I do?). Hanging around other egos like mine is just not fun, unless, of course, there are compensating abnormalities.
What I want are noble communities of uncouth poets who not only notice one another but stay awake & narrate Oh. If it’s abnormally sweet, you’ll be the first to know.
— drafted 2003
A dictionary of Indo-European roots lists derivatives for gno = know, can, cunning, ken, kith, kin, uncouth, notice, notify, notion, notorious, cognition, recognize, connoisseur, quaint(?), ignore, noble (known, knowable), gnomon (diagnosis, prognosis), narrate (from Latin gnarrare); & these less ‘probable’ links = note, annotate, norm, abnormal, enormous.
Poets, I guess, know this, so someone’s dismissal of another's work by shrug / hum is unclear thinking, a mark of unknowing. Patterns of dismissal show a settlement of ignorance. Ignorance comes easy, tho, among conservatives like me. First is not reading. I won’t buy the book, if given the book, I’ll sell it. Second, there’s reading just to find a formal quality (scanning?). Can I do this? What’s the vocabulary like? This reveals a poco inquisitiveness, but it’s all about willful typecasting, bracketing in other words streamlined for not reading further. For face to face ignorance, there’s not listening or not listening much or listening to find an opening for my chance to speak (hey do you like what I do?). Hanging around other egos like mine is just not fun, unless, of course, there are compensating abnormalities.
What I want are noble communities of uncouth poets who not only notice one another but stay awake & narrate Oh. If it’s abnormally sweet, you’ll be the first to know.
— drafted 2003
I added frontal motion to those looks that intimidate, m’lord.
Visual surprise comes with an infrequent snow flake or volcano ember
floating at nose level. That’s cool — I’m creamed just for sleeping with you, blackmailed..
wandering into the new wrong theater guild
chopped into little squares of hypnotic drumming
and massive parallel vistas projecting smiles and learning
showing up invisibly. Involuntary. Libido.
Visual surprise comes with an infrequent snow flake or volcano ember
floating at nose level. That’s cool — I’m creamed just for sleeping with you, blackmailed..
wandering into the new wrong theater guild
chopped into little squares of hypnotic drumming
and massive parallel vistas projecting smiles and learning
showing up invisibly. Involuntary. Libido.
8/20/17
Nonviolence resolutions have been approved. This is the place for airborne definitions. Here you find remuted meaning, good as gossip to evade a “mixed remuting strategy” to partner with whom, exactly?
O Headwaiters..
I have a steady girl now. I have rage stamped inside. I keep it everywhere inside
everywhere. Coordinates
everywhere...
everywhere..
O rockets to further research.
— O bailiff, be this...
Sung. A first poem.
O Headwaiters..
I have a steady girl now. I have rage stamped inside. I keep it everywhere inside
everywhere. Coordinates
everywhere...
everywhere..
O rockets to further research.
— O bailiff, be this...
Sung. A first poem.
I had the idea surviving —
vibrant feelings on a moving day
washed in over time — (if we need one)
What do you need now and for what?
Does it matter, that light and grey question?
Do you test, tease, defame to get the best?
I ducked his punch, closed the distance.
I told him, no, I want to bolt. Add a little piece
in today’s Times calling Merce Cunningham’s
choreography Democracy in Action. A refreshing run around
the clique-minded,
there are Cunningham’s last figurines / their aptness in transit
when pragma-morphism brainstorms over noncombatants,
absent zest vapors make-shifted to pulp —
vibrant feelings on a moving day
washed in over time — (if we need one)
What do you need now and for what?
Does it matter, that light and grey question?
Do you test, tease, defame to get the best?
I ducked his punch, closed the distance.
I told him, no, I want to bolt. Add a little piece
in today’s Times calling Merce Cunningham’s
choreography Democracy in Action. A refreshing run around
the clique-minded,
there are Cunningham’s last figurines / their aptness in transit
when pragma-morphism brainstorms over noncombatants,
absent zest vapors make-shifted to pulp —
With every rallentando I feel cleaner, more nondenominational than ever
Now a little drunk I look up at elm crocuses fighting odor, climbing the trunk.
It’s air apparent. I feel cleaner with you. Clearer in noble gas and flux. I do.
Molecules will sue
You — they’ll sue us both for our goals and coral glow —
What a snit! Apart from love I am ashamed now
Breaking up with you feels like getting tested for flu ...
You and I in slow, we hope, radon decay
Torched with prayer.
Now a little drunk I look up at elm crocuses fighting odor, climbing the trunk.
It’s air apparent. I feel cleaner with you. Clearer in noble gas and flux. I do.
Molecules will sue
You — they’ll sue us both for our goals and coral glow —
What a snit! Apart from love I am ashamed now
Breaking up with you feels like getting tested for flu ...
You and I in slow, we hope, radon decay
Torched with prayer.
8/19/17
Adam made 10,000 mistakes — and won’t ‘correlate’ the enormity of it, since evolutionists even now are running back to his bedside to hear more about causality —
Yet the context’s unlocked, to no ideology hewn. I’m
Eve, off Adam’s rib, a financial planner ahead of my time.
I’m still not finished, she says.
We can spot them both as atheoretical elaborators, since they spoke first.
Yet the context’s unlocked, to no ideology hewn. I’m
Eve, off Adam’s rib, a financial planner ahead of my time.
I’m still not finished, she says.
We can spot them both as atheoretical elaborators, since they spoke first.
8/18/17
The skinny from last night avoids defining many obscure or complex wranglings.
Yet I like a text assemblage of contradictions.
Neanderthals constructed poems in two rings of deliberately cracked stalagmites, 400 per ring.
First to impress their Swedish hosts, workshopped into volunteer flotation gear.
Yet I like a text assemblage of contradictions.
Neanderthals constructed poems in two rings of deliberately cracked stalagmites, 400 per ring.
First to impress their Swedish hosts, workshopped into volunteer flotation gear.
Re-examining my savagery…
doing what Pessoa said.
In another version if I admit I enjoy tricky intersections I’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 coach or two to work out with you, pretending they are you, covering your lips with my gloved thumb.
doing what Pessoa said.
In another version if I admit I enjoy tricky intersections I’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 coach or two to work out with you, pretending they are you, covering your lips with my gloved thumb.
Talk while you paint.
Look, a flying now. A case of voice
Over matte finish.
As you advance thru security
This line is busy. What’s the problem?
What’s going on? Hose us off
— they know — because motion
In heat
Protects them — they won.
Likewise, I nabbed one ..
More, I could sit on them
While they wobble all day.
Security? Do I have the name right?
Look, a flying now. A case of voice
Over matte finish.
As you advance thru security
This line is busy. What’s the problem?
What’s going on? Hose us off
— they know — because motion
In heat
Protects them — they won.
Likewise, I nabbed one ..
More, I could sit on them
While they wobble all day.
Security? Do I have the name right?
Prose gets along in a poem. It has a work permit. That’s why
The place has been wiped clean of unforced errors.
A poem essay invests in spontaneity gleaned from what icons blur;
Bourgeois think war unjust when there’s no one to lose it. Hoy
Until now there were no bourgeois poet essayists.
Yet, we could rubber any room —
My advice for exploring ideas, stick to the sentence.
To go along continue needing riches.
Thanks for writing.
The place has been wiped clean of unforced errors.
A poem essay invests in spontaneity gleaned from what icons blur;
Bourgeois think war unjust when there’s no one to lose it. Hoy
Until now there were no bourgeois poet essayists.
Yet, we could rubber any room —
My advice for exploring ideas, stick to the sentence.
To go along continue needing riches.
Thanks for writing.
I’ve been put on a 20-year panel of sun. Once again.
Family ghosts, male and female, roam outside with the panicked surrounding our dark thoughts. (All of them.)
It’s like a dance to respect what you guys were doing — our surprised look while you were working on it.
There’s hustle to market, along with rips in the drawers of space/time whose pulls burgeon on ennobling, blobby warmth, piping up like Boulez,
accompanied by addictions to risk among filmy shapes in vertical bands, except you...
Family ghosts, male and female, roam outside with the panicked surrounding our dark thoughts. (All of them.)
It’s like a dance to respect what you guys were doing — our surprised look while you were working on it.
There’s hustle to market, along with rips in the drawers of space/time whose pulls burgeon on ennobling, blobby warmth, piping up like Boulez,
accompanied by addictions to risk among filmy shapes in vertical bands, except you...
8/17/17
Trix or Trixie is the name. In a compulsive battle over dejected smiley faces, it’s not just who guffaws fast, but who takes off with alarming ideas about lexicon.
How can Trix (better) hear the extreme difficulty in separating external compulsion from the experience of desire..
..through the door on top of sematics?
Trixie, again, leaves for finishing school. She’s wearing khakis and a red T-shirt and my new backpack stuffed with graphs. She wants more than a group-regulated ethos for the manufacture of comedy and verse. Like you who said
The archives are at risk.
How can Trix (better) hear the extreme difficulty in separating external compulsion from the experience of desire..
..through the door on top of sematics?
Trixie, again, leaves for finishing school. She’s wearing khakis and a red T-shirt and my new backpack stuffed with graphs. She wants more than a group-regulated ethos for the manufacture of comedy and verse. Like you who said
The archives are at risk.
“With the past falling..” That’s good, because I sneaked across those gimme-erotic catalysts. (I don’t remember whose or how.)
I’ll subsist in attrition finding and picking up purviews “encircling travel” — a shore in maneuvers pitched way up like mores with infectious provisos, integers-to-be and no buzz to kill.
A buzz beats my eyes open when I (am or) was looking ragged but in a studied, not irresponsible way, reading and taking dictation to wrap up sleep.
I’ll subsist in attrition finding and picking up purviews “encircling travel” — a shore in maneuvers pitched way up like mores with infectious provisos, integers-to-be and no buzz to kill.
A buzz beats my eyes open when I (am or) was looking ragged but in a studied, not irresponsible way, reading and taking dictation to wrap up sleep.
8/16/17
If you’re not there, anything Apollonian looks flab prone.
O yup, a broad context refuses to arbitrate glamour, okay... we’re done
.. On my behalf Apollo can break laws to shoulder perfection or save a life, once or
either way is fractional in the bigger context / e.r.
Freedom is impersonal. With more solid throwdowns of perfection up the hall,
binary fission about meaning what is not said
or saying what is not meant.
O yup, a broad context refuses to arbitrate glamour, okay... we’re done
.. On my behalf Apollo can break laws to shoulder perfection or save a life, once or
either way is fractional in the bigger context / e.r.
Freedom is impersonal. With more solid throwdowns of perfection up the hall,
binary fission about meaning what is not said
or saying what is not meant.
2. Bad news, I was
struck by the French property owner. You know,
plagiarism in quotes.
It’s cold indirection
but my metabolism really took off, along with emotions from a huge manuscript
I’m freezing
for the ‘end quote.’
Watching text spin like sentience
refined by distance, since
it’s both or none of the above, this could be for you now.
struck by the French property owner. You know,
plagiarism in quotes.
It’s cold indirection
but my metabolism really took off, along with emotions from a huge manuscript
I’m freezing
for the ‘end quote.’
Watching text spin like sentience
refined by distance, since
it’s both or none of the above, this could be for you now.
8/15/17
What can be done to language? Never again?
Boredom is poor experiment, our supervisor said. And that’s what we wrote down to snap out of it — lightness, joy, eyes-open dream. And 3rd cousin to dream. Knower and known are clean osmosis in reverse! It’s clearer every day we’re way behind the suitably flared frontier.
Time I guess to air-lift eagerness and cover it. I’ve been a floater of cynicism in relation to any concept I sever. (It’s hard for me to take credit.) “It’s always about dying,”
Btw, “never death.” A living cousin to death, as to ‘never,’ I never never. I consider myself a neurolinguistic product manager. Once removed.
Boredom is poor experiment, our supervisor said. And that’s what we wrote down to snap out of it — lightness, joy, eyes-open dream. And 3rd cousin to dream. Knower and known are clean osmosis in reverse! It’s clearer every day we’re way behind the suitably flared frontier.
Time I guess to air-lift eagerness and cover it. I’ve been a floater of cynicism in relation to any concept I sever. (It’s hard for me to take credit.) “It’s always about dying,”
Btw, “never death.” A living cousin to death, as to ‘never,’ I never never. I consider myself a neurolinguistic product manager. Once removed.
8/14/17
Ode to the dead (maybe not yet).
A beautiful sentence:
Everyone’s in place. One’s place.
Food also knows where it belongs.
The stage brightens.
Is it sub-luminous un-inhibiting our endowment?
Knowing the ropes to scale now
clearing the theatre of lame comforts,
Stern, all the food pecked over, even down
to our place, last place, last row.
A beautiful sentence:
Everyone’s in place. One’s place.
Food also knows where it belongs.
The stage brightens.
Is it sub-luminous un-inhibiting our endowment?
Knowing the ropes to scale now
clearing the theatre of lame comforts,
Stern, all the food pecked over, even down
to our place, last place, last row.
Top of the moment — I saw your approaching motion
my once satellite du monde in demi vacuum.
Now you’re smiling, shhhhh more observant, with a more observant love.
Still flush — yes, feels.. not useless.
It feels like impossible.
Likely, shhhhh becomes welcoming
hands that boss
parliament
maneuvers. Explanation intact.
my once satellite du monde in demi vacuum.
Now you’re smiling, shhhhh more observant, with a more observant love.
Still flush — yes, feels.. not useless.
It feels like impossible.
Likely, shhhhh becomes welcoming
hands that boss
parliament
maneuvers. Explanation intact.
Your movements go by a few names, still coordinated but hidden in.. hardly underwear.
Not dreadful but low, classic, easy, unforgettable elements surrounding a presence (for now) then taking off your panties —
For nudity, it’s always a swing dance in practice, a new side of narrowing expense and becoming hollow thru the center, handing over your bills and coins.
A lot of Dutch people go Dutch.
Not dreadful but low, classic, easy, unforgettable elements surrounding a presence (for now) then taking off your panties —
For nudity, it’s always a swing dance in practice, a new side of narrowing expense and becoming hollow thru the center, handing over your bills and coins.
A lot of Dutch people go Dutch.
8/13/17
Allegory:
My old neighbor created L’il Abner out of vitriol and bolus of sardonic revenge after WWII, exorcised as Ozark distantiation. Jester tricked to death.
Now, it’s the end of aging; cartooning is flat out hot. Order within chaos. Be one with it.
I have an eye on jesters while I’m holding to their path, rescuing no one.
My old neighbor created L’il Abner out of vitriol and bolus of sardonic revenge after WWII, exorcised as Ozark distantiation. Jester tricked to death.
Now, it’s the end of aging; cartooning is flat out hot. Order within chaos. Be one with it.
I have an eye on jesters while I’m holding to their path, rescuing no one.
It’s July, August..
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 thru summer. She struggles in cold rooms for little compensation and goes beyond the joy of subverting the arbiters of something. Something something.
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 thru summer. She struggles in cold rooms for little compensation and goes beyond the joy of subverting the arbiters of something. Something something.
Have we no will, no interest to shed our platform ambiguity?
Rainy Sundays or any day we break for the Olympics observed or imagined on the ceiling: Rationed atheism has long been the main event. Sectarian payments find a balance of situation (organ music), steam and rush-formatted white ‘sky’ disappearing like totals in multiplicities (music for copulation). Late afternoon to others.
Rainy Sundays or any day we break for the Olympics observed or imagined on the ceiling: Rationed atheism has long been the main event. Sectarian payments find a balance of situation (organ music), steam and rush-formatted white ‘sky’ disappearing like totals in multiplicities (music for copulation). Late afternoon to others.
Ethical epitomes go against the grain. Maybe a grain.
What are faux resonators for but to attempt command of natural selection and all bloodlines.
Um.. there’s nothing but an eye blush of heat that measures desperate ‘orders’ you understand in reckless hands —
Don’t forget silent partners ripening in the future, un-despairing, effect usage summaries...
Brilliant. Breathing life, we have hundreds of these, o Swami, nothing to discredit and
...no hell to pay!
What are faux resonators for but to attempt command of natural selection and all bloodlines.
Um.. there’s nothing but an eye blush of heat that measures desperate ‘orders’ you understand in reckless hands —
Don’t forget silent partners ripening in the future, un-despairing, effect usage summaries...
Brilliant. Breathing life, we have hundreds of these, o Swami, nothing to discredit and
...no hell to pay!
8/12/17
Factor in a plug-in for artisan strength calisthenics.
Corporal resonance turns into a prism on top of which you can finger-point to the horizon, magnified and askew. So note what happens.
Better to get a friend or two to write for you, pretending they are you, falling mute, covering your lips with my gloved thumb.
Corporal resonance turns into a prism on top of which you can finger-point to the horizon, magnified and askew. So note what happens.
Better to get a friend or two to write for you, pretending they are you, falling mute, covering your lips with my gloved thumb.
8/11/17
Nobody like me is cast to be annoying; I just fell into it. The problem, as an affect and prerequisite, engineered simplicity holds the coordinates for pouring tonic over other people’s glass tables. Internal ‘gears’ regulate due caution, rushing in nauseous effects, which are natural, to your personal advantage, and which you have to waive anyway, as though privileged opposition were some huge treasure, my sweet.
Mercury is wow! pensive, coming back, back... no..
You’re saying no to billing days first, no to virulent, callow graphemes, stance covers for a copyist. Cut the trad crocus, low opinions and bloodied mesh. No aplomb in nature, please. No chiastic haunts. And no golf property for now.
There is no personality, so why beat anyone up? We can read back over found work but never go back to walk the innocent-seeming turret and loggia built by another’s labor, overlooking our exciting first game together...
Funny place
for a dance, Mr Baker.
You’re saying no to billing days first, no to virulent, callow graphemes, stance covers for a copyist. Cut the trad crocus, low opinions and bloodied mesh. No aplomb in nature, please. No chiastic haunts. And no golf property for now.
There is no personality, so why beat anyone up? We can read back over found work but never go back to walk the innocent-seeming turret and loggia built by another’s labor, overlooking our exciting first game together...
Funny place
for a dance, Mr Baker.
8/10/17
Can’t say what happened that day but I know we slept because there was a whole mattress to lie on.
The mime sequence where I speak out was spoofy. More, there was a moderator from a board of modulation. I carry cash and deal with the cops but I’m no killer. Lack instinct. Sri.
Many of what we call instincts interact with musty dynamics eventually. More than musty, foul as in apres-euphoria.
A tone-deaf dancing lawman gets more attention now so
I keep hammering a poem is a cat meow ten times more.
The mime sequence where I speak out was spoofy. More, there was a moderator from a board of modulation. I carry cash and deal with the cops but I’m no killer. Lack instinct. Sri.
Many of what we call instincts interact with musty dynamics eventually. More than musty, foul as in apres-euphoria.
A tone-deaf dancing lawman gets more attention now so
I keep hammering a poem is a cat meow ten times more.
Opposition — that other guy with Verlaine,
2 birdbrains, explicit about nothing or nothing much; yes/ja / no/nein?
Ok, they were willful but we stayed in control — a thousand bees were stinging our feet —
Wanting as well as having nothing — shhhhhh.. I can’t
.. I shouldn’t ask, losing you, did I live like that fly on the wall?
— since you demolished the text, I handed it in; don’t expect extra credit after all.
2 birdbrains, explicit about nothing or nothing much; yes/ja / no/nein?
Ok, they were willful but we stayed in control — a thousand bees were stinging our feet —
Wanting as well as having nothing — shhhhhh.. I can’t
.. I shouldn’t ask, losing you, did I live like that fly on the wall?
— since you demolished the text, I handed it in; don’t expect extra credit after all.
I’m going to avoid your rut and stick with my own.
Nonviolence resolutions have been approved. Staring into the candle you can think,
meaning on. This temple is the place for no definitions.
No meanings for speech but new meanings, good as gossip to evade a “mixed speaking strategy” to
partner with whom, exactly? O realization in a flash..
I have a steady girl now. I have rage stamped inside. I have it
everywhere within
a burning zone.
Only years later rather I took a word bath, which isn’t often.
Nonviolence resolutions have been approved. Staring into the candle you can think,
meaning on. This temple is the place for no definitions.
No meanings for speech but new meanings, good as gossip to evade a “mixed speaking strategy” to
partner with whom, exactly? O realization in a flash..
I have a steady girl now. I have rage stamped inside. I have it
everywhere within
a burning zone.
Only years later rather I took a word bath, which isn’t often.
8/9/17
We could see from a distance, your rakish note to yourself, my mixed medium ..
As I understand it the exact second you insert the first-person, a sand rampart like a moral freedom can and will drill five feet down and under the ground, a strafed, natural spectacle falling into coherence, something you never saw and you never will, you gestalt freak.
As I understand it the exact second you insert the first-person, a sand rampart like a moral freedom can and will drill five feet down and under the ground, a strafed, natural spectacle falling into coherence, something you never saw and you never will, you gestalt freak.
Here comes Mr Jones
In life, he and they would understand.
True and lost — complex, gangly, mostly mute yet histrionic, anticruel
-ish. They apologize for the inconvenience of curricular adjustments.
Tons of special forces in silhouette .. polished from water .. on day one we’ll ..
Correct everything near the top filling in with capacitance-assistants, eventually
Theorists of a visual world culture (camaraderie) wholly populated by posturing.
In life, he and they would understand.
True and lost — complex, gangly, mostly mute yet histrionic, anticruel
-ish. They apologize for the inconvenience of curricular adjustments.
Tons of special forces in silhouette .. polished from water .. on day one we’ll ..
Correct everything near the top filling in with capacitance-assistants, eventually
Theorists of a visual world culture (camaraderie) wholly populated by posturing.
I’d like to thank the Academy.
Goliath, Duchamps, Sinatra!
IT warned me of overrefined emblems and their sweeping reproach. I’m not religious. Not by a long shot, snow in September? I took note of what you like from the beginning and became pope. Your pope. I had a few ideas in mind. I put on my pants and left.
Oh, tech services... tell us a little more about your miserable ontology affecting checks, balances, and mantra logjams —
How did worldviews crumble into environmentality to pantomime the inference undercutting American literacy?
Goliath, Duchamps, Sinatra!
IT warned me of overrefined emblems and their sweeping reproach. I’m not religious. Not by a long shot, snow in September? I took note of what you like from the beginning and became pope. Your pope. I had a few ideas in mind. I put on my pants and left.
Oh, tech services... tell us a little more about your miserable ontology affecting checks, balances, and mantra logjams —
How did worldviews crumble into environmentality to pantomime the inference undercutting American literacy?
Matins in 4 scary minutes:
Capitalism never hesitates beating then shooting the innocent into space but each victim goes broke, sighing take me, kill freely and find me a Guy Laroche. O outer knee —
This is done all over doing it over —
Never doubt..ew..there’s enterprise in victimhood, each higher up will argue. There’s one problem. Only cash in small bills in exchange for a free ride, we mean it, tho, let’s discourse, subject to chance ..
Capitalism never hesitates beating then shooting the innocent into space but each victim goes broke, sighing take me, kill freely and find me a Guy Laroche. O outer knee —
This is done all over doing it over —
Never doubt..ew..there’s enterprise in victimhood, each higher up will argue. There’s one problem. Only cash in small bills in exchange for a free ride, we mean it, tho, let’s discourse, subject to chance ..
8/8/17
We are free — still — to say what some think — but their recipes, or ours, are perfused with given theory. Trees in place, defiantly miscellaneous, thanks to a compliant Leitkultur, treeways on a berm, backdrop to the ideal civil democratic union with permissions built on headwinds —
with as it were or without manners. Good manners can scar others but they also let us peons act like participants in marking time as tho subscribers to the regulatory plutocracy.
Either way, I know so little about the state and the state knows much less — these facts are slaughtered by memory.
with as it were or without manners. Good manners can scar others but they also let us peons act like participants in marking time as tho subscribers to the regulatory plutocracy.
Either way, I know so little about the state and the state knows much less — these facts are slaughtered by memory.
Affordable Noh. That’s both of us w/ big hanging wolf eyes. We’re a match in perseverance, trying to spook when we meet, somersaulting in /
What went around then came gasping, the more irregular the verb...
At fight camp all you bring are wet marks over your shirt — there you go — cadet-ed!
Inductions to your other habits —
The gleaming haze drags down sculptures of felted helium
A little like nerves done over by spinning in warm wind.
Noh stuff.
What went around then came gasping, the more irregular the verb...
At fight camp all you bring are wet marks over your shirt — there you go — cadet-ed!
Inductions to your other habits —
The gleaming haze drags down sculptures of felted helium
A little like nerves done over by spinning in warm wind.
Noh stuff.
Since giving up on poetry, singalong has vaulted to the top of our agenda. Leaving office has a double meaning to off-center the filing (filtering) system and other singularities I’ve kept newly-kind for years. We have no limits to affirm any retractions, feeding our reliance on illumined work, dire pleasures, majestic plans and, this most generalized I guess, burningly turning back, watching the wax dim.
Sway your head. That means dance.
Don’t hold it in. Talk to your doctor.
Read this. I did.
It’s half in libretto.
Try something cartoonish. I’m whirling around, pens and markers in hand in roughly 4 minute stints. Learning something about what I mean, high jinks soar belying despair over entropy, a quiet smoke, losing gravity!
Don’t hold it in. Talk to your doctor.
Read this. I did.
It’s half in libretto.
Try something cartoonish. I’m whirling around, pens and markers in hand in roughly 4 minute stints. Learning something about what I mean, high jinks soar belying despair over entropy, a quiet smoke, losing gravity!
8/7/17
A light is produced by heated argument.
Heat the cosmos can hear. The hot trajectory is downtown-to-Washington-on-to-nowhere, a very mean arc to bridge, all right — erratically stencilled with tweezers-length trapezoids at its austere outer rings.
Taxonomy, to get back to the cosmos, stands tiptoe atop shoulders of ascending ideas, forgetting the raw laborers below lined up on broken mosaics, necks pounding from overtime
like French ex-royals.
Heat the cosmos can hear. The hot trajectory is downtown-to-Washington-on-to-nowhere, a very mean arc to bridge, all right — erratically stencilled with tweezers-length trapezoids at its austere outer rings.
Taxonomy, to get back to the cosmos, stands tiptoe atop shoulders of ascending ideas, forgetting the raw laborers below lined up on broken mosaics, necks pounding from overtime
like French ex-royals.
Song:
It sounds like you know the feeling but you’re not getting it. I want to distinguish my common prayer of grabbing knives and spoons v. the intuition that expresses it.
Missing you doesn’t change anything. I want you to be happy but on time for signing the release pledge, availing yourself of lilac patterned backgrounds here that look like versions of cunning and mirrored parsimony canceling out our love triangle — set against fetishes and hiked vibes. It also helps to roll on the bed side to side.
It sounds like you know the feeling but you’re not getting it. I want to distinguish my common prayer of grabbing knives and spoons v. the intuition that expresses it.
Missing you doesn’t change anything. I want you to be happy but on time for signing the release pledge, availing yourself of lilac patterned backgrounds here that look like versions of cunning and mirrored parsimony canceling out our love triangle — set against fetishes and hiked vibes. It also helps to roll on the bed side to side.
8/6/17
Simple enough picking up a pen
. . . land and lives on it have data functions, similarly
synthetic appropriation by composition, a vigil
and force applied putting some form of youth
into a piece, since land and landscape do not come in themselves, regardless of beauty —
the river bank played by
metaphors and substitutions of the time — more informal,
taking dictation, substituting after the math.
. . . land and lives on it have data functions, similarly
synthetic appropriation by composition, a vigil
and force applied putting some form of youth
into a piece, since land and landscape do not come in themselves, regardless of beauty —
the river bank played by
metaphors and substitutions of the time — more informal,
taking dictation, substituting after the math.
I drive a Steinbeck but dream in a Camus.
I heard my cat meow ten times and then more, ‘license and registration ..’
I’m being taken down. Something about my discrimination in music, which is chopped inside a lazy susan.. I’ll invite you to try...
Oppressed, rejected, sure, I’m in there, but personality disorder is a binding element of hip party kerfuffles and drooling, perverted dalliance. So put me down for p.d., revalidating my fears.
I heard my cat meow ten times and then more, ‘license and registration ..’
I’m being taken down. Something about my discrimination in music, which is chopped inside a lazy susan.. I’ll invite you to try...
Oppressed, rejected, sure, I’m in there, but personality disorder is a binding element of hip party kerfuffles and drooling, perverted dalliance. So put me down for p.d., revalidating my fears.
How the cosmos is unexplained, parts one and two. In the first, taxonomies are set in weathered deco, dimly lit by the affiliated overflow while astronomers stand there from a famous university with nothing to give back.
In the mental part, covert specialists use tightly wound diversions to gain advantage for incriminating thoughts. They march with different cause-ists and solons halfway; paternalism indulged through wisecracks. But most of the others, humanists, are reformed as divas and idiots in the minority and they take the bullets; why?
In the mental part, covert specialists use tightly wound diversions to gain advantage for incriminating thoughts. They march with different cause-ists and solons halfway; paternalism indulged through wisecracks. But most of the others, humanists, are reformed as divas and idiots in the minority and they take the bullets; why?
8/5/17
There are subtitles, various languages. You dream while staying awake and translate the exposed back of another dreaming.
Nothing accrues but there’s a lifetime of waking thoughts.
Sleeping has nothing to do with nothing.
You can exit the room at any point, burning, or add features to nodules, as in rote ed like foundational philosophy.
Nothing accrues but there’s a lifetime of waking thoughts.
Sleeping has nothing to do with nothing.
You can exit the room at any point, burning, or add features to nodules, as in rote ed like foundational philosophy.
A beautiful writer is stunning, front and center. When
distracted, s/he hears “Continue − to enter the contest area − Continue.”
Some say, not going to lie to you, both of us botch a radius, destabilizing ‘oppositional’ temperament. On our side, we’re doing well, considering.
To consider the wooded radius is greater work, cuts straight through any restructure, throwing out hyper-nonliteral depth w/ gutsy, landscapist abandon.
The budget cuts (last line) are background to double-rhymed ambient scores. Like entire sectors that feel it’s the end of capital, epic sums expended in slender career arcs.
The floodgates and instrumentation get redone for full combat. We bring up Solo cups, wondering about other churning bits of our lifeline. It might be some freedoms are on probation ...
according to decision theory now. / Only for continuing
the problem has been how.
distracted, s/he hears “Continue − to enter the contest area − Continue.”
Some say, not going to lie to you, both of us botch a radius, destabilizing ‘oppositional’ temperament. On our side, we’re doing well, considering.
To consider the wooded radius is greater work, cuts straight through any restructure, throwing out hyper-nonliteral depth w/ gutsy, landscapist abandon.
The budget cuts (last line) are background to double-rhymed ambient scores. Like entire sectors that feel it’s the end of capital, epic sums expended in slender career arcs.
The floodgates and instrumentation get redone for full combat. We bring up Solo cups, wondering about other churning bits of our lifeline. It might be some freedoms are on probation ...
according to decision theory now. / Only for continuing
the problem has been how.
8/4/17
En route to the dogs, there’s the apocalypse within; pushing deeply.
Our lot’s in a hurry.
No future arouses chaotic phenomena rooting for any singularity ahead until there is no threshold. Matter persists, no dissonance, no disruption, a new status quo: perpetual and vital amid meanderings that are ordered appearances gone dormant, nearly, or running off with fresh incentives for a frontier in more unboundedness, optics unravelled in dissolving attitudes behind all the good times forward.
Our lot’s in a hurry.
No future arouses chaotic phenomena rooting for any singularity ahead until there is no threshold. Matter persists, no dissonance, no disruption, a new status quo: perpetual and vital amid meanderings that are ordered appearances gone dormant, nearly, or running off with fresh incentives for a frontier in more unboundedness, optics unravelled in dissolving attitudes behind all the good times forward.
A dress. Dresses.
Now she’s spilling bourbon over my a-line, all thumbs to keep our game up & running. Likewise I’ll write about it. As poet-jewel thief wearing a dress, you might think it profitable to string her sentences together like paste rubies & artificial pearls deliberately mismatched, like John Waters’ suburbs, adroitly inexpensive and passé. Each sentence shines in gloom as ends won’t match up with beginnings, not quite, each sparkle dulled into an afterthought containing falsehoods but cinched by faintly plausible, recognizable style — sparkle doubled down, my other dress draped over bowls of Chesapeake crabs & crab traps, a near accident or an accident-in-the-making. She might desire to push a personal datum, like me or your notion of having sex as linear as the death of a family member..
It went pants & belts from there.
Now she’s spilling bourbon over my a-line, all thumbs to keep our game up & running. Likewise I’ll write about it. As poet-jewel thief wearing a dress, you might think it profitable to string her sentences together like paste rubies & artificial pearls deliberately mismatched, like John Waters’ suburbs, adroitly inexpensive and passé. Each sentence shines in gloom as ends won’t match up with beginnings, not quite, each sparkle dulled into an afterthought containing falsehoods but cinched by faintly plausible, recognizable style — sparkle doubled down, my other dress draped over bowls of Chesapeake crabs & crab traps, a near accident or an accident-in-the-making. She might desire to push a personal datum, like me or your notion of having sex as linear as the death of a family member..
It went pants & belts from there.
Stop waving that grape juice ...
That was sentries ago and since
The atmosphere upsurged when language is tired. His eyes fill with manpower.
His hair’s on the brink.
The climate showing my cards — a friend led me to him,
A sure bet ad infinitum.
He smiles with no doubts about my bluffing knowhow & innocence
... the rain keeps raising the mind’s oceanfront, bringing it all back.
That was sentries ago and since
The atmosphere upsurged when language is tired. His eyes fill with manpower.
His hair’s on the brink.
The climate showing my cards — a friend led me to him,
A sure bet ad infinitum.
He smiles with no doubts about my bluffing knowhow & innocence
... the rain keeps raising the mind’s oceanfront, bringing it all back.
Keep secrets of teleportation to float free.
Free momentarily. Here or there are volatility models according to script, vocalism in a sense. We’re beaming them and their feelings up with known and hidden risks — a fat chance shifting their weight brings in a slimmer recovery.
All or nothing, you’re on your own.
Free momentarily. Here or there are volatility models according to script, vocalism in a sense. We’re beaming them and their feelings up with known and hidden risks — a fat chance shifting their weight brings in a slimmer recovery.
All or nothing, you’re on your own.
8/3/17
Past is no guarantee of future thrum and harder rumble, hey and whoa, how
awful, how much are you exercising to circumvent compulsory
selfies, nonprecious cargo between the cracks, obsessions
with a smear of wet mulched chickpeas? I can’t get into specifics,
because it’s too verbal a compromise. I know I am next, I’m flapping my arms in
front of me.
And I’m afraid of being abducted.
At the very top motion is pink and mapped. So be ready.
And I’m afraid of being abducted.
At the very top motion is pink and mapped. So be ready.
I’d be lying if I said you and I had no adolescent fantasies.
Tossing water balloons across the typing pool ..
there is none now.
For you, learning about how to learn is important — playskills you need when you buckle under sportswriting. Yes, fan, you sick typist-inside.
You and I are followers, waking in hazy brightness and .. apologies for blunt geometric scrims..
Wait — I get wind in the space of a game day .. followers like us can be transformed! views down hallways into stairs cut apart and fronted with music of our choosing and making.
One apiece.
Tossing water balloons across the typing pool ..
there is none now.
For you, learning about how to learn is important — playskills you need when you buckle under sportswriting. Yes, fan, you sick typist-inside.
You and I are followers, waking in hazy brightness and .. apologies for blunt geometric scrims..
Wait — I get wind in the space of a game day .. followers like us can be transformed! views down hallways into stairs cut apart and fronted with music of our choosing and making.
One apiece.
In evolution we have an identity crisis
when who knows how I’m doing this
for our agenda? Near the teary top we crate
handiwork, cover it with a power tarp, drained of weight.
Moss alive! I could lose another i.d. if any of this touches either of us. Or ours.
I used to have a power dependency that’s reasonable to regret.
I think it’s polite to say ‘power,’ not ‘ostentatious pensiveness for hours.’
when who knows how I’m doing this
for our agenda? Near the teary top we crate
handiwork, cover it with a power tarp, drained of weight.
Moss alive! I could lose another i.d. if any of this touches either of us. Or ours.
I used to have a power dependency that’s reasonable to regret.
I think it’s polite to say ‘power,’ not ‘ostentatious pensiveness for hours.’
Changed my mind.. Nobody can help us shorten the learning curve.
You’re always not talking. I get your point (noncommittal without the tedium of argument).
So I turn blue when I cool. I blast up by myself when you leave. And when you come back I produce a mental readout of how long it takes you to set the temperature, lighting and so on.
I can’t snicker, I’m elegant and round with a mirror finish.
You’re always not talking. I get your point (noncommittal without the tedium of argument).
So I turn blue when I cool. I blast up by myself when you leave. And when you come back I produce a mental readout of how long it takes you to set the temperature, lighting and so on.
I can’t snicker, I’m elegant and round with a mirror finish.
8/2/17
On mortality,
I’m a big baby. That’s b for clarified as black-and gold pelage, married and vulnerable, exploring reiterations of my own duality.
I’m alive feeling the swansdown of DNA. Soon I’ll be comically dead — that’s married to a triplicate database — sinking into forest behavior, giving up meat, fish, emotionally shot ..
devoted to seamless disproportionality.
I’m a big baby. That’s b for clarified as black-and gold pelage, married and vulnerable, exploring reiterations of my own duality.
I’m alive feeling the swansdown of DNA. Soon I’ll be comically dead — that’s married to a triplicate database — sinking into forest behavior, giving up meat, fish, emotionally shot ..
devoted to seamless disproportionality.
Hushed buzzwords in the newsletter bring up null tinctures from rain or sunshine sprints, much as a will to influence is the answer sheet for getting fleeced. Not hearing from you (lost your keys...) fosters coercion of what evolutionary good was before it ran through some expulsive options.
Your box or mine?
Your box or mine?
I reincarnate from my house in a test pattern. I picked the place up from an ex-class-marshal who never had to do much, holding out for a nest egg. A nestling.
The property hasn’t changed, you may have noticed — mine is a household of fugues. I’m spry and underhanded getting back to private reasons for how the reeds work, the scents.
The property hasn’t changed, you may have noticed — mine is a household of fugues. I’m spry and underhanded getting back to private reasons for how the reeds work, the scents.
8/1/17
Conditions look rigged — like wanting you (I do),
not out of calculation, it began how far vast
connivance liberates one to oppose square facts.
Or plans change. Like pandering taking a guess, this time I might
replace similes and dash off with my loose footing
on the oily tarp, perplexed, taking it outside
Rubeks of a denatured octagonal gloom.
not out of calculation, it began how far vast
connivance liberates one to oppose square facts.
Or plans change. Like pandering taking a guess, this time I might
replace similes and dash off with my loose footing
on the oily tarp, perplexed, taking it outside
Rubeks of a denatured octagonal gloom.
Pickerel babes eat one another speaking
Pickerelish. Parents want to defend their young
but can’t. (Picture them, peach cones & rods of violet.
As with fish
there’s salience to nodding agreement thought-
fully.) I get all my ideas from media
studies, yet geometric brainstorming
like this is easier-to-sleep-w/-&-pulsate
-to. Instincts tho are buried under cement,
sunk talking to each other, eh?
Hard to get out of the wrinkled valise —
(I removed the tongue)
Pickerelish. Parents want to defend their young
but can’t. (Picture them, peach cones & rods of violet.
As with fish
there’s salience to nodding agreement thought-
fully.) I get all my ideas from media
studies, yet geometric brainstorming
like this is easier-to-sleep-w/-&-pulsate
-to. Instincts tho are buried under cement,
sunk talking to each other, eh?
Hard to get out of the wrinkled valise —
(I removed the tongue)
Kindly explain leverage inside a more collaborative framework.
Sure, I’ll leverage our last minute or two deeply missing you. There you are! but how long have we been planting thoughts with no precursors, no conventional frame for generation or gender balance? Maybe it’s a mistake, collaborating on curious travel so close to a fault line... I grant you that;
Like all of the above and people going in and out of service buildings, climbing stairs, you’re one hundred percent normal running up debt to keep devotees heartbroken.
Adoring you is a full service enterprise and a moral politics! where leverage follows its bliss.
Sure, I’ll leverage our last minute or two deeply missing you. There you are! but how long have we been planting thoughts with no precursors, no conventional frame for generation or gender balance? Maybe it’s a mistake, collaborating on curious travel so close to a fault line... I grant you that;
Like all of the above and people going in and out of service buildings, climbing stairs, you’re one hundred percent normal running up debt to keep devotees heartbroken.
Adoring you is a full service enterprise and a moral politics! where leverage follows its bliss.
Platterpuss, the cough, the kiss —
Justice w/ passion, seltzer
foaming mercury selenide... I told you these were blocking ideas.
I keep going, barefoot & outdoors
the tuba bits are detouring into surf & compact surfaces
— praise & the opposite grow acrostic, slightly rife
after doublecrosses. I grab my pen & clamber over to
your jet gate where you’re holding sound-
tracks w/ pulleys over notes of civet & benzoin.
My fly is open. I feel overextended & you forget big words —
under whose thumb might this be? This quiet nook
is a stretch of dark matter — the glove-as-puppet is a trap
while phys ed shifts one martial art at a time
into the present. Right, a physical affair is supported by a look,
heated, promoting sea plankton. Bookmarks aren’t supported.
Justice w/ passion, seltzer
foaming mercury selenide... I told you these were blocking ideas.
I keep going, barefoot & outdoors
the tuba bits are detouring into surf & compact surfaces
— praise & the opposite grow acrostic, slightly rife
after doublecrosses. I grab my pen & clamber over to
your jet gate where you’re holding sound-
tracks w/ pulleys over notes of civet & benzoin.
My fly is open. I feel overextended & you forget big words —
under whose thumb might this be? This quiet nook
is a stretch of dark matter — the glove-as-puppet is a trap
while phys ed shifts one martial art at a time
into the present. Right, a physical affair is supported by a look,
heated, promoting sea plankton. Bookmarks aren’t supported.
Through atomic microscopes
it’s August but it is dark and may snow.
This century’s waste already stands tall, but this A.M. sun rays came like snow unsnapping the white clasps to white headbands.
White on white.
In bridal light one sees seraphic whites.
So few appear
Sloganeering is back. Join today.
Music and rhinestones like white potassiums line up everyone on oscillation lists going over the assembly, handcuffing only a few.
it’s August but it is dark and may snow.
This century’s waste already stands tall, but this A.M. sun rays came like snow unsnapping the white clasps to white headbands.
White on white.
In bridal light one sees seraphic whites.
So few appear
Sloganeering is back. Join today.
Music and rhinestones like white potassiums line up everyone on oscillation lists going over the assembly, handcuffing only a few.
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