On the closing date, only a scent. No contrivance or Schubertian opposition feels like glistening bouclé heating under pressure. Our roles are to fill this in, lengthening Schubert’s insipid menace while coddling the wetlands. I call this a sex drive / minus attrition.
The wetlands work it through. Words we had and didn’t have consequences. Learned good is bad is good. Nonetheless the lesson learned appears unseen and as unspeakable as libido constituting a knowledge module, aimlessly blowing in news of constant unitary joy...
5/31/18
En route to the dogs, there’s the apocalypse within; pushing deeply, our lot’s in a hurry.
Can we cut to the scary part?
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, sparkled amid meanderings that are ordered appearances going dormant or running off with fresh incentives for a frontier in unboundedness, optics unravelled in dissolving attitudes behind all the good times forward.
Can we cut to the scary part?
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, sparkled amid meanderings that are ordered appearances going dormant or running off with fresh incentives for a frontier in unboundedness, optics unravelled in dissolving attitudes behind all the good times forward.
Guards stood tall in part over parcels. Now they tell me to take off my belt. Your belt.
My impression is each motion serves a purpose. A higher light according to utopians hoisted in the sky headed toward realpolitik under their own glare. Guards collapsing into supernumerary states of hemi-fusion, 2 or more. Small adjustments in scales opposite a line-up of our unnumbered bodies. (2 or more.) Every dancer stops for a mote, a moment, feels better they tell me.
Then we yield to the rush of new people stage center, taking on our subject matter w/ a backwash to clear few or no differences worth repeating.
My impression is each motion serves a purpose. A higher light according to utopians hoisted in the sky headed toward realpolitik under their own glare. Guards collapsing into supernumerary states of hemi-fusion, 2 or more. Small adjustments in scales opposite a line-up of our unnumbered bodies. (2 or more.) Every dancer stops for a mote, a moment, feels better they tell me.
Then we yield to the rush of new people stage center, taking on our subject matter w/ a backwash to clear few or no differences worth repeating.
5/30/18
Taking flak, but unwilling to signal afar, this gong or that, neither hindsight advantage nor a flying object in time. A rubberneck develops his own humanism.
Here I’ll grab my own cover and scramble over there to math skills, since my brain runs on my partner’s satisfaction as we moan
Our sketch begins.
Here I’ll grab my own cover and scramble over there to math skills, since my brain runs on my partner’s satisfaction as we moan
Our sketch begins.
Later, you do dangle like squalid balances netting zero, netting
a big zero from demeaning upper ends and
capital variables w/ an October surprise.
That’s everything, a verb, noun phrase, enclosed ..
How the prose poem squeaks w/ common sense, folds into dreams.
Everyday events like planetary ellipses emerge changing programming for greater disorder in business English.
a big zero from demeaning upper ends and
capital variables w/ an October surprise.
That’s everything, a verb, noun phrase, enclosed ..
How the prose poem squeaks w/ common sense, folds into dreams.
Everyday events like planetary ellipses emerge changing programming for greater disorder in business English.
30: Losses restored?
Often there’s a new plot — I think on you (dear friend) — those words we had or didn’t have were consequences. The milieu bad. Bad as in cancelled woe, since we know enmeshed values constitute remembrance of things past wastes of time.
Yet I take liberties moaning now, bubble footed in dark briefs. I have a dream of fair housing: Free-range light and dark in the clerestory to our lair... Our sorrows end. Some of us are going there after work. I’ll pay as before. Would you like to come?
Often there’s a new plot — I think on you (dear friend) — those words we had or didn’t have were consequences. The milieu bad. Bad as in cancelled woe, since we know enmeshed values constitute remembrance of things past wastes of time.
Yet I take liberties moaning now, bubble footed in dark briefs. I have a dream of fair housing: Free-range light and dark in the clerestory to our lair... Our sorrows end. Some of us are going there after work. I’ll pay as before. Would you like to come?
Sing
YOu defile my people once. Only once
expresses seeds in the mail ..
solutions to endnotes on drums.. & pity nowhere now w/
dark engendered powers @ 1% .. Cavaradossi!
We’ll misapply principals, w/ others,
the higher ones [Trained staff encourages sampling.
Any higher are not talking.
(There’s tighter discipline
Then repetitive motion goes too far
and some at all levels become enclosed]
climbing into casual ritual (putting
their lives together) & keeping order.)
YOu defile my people once. Only once
expresses seeds in the mail ..
solutions to endnotes on drums.. & pity nowhere now w/
dark engendered powers @ 1% .. Cavaradossi!
We’ll misapply principals, w/ others,
the higher ones [Trained staff encourages sampling.
Any higher are not talking.
(There’s tighter discipline
Then repetitive motion goes too far
and some at all levels become enclosed]
climbing into casual ritual (putting
their lives together) & keeping order.)
We like newness in a way when we both leave things as they are. Like
how I graduated from this shame of ours, this pride
divided & confused — data signed
up too. Data’s acoustics ornament deliveries for the state.
There’s a container for every dataset turned up loud
so the workspace hears it,
feels it in stages growing over the hood, striking 12 noon.
Data feel like a great building boom.
& data can’t live without taking charge.
Can you place data’s names? There’s a full canoe of alter-egos,
delivered in data’s asides & decorative indeterminacy.
& they got to anticipating mind control as beyond disingenuous.
how I graduated from this shame of ours, this pride
divided & confused — data signed
up too. Data’s acoustics ornament deliveries for the state.
There’s a container for every dataset turned up loud
so the workspace hears it,
feels it in stages growing over the hood, striking 12 noon.
Data feel like a great building boom.
& data can’t live without taking charge.
Can you place data’s names? There’s a full canoe of alter-egos,
delivered in data’s asides & decorative indeterminacy.
& they got to anticipating mind control as beyond disingenuous.
5/29/18
Voice operated judgments — 2 very different outcomes will equally square —
I could voice a tight fragrance, watching my breath. But let’s try again with no commas between the whereness of the tongue receding on the palate.
One, 2. Together, our inside voices take a few bites then punch it out waving not so perfunctorily, no toe moves, no steps at all — freaky in bed for tangled waves of standard-bearers. Waves and something else.
Zephyros, a sex addict shoots thru the property’s high impact surfaces, speeding in cones rejoined with strings of baleful, tempered banality, burning talent with a see-thru suspension over the ozone.
I could voice a tight fragrance, watching my breath. But let’s try again with no commas between the whereness of the tongue receding on the palate.
One, 2. Together, our inside voices take a few bites then punch it out waving not so perfunctorily, no toe moves, no steps at all — freaky in bed for tangled waves of standard-bearers. Waves and something else.
Zephyros, a sex addict shoots thru the property’s high impact surfaces, speeding in cones rejoined with strings of baleful, tempered banality, burning talent with a see-thru suspension over the ozone.
1st question, true or false. Is the last part ok? Technology keeps humming to Aristotelian systems extremes. The cigar and its plantations. It’s a manageable stretch from there to when you left, even while I ruled what went between us out. You hadn’t left a name, either. And yet, I stood closer, always wrong. To leverage and grow are businessspeak. To get feedback. To misunderstand.
18: Allergic to verse? I believe a temperate art is set to make more mistakes, say, rough comparisons to too hot a month this May. Say, all summer you are more than nature’s change in course, growing (untrimmed) — owning the day for every moment — and knowing when to shine, to seethe.
And often seeing how hot eternal summer is, then fading all too short ah
Whew. Now we see you in fair poetry and art
from fair and far as long as men can breathe.
And often seeing how hot eternal summer is, then fading all too short ah
Whew. Now we see you in fair poetry and art
from fair and far as long as men can breathe.
Metaphor and life changing commerce, cities unknown but arriving soon.
Sugar Dust (you in a Bernini head replant) brings on the knowledge effect where cloud equivalents prosper on a narrow isthmus, watching seasons float in willpower. I never understood insinuation. I never misunderstood it, either, a pulverizing divide teasing my attitude into admonitory tableaux sponged with your eyes...
Sugar Dust (you in a Bernini head replant) brings on the knowledge effect where cloud equivalents prosper on a narrow isthmus, watching seasons float in willpower. I never understood insinuation. I never misunderstood it, either, a pulverizing divide teasing my attitude into admonitory tableaux sponged with your eyes...
5/28/18
...pleasure before Hey, that your vox?
For the poet art administrator, hissy fits of modesty are unimpressive, swept up and vacuumed off each floor.
A year in taxes and you’re a neo-accepter of excess, making, being particles since and before the temporal.
Fits of pique are objective misnomers, eating and breathing them, too, as our ideology-swept rhetoric of double quotes administrating burgeons. Omniscience is officially sanctioned conjecture. Modesty goes as the evolution of disquiet is cutthroat, a huge family of arrivistes and custodians.
[w John W]
For the poet art administrator, hissy fits of modesty are unimpressive, swept up and vacuumed off each floor.
A year in taxes and you’re a neo-accepter of excess, making, being particles since and before the temporal.
Fits of pique are objective misnomers, eating and breathing them, too, as our ideology-swept rhetoric of double quotes administrating burgeons. Omniscience is officially sanctioned conjecture. Modesty goes as the evolution of disquiet is cutthroat, a huge family of arrivistes and custodians.
[w John W]
Sentiment can be taken out.
So a redraft prompts free-ranging inquiry tho tentative (after all) meaning of regard to structure. Putting it down in a memo, we have a relationship. It’s not an investigation but unimpaired inquiry. Rough seas yet you’ve worn earpieces long enough to be admitted; you know how we leverage missing you at a time when it’s least expensive. Put to the test, I’m happiest procrastinating, indexing suspicion and objurgating..
So a redraft prompts free-ranging inquiry tho tentative (after all) meaning of regard to structure. Putting it down in a memo, we have a relationship. It’s not an investigation but unimpaired inquiry. Rough seas yet you’ve worn earpieces long enough to be admitted; you know how we leverage missing you at a time when it’s least expensive. Put to the test, I’m happiest procrastinating, indexing suspicion and objurgating..
58: Deserting the beach — god forbid
— dazzling lethargy undoing our cuffs, waiting as the wagon sways
with fellowship. Love in the future, at your beck and call, a handshake
spreads the rain,
flowers, rain,
flowers.
(That’s it! Do what you want.
The moat-house for the wagon then some new wagon shirts we
can walk on with. Hell... a mighty wine origami and the wagon yard for our
widows.
This is spring history.)
— dazzling lethargy undoing our cuffs, waiting as the wagon sways
with fellowship. Love in the future, at your beck and call, a handshake
spreads the rain,
flowers, rain,
flowers.
(That’s it! Do what you want.
The moat-house for the wagon then some new wagon shirts we
can walk on with. Hell... a mighty wine origami and the wagon yard for our
widows.
This is spring history.)
When a bolt strikes the lightning rod emits a ballet in seconds of dust and after that a solution, a chemical substance that recuses itself and returns as coloration, a hint there is a small cognitive commotion in the back of something the matter.
This set me thinking of you and me. Two or more of us are affianced to life / love in different ways, always murmuring to the lightning therefrom a la mode and beyond.
This set me thinking of you and me. Two or more of us are affianced to life / love in different ways, always murmuring to the lightning therefrom a la mode and beyond.
Here it is. Rod returns as a world-famous impersonator
and hypnotist, but there’s this twist, you’ve been studying
in Europe at the Josh Hartnett Institute.
I like it. Life and death issues. I’ve been abroad.
Comatose in Vienna. Just for a while. Foolproof.
It’s a continental, world weary sleep binge. You’re a
trance inducer. That’s it.
I like it.
and hypnotist, but there’s this twist, you’ve been studying
in Europe at the Josh Hartnett Institute.
I like it. Life and death issues. I’ve been abroad.
Comatose in Vienna. Just for a while. Foolproof.
It’s a continental, world weary sleep binge. You’re a
trance inducer. That’s it.
I like it.
5/27/18
I can’t circle my attraction to Japanese manners. Not yet.
A Japanese color, though, is how a light olive shifts to vetiver or chartreuse, fading hunter into aroma of basilicum, dark lawn trimmed as ice minted circles yellow sage for citrus spritzes and multiples of khaki to translucent sprigs of tea in Kyushu spring.
A Japanese color, though, is how a light olive shifts to vetiver or chartreuse, fading hunter into aroma of basilicum, dark lawn trimmed as ice minted circles yellow sage for citrus spritzes and multiples of khaki to translucent sprigs of tea in Kyushu spring.
Song:
Let fish cool before kissing.
Discover why fish have made Puntacana Resort their 2nd home.
10 unique destinies sharing an ideal spanning decades, elegance without pretense, embracing and enhancing fish.
A chance to remember for a moment a fish held with the lamp switched off.
A little.
Life is death if you don’t have a little fish now and then.
Like that exotic-looking new fish who showed up at class one day, Ed, a reader-responder, a bit of a dichotomy wrapped in newspaper. Ed dressed in black. Thinking it legal, he wrote once upon a fish.
Let fish cool before kissing.
Discover why fish have made Puntacana Resort their 2nd home.
10 unique destinies sharing an ideal spanning decades, elegance without pretense, embracing and enhancing fish.
A chance to remember for a moment a fish held with the lamp switched off.
A little.
Life is death if you don’t have a little fish now and then.
Like that exotic-looking new fish who showed up at class one day, Ed, a reader-responder, a bit of a dichotomy wrapped in newspaper. Ed dressed in black. Thinking it legal, he wrote once upon a fish.
Love, A cool looking Japanese acrobat slow-motioned to us to go for the moody and unexpected.
Doesn’t it freak you when categories are givens we don’t need to work out? Nevertheless. Some of you has given in — there you go, retreating, emancipating solitude, more sound-oriented than dance.
But that reminds me, your drawl is immediate, overwhelming, terse and of a Castilian order. A hundred strum und drang in one = you, contained at the piano. The endive bloat for George Balanchine nevertheless.
Doesn’t it freak you when categories are givens we don’t need to work out? Nevertheless. Some of you has given in — there you go, retreating, emancipating solitude, more sound-oriented than dance.
But that reminds me, your drawl is immediate, overwhelming, terse and of a Castilian order. A hundred strum und drang in one = you, contained at the piano. The endive bloat for George Balanchine nevertheless.
141: Heart to heart:
I’m dating other members while we go thru systems — I love you
who.. in my eyes.
Your own speech acts and errors aside, who in spite of foolish tunes, no pain, no taste, there’s always
desire.. it’s self-invited in faith. It’s inside you like sin. We’ve gone
over this. But I’m dissuaded of tender feelings by you alone.
And your views look great in text — I promise my five senses, your proud heart’s slave ...
my gain I’m yours, unswayed by slaphappy-proof likenesses to-be, I love you
pleased, delighted, you only. Thus far.
I’m dating other members while we go thru systems — I love you
who.. in my eyes.
Your own speech acts and errors aside, who in spite of foolish tunes, no pain, no taste, there’s always
desire.. it’s self-invited in faith. It’s inside you like sin. We’ve gone
over this. But I’m dissuaded of tender feelings by you alone.
And your views look great in text — I promise my five senses, your proud heart’s slave ...
my gain I’m yours, unswayed by slaphappy-proof likenesses to-be, I love you
pleased, delighted, you only. Thus far.
A spider running down inside you is in response to production-vectors coursing throughout the enthusiasm industry. Continuous profits bring story-telling comfort to support well-thought-out positions, which are always in dispute, in the food chain.
Art captive to narrative? Maybe much of it. I adhere to the same late-filing rules as you.
Thereto art is theft by all means. All right. I’m almost a novice enthusiast. It may be years from now we’ll return to favor.
Until then, inscrutably I shall be free of the food chain and ask for nothing.
Art captive to narrative? Maybe much of it. I adhere to the same late-filing rules as you.
Thereto art is theft by all means. All right. I’m almost a novice enthusiast. It may be years from now we’ll return to favor.
Until then, inscrutably I shall be free of the food chain and ask for nothing.
The inscription read you’re my business. This means the writing is clean, architecturally intact, mirrored in meantimes.
But calming down, there’s a dual rule of justice gone aground with top notes we won’t erase, some jittery appliance in the occipital lobe, active against the ‘human grain’ when touch management is unleashed.
I’m just commenting.
The inscription read you’re my business.
But calming down, there’s a dual rule of justice gone aground with top notes we won’t erase, some jittery appliance in the occipital lobe, active against the ‘human grain’ when touch management is unleashed.
I’m just commenting.
The inscription read you’re my business.
5/26/18
125: I believe we fall to nature so ketchupy-and-pink .. an oblative canopy over beauty, wit and fashion is established.
I blame eternity. Not you. Eternity is short of waste. Ruining only me for you?
I’m flipping out, whoa. Lose it all, and more! A white screen blackness. Inform, suborn, freeze freely up — tho external leftist dwellers lower right, then in the middle your lips moving up and down, talking design.
Changed my mind. The rent’s too high! No one can help me switch compounds. Not now. To set myself up is to wangle a musical proof, great bases not mixed with seconds. And it’s clear whose side you’re on, landlord.
I blame eternity. Not you. Eternity is short of waste. Ruining only me for you?
I’m flipping out, whoa. Lose it all, and more! A white screen blackness. Inform, suborn, freeze freely up — tho external leftist dwellers lower right, then in the middle your lips moving up and down, talking design.
Changed my mind. The rent’s too high! No one can help me switch compounds. Not now. To set myself up is to wangle a musical proof, great bases not mixed with seconds. And it’s clear whose side you’re on, landlord.
There are three pleasure substitutes.
The frayed honeymoon is first and, second, the writ against love is normative, blushing with its little chant of guts and neurons dying in a fascinating replica of functional equivalence.
After a honeymoon deflections accrue. Third, there are mathematical laws that restore you and all the planets..
The frayed honeymoon is first and, second, the writ against love is normative, blushing with its little chant of guts and neurons dying in a fascinating replica of functional equivalence.
After a honeymoon deflections accrue. Third, there are mathematical laws that restore you and all the planets..
Nobody trusts perception, eh?
Tho moral bases are gnarly, like a helicopter in spin, any panorama you enjoy leads to ‘representative fantasy’ or a real token apposite the perceived, blocking open view, requiring accommodation to time squeezes that appear on purpose, tho cyclical, ‘unlovable’ (according to Wilhelm and Baynes). But conflict is not merely evil if it lends focus to self regard and moving on, moving collegially. This is the potential utility of bachelorhood.
Tho moral bases are gnarly, like a helicopter in spin, any panorama you enjoy leads to ‘representative fantasy’ or a real token apposite the perceived, blocking open view, requiring accommodation to time squeezes that appear on purpose, tho cyclical, ‘unlovable’ (according to Wilhelm and Baynes). But conflict is not merely evil if it lends focus to self regard and moving on, moving collegially. This is the potential utility of bachelorhood.
5/25/18
No variation.
It had to be known to you v. you know.
Already short of truth, research suggests shorthand abstractions,
buckeye elements surround international topics, street names
more indirect than searches show.
It had to be known to you like a blind man.
Minor formalism otherwise holds the screen for the overweening moments,
winning or won in an upset, out of control yet
surrounding aggression with our touch.
Ouch.
It had to be known to you v. you know.
Already short of truth, research suggests shorthand abstractions,
buckeye elements surround international topics, street names
more indirect than searches show.
It had to be known to you like a blind man.
Minor formalism otherwise holds the screen for the overweening moments,
winning or won in an upset, out of control yet
surrounding aggression with our touch.
Ouch.
108: Admit you miss smoking gold.
You miss the first drag.
Have you read, teens get ten percent of their daily
Calories from soda & smoking. That’s how
They become bilingual
Also. Now. What’s new to speak..
The smoke takes you & him in stride, in spirit
Among the underemployed in hyper décor —
Your glass is half full. Your hair’s on the brink.
Your eyes fill with manpower.
Counting no old thing old,
Stay informal in no time. Yuy...
What now to register?
Stop waving that grape drink.
You miss the first drag.
Have you read, teens get ten percent of their daily
Calories from soda & smoking. That’s how
They become bilingual
Also. Now. What’s new to speak..
The smoke takes you & him in stride, in spirit
Among the underemployed in hyper décor —
Your glass is half full. Your hair’s on the brink.
Your eyes fill with manpower.
Counting no old thing old,
Stay informal in no time. Yuy...
What now to register?
Stop waving that grape drink.
I don’t get what you want, teacher
— our lives are directionless without a group, a clan?
The telling problem with engineered simplicity,
You annoy others (doctored meditations.. I’m telling..).
I don’t mean rampage in a civil sense,
I mean surgically knocking other chanters
Off, throwing knives, wrecking them
From the inside, slicing up!
I was kidding I’m not religious.
— our lives are directionless without a group, a clan?
The telling problem with engineered simplicity,
You annoy others (doctored meditations.. I’m telling..).
I don’t mean rampage in a civil sense,
I mean surgically knocking other chanters
Off, throwing knives, wrecking them
From the inside, slicing up!
I was kidding I’m not religious.
Mind and body worship is vicarious before conforming to system leaks.
I’m too ugly to be molested. It’s true.
I kissed a cat. Once.
Once out of what? out of dying belief
I wrote on otherness when down (“I’ve stopped looking”) otherness came.
A sober-garish run on sentence about beach sculpture
Lay before my head cold rumbling..
My body in the language of dunes
— soba colors with melons and blues.
I’m sorry for shoddy reasoning and growth. Sorry as pieces
Of aqua and orange foam and plexiglas.
I’m too ugly to be molested. It’s true.
I kissed a cat. Once.
Once out of what? out of dying belief
I wrote on otherness when down (“I’ve stopped looking”) otherness came.
A sober-garish run on sentence about beach sculpture
Lay before my head cold rumbling..
My body in the language of dunes
— soba colors with melons and blues.
I’m sorry for shoddy reasoning and growth. Sorry as pieces
Of aqua and orange foam and plexiglas.
5/24/18
When blood types were fresh no one faced blame. Now I am bleeding to see or set up the 1st position, be shown the dissolved needle and my as it were haystack with no frontiers, knocking the moment down with glances, nods, inspiring small talk.. yet keep it under wraps.
Deep-rooted. Soft-voiced. How now, the anapest.
Deep-rooted. Soft-voiced. How now, the anapest.
Without Ashbery
pausing to look at two books & how you toned them.
Inside the 1st it’s gray. Divided & confused, I signed
up. Redemptive (how?) acoustics here, also
a container for every dataset up loud
so the workspace for the 2nd, smaller volume will hear it
& feel it in stages getting taller, striking overnight.
Research-bent, both books move to replace
— a greater system for appeasing & thriving
that’s always wrong to prolong your appeal.
*
I would love to be back home.
They’ve already taken it from you.
They have taken your home.
You have no one home but you.
pausing to look at two books & how you toned them.
Inside the 1st it’s gray. Divided & confused, I signed
up. Redemptive (how?) acoustics here, also
a container for every dataset up loud
so the workspace for the 2nd, smaller volume will hear it
& feel it in stages getting taller, striking overnight.
Research-bent, both books move to replace
— a greater system for appeasing & thriving
that’s always wrong to prolong your appeal.
*
I would love to be back home.
They’ve already taken it from you.
They have taken your home.
You have no one home but you.
Undressed — except for slacks — anonymous like Updike but I turn up as Camus. Look me in the eye and diagram conditions of spatial sentences (touching both elbows behind your back) . .
The bear, untameable and wild
But calm it down. There’s always a dual nature to justify finding “resentment and forgiveness” within our not being sorry we can’t erase.
I’m just commenting. Crazy ’bout the poems.
The bear, untameable and wild
But calm it down. There’s always a dual nature to justify finding “resentment and forgiveness” within our not being sorry we can’t erase.
I’m just commenting. Crazy ’bout the poems.
It’s a classic knife-in-sui-generis.
Parts of recovered history come to streets whooshed by impurities of state.
The unfurbished carport reflected in this broad point perched high above molecular attitudes of state, deploying grammars of people using data for material, like us.
There are late payments for those out of state sweating liens on older attitudes.
That’s why everyone polishes the text and hands it in.
Parts of recovered history come to streets whooshed by impurities of state.
The unfurbished carport reflected in this broad point perched high above molecular attitudes of state, deploying grammars of people using data for material, like us.
There are late payments for those out of state sweating liens on older attitudes.
That’s why everyone polishes the text and hands it in.
Focused. Demented.
No shortcuts. Nope.
It’s regrettable, they say —
Twin Peaks doesn’t add up
under binge watch...
Not entirely, but it seems unforced holding to an ideally liberal weirdness.
David L thru Kyle M is an observer with an uncapped fortune,
reflecting what adolescents do when their backbones ice up,
raising all boats, all social levels.
No shortcuts. Nope.
It’s regrettable, they say —
Twin Peaks doesn’t add up
under binge watch...
Not entirely, but it seems unforced holding to an ideally liberal weirdness.
David L thru Kyle M is an observer with an uncapped fortune,
reflecting what adolescents do when their backbones ice up,
raising all boats, all social levels.
5/23/18
Achieving.
Onto what?
We’re a special team. We’re circumspect.
Our sharing mechanism (pretext) gives no voice
to repeated wandering motifs over a long silence
we back off from. Nightly
we face 10-to-life thickets of cloud & southerly winds
taking it to other investors who might stay offended,
the next step in the training.
Onto what?
We’re a special team. We’re circumspect.
Our sharing mechanism (pretext) gives no voice
to repeated wandering motifs over a long silence
we back off from. Nightly
we face 10-to-life thickets of cloud & southerly winds
taking it to other investors who might stay offended,
the next step in the training.
The gear managers inserted a bonus to exchange and it’s not so bad —
an innate physical act of fondness that ends in a draw sustained one
by one getting up, stretching for an hour.
Whilst I’m driven to de-humanize sweet totems that “look pretty close” with my eyes
now closed, with you, I’ll possess our language with no lexicon,
without conforming to a belief system to insert a hyphen and assert our memory.
an innate physical act of fondness that ends in a draw sustained one
by one getting up, stretching for an hour.
Whilst I’m driven to de-humanize sweet totems that “look pretty close” with my eyes
now closed, with you, I’ll possess our language with no lexicon,
without conforming to a belief system to insert a hyphen and assert our memory.
107: Even tho you can’t concentrate, you’re in a place, well
A place I’ve never been before. Your dreaming on things to come.
You look fresh. You have on your eyeliner from long ago.
I like what you said to the speechless that time.
Down with tyrants, their crests and tombs.
No sad augurs, no uncertainties.
Suppose forfeiting doom, suppose
Peace with no death, of endless age.
A place I’ve never been before. Your dreaming on things to come.
You look fresh. You have on your eyeliner from long ago.
I like what you said to the speechless that time.
Down with tyrants, their crests and tombs.
No sad augurs, no uncertainties.
Suppose forfeiting doom, suppose
Peace with no death, of endless age.
Refrain:
This is the last time.
No punishment without a reward, reverend.
Only your own revels meet you halfway, morning blurring promises in
Aftermaths of the hiatus, letting your adages cool.
What are we thinking?
Is this a document or did I make it up?
Frozen water on Mars is the smoking gun.
Another question. Smelling coffee gasses a decimal
Of where should I hurt?
Once more and be done.
This is the last time.
No punishment without a reward, reverend.
Only your own revels meet you halfway, morning blurring promises in
Aftermaths of the hiatus, letting your adages cool.
What are we thinking?
Is this a document or did I make it up?
Frozen water on Mars is the smoking gun.
Another question. Smelling coffee gasses a decimal
Of where should I hurt?
Once more and be done.
5/22/18
Frame: A diminished mood will surrender, scattering photos and books, many unread. Cast more atextual sources as fodder for your new faculties in text engineering, new excuses for bringing up composition sophistry to measure the temp and humidity in law and order, as well as subprocesses harder to isolate and observe as they flood into short term memory. Keep feeds in order and fixed for two (or three seconds, as many as you like). Liberal arts breaks further from esthetic scholasticism, inventing new suppositions for species martyrdom and intimacy. After government, wiry empirical jolts, semblances but enmeshments all the same in a readymade mood and control structure parallel to vocational ed for poetics. 1st defense, an old appliance: a metronome.
Sonnet 100:
Muse.
We have spoils subtracting song
— idle work converted to argument
that sings to the ear.
Worthless to speak of darkening power, but it adds up.
Numbers and verse surveil life everywhere. Time and again
you return, lending my base subjects light — you’re faster than time.
Return! you, your fame and skill redeem our fury within what time spent,
if not, a despised waste of life as satire, the survey went.
Muse.
We have spoils subtracting song
— idle work converted to argument
that sings to the ear.
Worthless to speak of darkening power, but it adds up.
Numbers and verse surveil life everywhere. Time and again
you return, lending my base subjects light — you’re faster than time.
Return! you, your fame and skill redeem our fury within what time spent,
if not, a despised waste of life as satire, the survey went.
My first night at E. 12th my impression was I had decamped here weeks, months ago. Tub in the kitchen will be finessed, a foyer, walled in packed bookshelves, a studio workroom off the foyer filled with files of graphics and drafts, a large emptied bedroom with floor-to-ceiling windows, large, no curtains, just windows and walls with decades of paint peeled, peeling. My bedroom is perfect as it is, futon, a damp sprig of pine in a ceramic bowl, one or two books in a stack in-process. I knew the poets in the building, a few famous, many pre-famous. It will all be familiar backdrop in a newer craft, hazarding and giving.
Sobriety, not mine, makes the case for / against boredom in composition, that is, in the poem-making venture. Boredom? Blame it on relatives, the empire-prone who ride escalators up and down the Radisson nearest you.
Sociologists are stepping up and nodding off
Under the influence of futon cramps at home and similar vehicles
Transporting pouti debs and elephant men,
Dostoevsky wrote.
Sociologists are stepping up and nodding off
Under the influence of futon cramps at home and similar vehicles
Transporting pouti debs and elephant men,
Dostoevsky wrote.
5/21/18
RNA itemizes facts.
Do you like spiral dares?
Or to be bubble-footed in dark briefs!
None of the above!
Fat, never satisfied, we live on the edge, they say,
we come from creatures far back, slowly calmed
by fear we were of a kind they were to others, lacking
redoubled patrimony and finding-it-out tools.
Distribution adjustment @ sports.com has those to spare..
tasked down from behaviorist beliefs. Hi, they say.
Do you like spiral dares?
Or to be bubble-footed in dark briefs!
None of the above!
Fat, never satisfied, we live on the edge, they say,
we come from creatures far back, slowly calmed
by fear we were of a kind they were to others, lacking
redoubled patrimony and finding-it-out tools.
Distribution adjustment @ sports.com has those to spare..
tasked down from behaviorist beliefs. Hi, they say.
Sonnet 86:
The future gives full sail bound for intelligence, prized above a ‘mortal’ pitch, teaching us to prize and grow, that is write, great verse.
I thought of you
giving us cohorts aid.. No, we see our pride flies as it works around a crowd of familiars taught to write.
Once our brain ripens, we reach neither victory nor fear — by night I lack a precious affable character beyond mortality.. both that and a familiar’s ghost morality strike me all too precious matters, like enfeeblement, like death, like filling this line.
The future gives full sail bound for intelligence, prized above a ‘mortal’ pitch, teaching us to prize and grow, that is write, great verse.
I thought of you
giving us cohorts aid.. No, we see our pride flies as it works around a crowd of familiars taught to write.
Once our brain ripens, we reach neither victory nor fear — by night I lack a precious affable character beyond mortality.. both that and a familiar’s ghost morality strike me all too precious matters, like enfeeblement, like death, like filling this line.
5/20/18
Sonnet 65:
Mortality’s boundlessness in impulsive concealment.. it could be a physics meditation held outdoors battering days since last summer. Battering all night flower action to evolve stronger, steelier pretexts, many out of hand.. petals and stems swaying over an impregnable riddle.
In time we stumble upon a miracle sonnet holding out responses for fearful continuity as it were — trademarks of both natural and technical production, mortal yet like summer honey in its shining value, a variable of beauty’s strong hand either way.
Mortality’s boundlessness in impulsive concealment.. it could be a physics meditation held outdoors battering days since last summer. Battering all night flower action to evolve stronger, steelier pretexts, many out of hand.. petals and stems swaying over an impregnable riddle.
In time we stumble upon a miracle sonnet holding out responses for fearful continuity as it were — trademarks of both natural and technical production, mortal yet like summer honey in its shining value, a variable of beauty’s strong hand either way.
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 under-invented heights.
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 under-invented heights.
C.V.: I’ve misspelled a sign celebrating fair use praxis. My focus is the hand hath put connection to a nearby eyesore we could fix up, borrowing an old face beauty once remanded. Inside, little agency, no intervention, only stripes of ideas multiplying nameless, profane, increasing inventory, keeping focus on their esteemed orientation, mining their richest veins, designing solid, stoic codes that trigger stern satisfaction dusk thru midday, they think: further focus on infolding explosive arcs of competing constructs that flare up into neat blocks of aqueous shimmer.
5/19/18
As a big spender you don’t have to be interesting.
That doesn’t sound right.
Always repeat what appeals to you.
Acquire many dialects of feeling beautiful, more profitable than deep discounts.
And you need to review hedonism before it’s retouched out.
So I’m returned to the foreground of what is more
and more like great footage with a shore
in bad translation ecrus, stock blacks, pitched provisos
and scripts-to-be, no part to fix, no comeuppance, none.
That doesn’t sound right.
Always repeat what appeals to you.
Acquire many dialects of feeling beautiful, more profitable than deep discounts.
And you need to review hedonism before it’s retouched out.
So I’m returned to the foreground of what is more
and more like great footage with a shore
in bad translation ecrus, stock blacks, pitched provisos
and scripts-to-be, no part to fix, no comeuppance, none.
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 an apostolic sacrament.
Or only one of many noted by a crowd of flutists aft.
My terms are to settle down through the evening as our proud examples
Gain longterm advantage spreading the launch.
Our ceremony for being creaturely unmarried and staying that way.
Drawing bonds along dark zones of propaganda.
And owing to your interest... this won’t constitute a holy day, merely an apostolic sacrament.
Or only one of many noted by a crowd of flutists aft.
My terms are to settle down through the evening as our proud examples
Gain longterm advantage spreading the launch.
Our ceremony for being creaturely unmarried and staying that way.
70: I don’t blame you.
Alone in your ‘kingdom’ flying backwards. You’re facing the street, passing it... A science fiction flushed hollow, cankers and buds looking prime outdoors and you’re still passing, unstained by the ambush adhering neatly to nothing, just passing, yet with suspects’ approval ornamenting impurities of state. Heaven’s sweetest.
Who are they who envy? slandering, even wooed — and such charged discourse! Don’t hold it in. Talk to their doctors.
Alone in your ‘kingdom’ flying backwards. You’re facing the street, passing it... A science fiction flushed hollow, cankers and buds looking prime outdoors and you’re still passing, unstained by the ambush adhering neatly to nothing, just passing, yet with suspects’ approval ornamenting impurities of state. Heaven’s sweetest.
Who are they who envy? slandering, even wooed — and such charged discourse! Don’t hold it in. Talk to their doctors.
It’s all set here. The economy is fixed to move.
I’m a meta physicist to an inner antecendant for whom marooning was neither scarce nor chic. Tempus fugit despite taking an interest in properties & stratagems bequeathing us
sherbet, oomphy comforts & massive inflows of feel-
ing great! These brands are shocking taken to far corners every day, above
a once bowling facility, now airbandb-ing. Tried to.
Thousands tumble.
I’m a meta physicist to an inner antecendant for whom marooning was neither scarce nor chic. Tempus fugit despite taking an interest in properties & stratagems bequeathing us
sherbet, oomphy comforts & massive inflows of feel-
ing great! These brands are shocking taken to far corners every day, above
a once bowling facility, now airbandb-ing. Tried to.
Thousands tumble.
Very good, Jack. We were going over some numbers, audience shares, I mean maxims, and...
I would like to voice concern about poetry / critique spiraling out of control...
Look, I’m filling out forms by the nightstand.
The point is I’m not writing anything “garbage-y.”
Not
anymore.
Don’t be silly, Jack. You are daytime poetry.
That’s cruel, Rabbi, very cruel.
I would like to voice concern about poetry / critique spiraling out of control...
Look, I’m filling out forms by the nightstand.
The point is I’m not writing anything “garbage-y.”
Not
anymore.
Don’t be silly, Jack. You are daytime poetry.
That’s cruel, Rabbi, very cruel.
5/18/18
Bands break up.
I lost the point of that vast line.
To define natural tears...
Payback’s hardly nice
...coming clean is a neat precipice in myth that won’t stand for practice —
not while the restive recover from plumb numbness —
we see beneath their flighty dignity...
blistered motion common as flicker tails (the angles) in light made identically hot and cold,
restive, made of the same emotional thinness getting home. That’s the super-definition :
Especially on the hunt.
I lost the point of that vast line.
To define natural tears...
Payback’s hardly nice
...coming clean is a neat precipice in myth that won’t stand for practice —
not while the restive recover from plumb numbness —
we see beneath their flighty dignity...
blistered motion common as flicker tails (the angles) in light made identically hot and cold,
restive, made of the same emotional thinness getting home. That’s the super-definition :
Especially on the hunt.
146: I’m talking to you in American.
Christ went missing. No more dying then? Won’t lie, I watched us dream economics weeding fertile ground and painting over a radius, destabilizing temperament like itty worms eating up soul after soul. No lie. Body loss. Looters and rhombus-gatherers, all doing well respectively — great work for them, cuts straight through an apparatus restructure creating more chopping patterns to follow the predictions.
The chips mount a background to soundtracks muting key words. Entire sectors of you and me feel it’s about time to leave history alone, so short a lease, epic sums on slender gloss in silence. The walkway and manly instrumentation
are redone for full combat. Let’s remember in passing notes of hyper-literal churning depth. (It might be feminists like us are on and off genome probation.)
Is this decision theory now? Don’t know. Hard to lie.
Christ went missing. No more dying then? Won’t lie, I watched us dream economics weeding fertile ground and painting over a radius, destabilizing temperament like itty worms eating up soul after soul. No lie. Body loss. Looters and rhombus-gatherers, all doing well respectively — great work for them, cuts straight through an apparatus restructure creating more chopping patterns to follow the predictions.
The chips mount a background to soundtracks muting key words. Entire sectors of you and me feel it’s about time to leave history alone, so short a lease, epic sums on slender gloss in silence. The walkway and manly instrumentation
are redone for full combat. Let’s remember in passing notes of hyper-literal churning depth. (It might be feminists like us are on and off genome probation.)
Is this decision theory now? Don’t know. Hard to lie.
Often my partner exists in a fortress, deliberately passive-aggressive like any fool.
I’m kidding. Even alone.
In our farewell, as I see it, our descendants build a museum to spy
on us & others. They look great — stomping out corners. That’s their
moonlight, indispensable today for smearing glows
down walls that follow a trajectory
aimed at each atom of both of us in maroon cords.
I’m kidding. Even alone.
In our farewell, as I see it, our descendants build a museum to spy
on us & others. They look great — stomping out corners. That’s their
moonlight, indispensable today for smearing glows
down walls that follow a trajectory
aimed at each atom of both of us in maroon cords.
1 enclosure without a pulpit, no dogma...
outdoor passages to enter then exit self sponsorship
spreading out in willful overloads of language design —
Skilled decor, de-simplified, or notional contracts
between science and who knew?
Ironic technologies without precedent —
A corporate hold across manners and adaptations, restrained praxis
and hermetic syntax, all noun phrases.
outdoor passages to enter then exit self sponsorship
spreading out in willful overloads of language design —
Skilled decor, de-simplified, or notional contracts
between science and who knew?
Ironic technologies without precedent —
A corporate hold across manners and adaptations, restrained praxis
and hermetic syntax, all noun phrases.
5/17/18
Tattoos first, second, his hair.
The plot leaves the door to irresolution ajar —
Guess what, the grabber is un-bolted down in segments like a rattle
spinning to take effect. It adds an all night ring to our narrative, id est,
the needle breathing hard, leaving the hole
open to irresolution,
to set up availabilities for picking up the dissolved thread.
The plot leaves the door to irresolution ajar —
Guess what, the grabber is un-bolted down in segments like a rattle
spinning to take effect. It adds an all night ring to our narrative, id est,
the needle breathing hard, leaving the hole
open to irresolution,
to set up availabilities for picking up the dissolved thread.
Here’s one’s take on getting back together. It’s one part
to tensive healing (a method) stitched to transparency (washes of shadow)
& aspected by hedges, almost. To go on shifting subjects
— I whisper to you, falling myself for revovery —
panicked a zillion light seconds too soon — too late thinking literally
in compliance w/ odds off bets already placed... wherein
chants, conflicts w/ breakfast & rubbery clouds, a proverbial laugh:
Nobody totally killed it. The bonuses were un-reneged-on.
It’s not large irony tho the freehold repaired to comes only in the ‘thereabouts’ pattern...
to tensive healing (a method) stitched to transparency (washes of shadow)
& aspected by hedges, almost. To go on shifting subjects
— I whisper to you, falling myself for revovery —
panicked a zillion light seconds too soon — too late thinking literally
in compliance w/ odds off bets already placed... wherein
chants, conflicts w/ breakfast & rubbery clouds, a proverbial laugh:
Nobody totally killed it. The bonuses were un-reneged-on.
It’s not large irony tho the freehold repaired to comes only in the ‘thereabouts’ pattern...
13: Father, son, you’re looking up big-eyed instincts? Instincts:
hard
to get out of the valise, dear. My love. We pirated the code.
I can’t say we pushed them out willingly (nurture, nature, frantic relaxation in stormy gusts).
The fit is good to hold.
I noticed you work away from me to hold your poise, make it smoke
against the coming end. Prepare for yourself.
Against my love, your semblances had no results. Click or call.
hard
to get out of the valise, dear. My love. We pirated the code.
I can’t say we pushed them out willingly (nurture, nature, frantic relaxation in stormy gusts).
The fit is good to hold.
I noticed you work away from me to hold your poise, make it smoke
against the coming end. Prepare for yourself.
Against my love, your semblances had no results. Click or call.
Criticism “must take a wider horizon of use.” But my notes are lost, colonized with off-rhymes; my lexicon of rhetorical “skirts” wrapped around a few “legs.”
Between a minimum and maximum Buddha retires in expired turmoil. His daybed is in the new office with murals of doves going out. His critique has no name; it’s all about listening.
Between a minimum and maximum Buddha retires in expired turmoil. His daybed is in the new office with murals of doves going out. His critique has no name; it’s all about listening.
5/16/18
Time runs out. Taxonomies
still unexplained as weather permits. Black
ops at certain altitudes, these are the hot facts; I’ve
or we feared anti-humanists w/ covert specialties
at the tip — just the tip;
I also squandered ellipses that add up
to my mostly forgetting I stood there with nothing to give
back.
still unexplained as weather permits. Black
ops at certain altitudes, these are the hot facts; I’ve
or we feared anti-humanists w/ covert specialties
at the tip — just the tip;
I also squandered ellipses that add up
to my mostly forgetting I stood there with nothing to give
back.
’Recursive perception‘ —
For your birthday (bleak as mine, too, fixing drinks) I came straight from the agency, this text’s agility welded to the dirty platform on which I wrote “Potential as Pretext in Recursive Perception and Inaction,” which seemed all I wanted to think of, ambiguously.
It was everything. All pre-happened and decided.
For your birthday (bleak as mine, too, fixing drinks) I came straight from the agency, this text’s agility welded to the dirty platform on which I wrote “Potential as Pretext in Recursive Perception and Inaction,” which seemed all I wanted to think of, ambiguously.
It was everything. All pre-happened and decided.
63: Hours..drain..blood. And something came up.
As I am now, Max Planck fellows were running off with radical research incentives for a frontier in unboundedness: Youthful treasures travel in crushing, tethered particle immolation vanished in time. And something came up.
For such time I fortify your love against life-draining injury, confounding time’s cruelty, fed from your memory. With little or no motive, the sky foregrounds our process style, never cutting, and stealing us all away always.
As I am now, Max Planck fellows were running off with radical research incentives for a frontier in unboundedness: Youthful treasures travel in crushing, tethered particle immolation vanished in time. And something came up.
For such time I fortify your love against life-draining injury, confounding time’s cruelty, fed from your memory. With little or no motive, the sky foregrounds our process style, never cutting, and stealing us all away always.
A breach of manners can be a sentence. Or a fragment. There is urgency in ideas.
I live in an echo of a country.
In the interim we reached many arrangements.
E.g. sex would be redubbed genetic sleep deprivation.
I’ll admit this seems crazy as softly the sun
marshals over the property.
I should break my leasehold, ergo.
Not really, she said out loud, ahead of how I was supposed to know.
This was the first time.
I live in an echo of a country.
In the interim we reached many arrangements.
E.g. sex would be redubbed genetic sleep deprivation.
I’ll admit this seems crazy as softly the sun
marshals over the property.
I should break my leasehold, ergo.
Not really, she said out loud, ahead of how I was supposed to know.
This was the first time.
5/15/18
Sculpture:
The ‘universal’ that’s so uncontained and biomorphic and obvious in Joan Miró is less so
here — here in 21st century America. (I’m just making excuses.)
Our emblem today is design resolution to be decorative
— unless you already live there, take shore roads in bad translation
blues, stock blacks pitched toward numbers-to-be, numbers found in a conceptual style atlas, contradicting formal transport to an ageless place we had in mind.
The ‘universal’ that’s so uncontained and biomorphic and obvious in Joan Miró is less so
here — here in 21st century America. (I’m just making excuses.)
Our emblem today is design resolution to be decorative
— unless you already live there, take shore roads in bad translation
blues, stock blacks pitched toward numbers-to-be, numbers found in a conceptual style atlas, contradicting formal transport to an ageless place we had in mind.
Flynne drops his device. He looks into the Escalade that will take him beyond and on. By now keeping close to Flynne is challenging but I have practiced warrior politics a bit. That’s a fact, just as crews of outlaws and as we hoped heroes are arbitrarily broken up by the parking arcade and doorways where a government like ours gets re-established.
Sonnet 40:
When you read this, my injury appears prior to who prompts it.
Not you.
We were informed of your deceit in our sleep, a line from Aeschylus.
We’re playing with new features and a few we move in any direction.
Not you.
Take all my loves, love. You steal from me and vice versa since all of us is in use.
Billions of highly intelligent beings with high degrees of morphic freedom
interest me only so far. More curious is why we approach English language poetry primarily in terms of understanding it.
As though propositions and semantics were key to poetry’s necessities.
Not you.
When you read this, my injury appears prior to who prompts it.
Not you.
We were informed of your deceit in our sleep, a line from Aeschylus.
We’re playing with new features and a few we move in any direction.
Not you.
Take all my loves, love. You steal from me and vice versa since all of us is in use.
Billions of highly intelligent beings with high degrees of morphic freedom
interest me only so far. More curious is why we approach English language poetry primarily in terms of understanding it.
As though propositions and semantics were key to poetry’s necessities.
Not you.
Aw, come on, try an exercise in subject-mood agreement.
Then Alexander (...great tone) went over blabbing to his dark lady, oh, ’I’ll bet a thou or 2 we can blow the empire in modern English.’
Sob being happy in English I’m not Alexander. Can’t add much. The ache of early summer is palpable, and night is falling as snorts of derision dampen my naïve representation of democracy.
Then Alexander (...great tone) went over blabbing to his dark lady, oh, ’I’ll bet a thou or 2 we can blow the empire in modern English.’
Sob being happy in English I’m not Alexander. Can’t add much. The ache of early summer is palpable, and night is falling as snorts of derision dampen my naïve representation of democracy.
Romance forward: service details.
I’m thinking of an awkward color.
The masked ballroom look — glowing
& tiled back & forth mistily
Across immense miasma.
Half of it waxing along with the bride
Adorned in varietal circumstance.
Identity theft occurred when the sky was an idea
Of seeming permanent as a child
Utterly absorbed by stars.
I’m thinking of an awkward color.
The masked ballroom look — glowing
& tiled back & forth mistily
Across immense miasma.
Half of it waxing along with the bride
Adorned in varietal circumstance.
Identity theft occurred when the sky was an idea
Of seeming permanent as a child
Utterly absorbed by stars.
Step Five (ok, I hardly get to do this one): I start nodding off admiring invisible gamma material at some teeny level of stochastic persistence. Waves go away. I can imagine a spontaneous disintegration of all of them until I find myself in a place like here, only a ‘half-life’ where speech is still material.
5/14/18
Threnody:
Misshapen rain drops prepare motives for fog storms — more rain —
gracious and fresh bodies of work, their work, fill
the globe’s air too thickly (black and thick in spades then as thick racing hearts).
We can see the excess atmosphere conning our brains —
because our shared secret has great importance —
... here’s where I lost you. (Tho ever since
everyone recognizes the secret, the secret who one is, always at it.)
You now me. Clouds yellow venturing far at night
— a mutual mist from moods drifting around in the distance, like wee dust balls.
Misshapen rain drops prepare motives for fog storms — more rain —
gracious and fresh bodies of work, their work, fill
the globe’s air too thickly (black and thick in spades then as thick racing hearts).
We can see the excess atmosphere conning our brains —
because our shared secret has great importance —
... here’s where I lost you. (Tho ever since
everyone recognizes the secret, the secret who one is, always at it.)
You now me. Clouds yellow venturing far at night
— a mutual mist from moods drifting around in the distance, like wee dust balls.
48: One only care, a trifle..
Save where you aren’t / tho I feel you are. Careful..
Tho a treasure you are left prey
Of tomorrow’s falsehoods before the fun starts.
But our thrust all for it, both arms.
I feel you over my chest, my dearest care, you and I playing a best-of-vulgar, thievish
Long shot in a pleasure ritual for the true prize outlasting how we come and part.
Save where you aren’t / tho I feel you are. Careful..
Tho a treasure you are left prey
Of tomorrow’s falsehoods before the fun starts.
But our thrust all for it, both arms.
I feel you over my chest, my dearest care, you and I playing a best-of-vulgar, thievish
Long shot in a pleasure ritual for the true prize outlasting how we come and part.
Yes or no in tokens, symbols and their prototypes. Yes or no signs. Yes or no to feuds, grim ball-bearings. Forget but never forget the asseverator’s vulnerability. And yes or no rodent names. No yet also yes to poems scoping life as a masterpiece, addressing a doormat standing an inch off the casing, fourth-up past the itch out of somewhere but nothing like every itch up your sleeve. Yes or no tempo of glyphic turmoil grounded into dotage and torpid incision in not one vowel or all 80 of them — 800 tones, yes or no prophase for pensive description. No to yes there’s insatiable shine.
5/13/18
Doomsday Door A or B? Let’s start with an idea that makes us think differently about its components. If you or I have an idea to process a text or, broader, an artifact of value — a central concern subject to critical and conceptual analysis is, how does the processed result change thinking about the process? In other words, does the artifact generate inquiry into both (a) the who, how, when, why it came about and (b) the utility of its replication or adaptation into future results?
Sonnet 61:
Simple enough picking up a pen . . . land and those living on it have data functions, similarly I see you
I watch your synthetic appropriation by composition, the vigil and force applied putting your youth
into a piece, since the grown man does not come by himself, regardless of your beauty — the river bank plied by far off
metaphors and substitutions, one at a time — less formal, so near home it’s taking dictation, taking after your love of my love of you.
Simple enough picking up a pen . . . land and those living on it have data functions, similarly I see you
I watch your synthetic appropriation by composition, the vigil and force applied putting your youth
into a piece, since the grown man does not come by himself, regardless of your beauty — the river bank plied by far off
metaphors and substitutions, one at a time — less formal, so near home it’s taking dictation, taking after your love of my love of you.
I don’t know that much about you [hi.. ] but you remind me of someone
Who can recall profound formality taking shape not that far off, quelling torture.
Half a day goes by and
You are [hi..] unattainable,
Hypersensitive to chaos, a thing to uphold.
Pull over, [hiccup] this is serious.
Soft fear and despair, the flip side to formalism ...
Who can recall profound formality taking shape not that far off, quelling torture.
Half a day goes by and
You are [hi..] unattainable,
Hypersensitive to chaos, a thing to uphold.
Pull over, [hiccup] this is serious.
Soft fear and despair, the flip side to formalism ...
5/12/18
There was a boom in robots once.
It all came about back in 1st or 2nd grade.
And if you invest now, daylight garners one
several that breathe, toting examples of published cook
-ing ontologies, whatever they got alleged. Memory has it we
don’t have the brains to enumerate an open enough peace
next to sleeping people staring through the ice.
Is this bluff for real? one asked with good reason
before the ice scissored out the upper grades.
It all came about back in 1st or 2nd grade.
And if you invest now, daylight garners one
several that breathe, toting examples of published cook
-ing ontologies, whatever they got alleged. Memory has it we
don’t have the brains to enumerate an open enough peace
next to sleeping people staring through the ice.
Is this bluff for real? one asked with good reason
before the ice scissored out the upper grades.
Here’s my favorite.
Baking is a big puzzlement of natural selection and uprising. Here, the audience rises.
(That is, artisans among the audience rise, impetuous (hex 46, top line), some from costive stock, unflappably happy, even brusque.)
Somewhere I float in. I’m late for the prom fitting, weeping inside. Funny place
for a dance, Mr Baker.
Baking is a big puzzlement of natural selection and uprising. Here, the audience rises.
(That is, artisans among the audience rise, impetuous (hex 46, top line), some from costive stock, unflappably happy, even brusque.)
Somewhere I float in. I’m late for the prom fitting, weeping inside. Funny place
for a dance, Mr Baker.
67: Smarts don’t matter. You had a wealth of smarts. Advantage achieved?
I’m laying myself off. Shall I? (Not that I’m smart.) I’m imitating an exchequer, an evolutionist of avarice — loose ends everywhere giving wind an upright advantage and inflection point — long since moot — wherefore roses in shadow seem false, laced to society. For this is where wind and other loosenesses keep only youth on the gain side, impious beauty and true presence forward.
And that goes for the lively sun shining with its indirect blush-to-blood on the street, bankrupting grownups.
I’m laying myself off. Shall I? (Not that I’m smart.) I’m imitating an exchequer, an evolutionist of avarice — loose ends everywhere giving wind an upright advantage and inflection point — long since moot — wherefore roses in shadow seem false, laced to society. For this is where wind and other loosenesses keep only youth on the gain side, impious beauty and true presence forward.
And that goes for the lively sun shining with its indirect blush-to-blood on the street, bankrupting grownups.
Then it happens. A man’s voice, handsome, calm, also nervous ab structure.
Protecting a man’s dignity threatens it. Everyone knows that.
Bathing — ‘worth the trouble’ — called out in a tremblor voice to men aroused like children
blurring the terrain,
stenciling closure. He shouts,
‘Can we search for reason in nature’s chaos... '
No one writes like this, pulsating — it’s wonderful.
A near miracle.
Bathing — ‘worth the trouble’ — called out in a tremblor voice to men aroused like children
blurring the terrain,
stenciling closure. He shouts,
‘Can we search for reason in nature’s chaos... '
No one writes like this, pulsating — it’s wonderful.
A near miracle.
How to hitchhike. I come across an organizing principle and pulling the trigger, replacing
subject matter with source text, exploring only the musts: there are structure, acquisition, use, media — no eros in no ideas.
Self-conflict and compromise keep popping up as rich bases for ironic pleasure and symphonic failure.
If that’s allowed. Failure, pleasure, pop up, to that effect.
Primitive patterns and blue throats, crowbars taped to a tree, in the distance, Eroica...
We haven’t been far away — the fields are twenty, chips are foam, our clothes thrown,
The great We of fish, that's what I say on a sea plane worked into the sky.
Self-conflict and compromise keep popping up as rich bases for ironic pleasure and symphonic failure.
If that’s allowed. Failure, pleasure, pop up, to that effect.
Primitive patterns and blue throats, crowbars taped to a tree, in the distance, Eroica...
We haven’t been far away — the fields are twenty, chips are foam, our clothes thrown,
The great We of fish, that's what I say on a sea plane worked into the sky.
5/11/18
Once your public is mounted you can add your own awesome content!
Your first lover.
He could heal you thru.
Then the forces of narrative happen, seeing breath fixed
on the floor as it circles midair,
and we see your ETA.
We won’t be a second late — your exes
understand we can all meet seeing you.
That’s the gist.
Your first lover.
He could heal you thru.
Then the forces of narrative happen, seeing breath fixed
on the floor as it circles midair,
and we see your ETA.
We won’t be a second late — your exes
understand we can all meet seeing you.
That’s the gist.
Role switch. I’m editing you a poem.
I’m not unversed in universal postcard theory. I hear it’s packed with shrill ideology, multivalent intelligence, ultra-experimental conversation. But postcards, man, they feel good as marginal surprises.
I’m writing where the living talk to the dead, like the hushed ones in mysticism boasting of their willingness to reach compromise.
I’m not unversed in universal postcard theory. I hear it’s packed with shrill ideology, multivalent intelligence, ultra-experimental conversation. But postcards, man, they feel good as marginal surprises.
I’m writing where the living talk to the dead, like the hushed ones in mysticism boasting of their willingness to reach compromise.
We have empty form in grizzled perpetuity and a hip cast
— super angels strumming harps for a full encore of Zeus Arrhenothelus
Bringing up larger drama for the stretch and preen in uncanny vigilance —
Fall back, breathe out while other cast members get authenticated —
Casually removed or
Restored at a slight remove since we are implanted with manifold waves
From darkness as most 3rd-dimensionalists will tell you, like most vacuum ..
— super angels strumming harps for a full encore of Zeus Arrhenothelus
Bringing up larger drama for the stretch and preen in uncanny vigilance —
Fall back, breathe out while other cast members get authenticated —
Casually removed or
Restored at a slight remove since we are implanted with manifold waves
From darkness as most 3rd-dimensionalists will tell you, like most vacuum ..
69: Kind eyes are in deeds,
sang an inward voice (of souls).
Thus measured thoughts uttered in tongues more confounded
watching you bathe parts of you the world views
in the same image-cluster now crowned in tawny daybreak.
See-thru flowers and hues your body accents seraphic white, others sang (seeing farther). Wanting nothing, although
bare truth, we are of two hearts. They can mend.
Two more loiter over the beauty of your mind.
Looking on, both smile, neither laugh. They’re extending their blood-pull orbit toward Pan?
For you, that’s outward praise.
sang an inward voice (of souls).
Thus measured thoughts uttered in tongues more confounded
watching you bathe parts of you the world views
in the same image-cluster now crowned in tawny daybreak.
See-thru flowers and hues your body accents seraphic white, others sang (seeing farther). Wanting nothing, although
bare truth, we are of two hearts. They can mend.
Two more loiter over the beauty of your mind.
Looking on, both smile, neither laugh. They’re extending their blood-pull orbit toward Pan?
For you, that’s outward praise.
Rough framework: A giddy notation to a story.
Visuals like tenured blurs formally at odds,
split seconds in a bigger, frank understanding with no data.
A bog of cloudburst capsizes, disabused of clouds,
blending in, no longer exterior to land
untrusted and abstract, a heavy rain
snapping into randomness.
Visuals like tenured blurs formally at odds,
split seconds in a bigger, frank understanding with no data.
A bog of cloudburst capsizes, disabused of clouds,
blending in, no longer exterior to land
untrusted and abstract, a heavy rain
snapping into randomness.
5/10/18
Squandering the opportunity —
I didn’t have to what the hell?
Living requires
alternative means for the puzzled trot,
the smell of being in a raw shoot from every progressive angle.
I'm winding into a reliance on hardworking pleasures, broccoli, incense
and venue rumbles, open plans, open lots
just turning up.
I didn’t have to what the hell?
Living requires
alternative means for the puzzled trot,
the smell of being in a raw shoot from every progressive angle.
I'm winding into a reliance on hardworking pleasures, broccoli, incense
and venue rumbles, open plans, open lots
just turning up.
89: In relation to conflicts over scale, Habermas and I want to inspect what you and others say.
Truly offensive. Forgetting what we both add has nothing to do with current biases of mine. Like so many others, I’m fixated on warcraft, loss of democratic principles and governance procedures —
procedures again, only this time writ profanely large. The writ carries a stark reference to the last liberal prime number among us, John Rawls, but how wrong, inarticulate and superficially sweet to use him this way. I’ll disgrace myself if you don’t tell me to change.
And speaking of lameness, I’m conflicted about criteria for justice, I have questions how these may apply to our acquaintance and your stranglehold now ...
Truly offensive. Forgetting what we both add has nothing to do with current biases of mine. Like so many others, I’m fixated on warcraft, loss of democratic principles and governance procedures —
procedures again, only this time writ profanely large. The writ carries a stark reference to the last liberal prime number among us, John Rawls, but how wrong, inarticulate and superficially sweet to use him this way. I’ll disgrace myself if you don’t tell me to change.
And speaking of lameness, I’m conflicted about criteria for justice, I have questions how these may apply to our acquaintance and your stranglehold now ...
Sonnet 100:
Muse. You.
We have tangibility subtracting song
— work converted to worthless argument
with little or no honor.
But it adds up. The numbers spoil everywhere — times
we don’t have to see you
we get the job done. We’re faster than time.
We forget that’s why singing actuaries went
unmoored. Their affection is idly vicarious here. Vicarious isn’t crooked enough. Fame, skill have long
redeemed our fury over what accounts spent.
The survey speaks of love only in numbers,
a despised waste of life, if any, as satire.
Muse. You.
We have tangibility subtracting song
— work converted to worthless argument
with little or no honor.
But it adds up. The numbers spoil everywhere — times
we don’t have to see you
we get the job done. We’re faster than time.
We forget that’s why singing actuaries went
unmoored. Their affection is idly vicarious here. Vicarious isn’t crooked enough. Fame, skill have long
redeemed our fury over what accounts spent.
The survey speaks of love only in numbers,
a despised waste of life, if any, as satire.
5/9/18
Without counsel, full consent is a slog mating a slow burn.
You trust yourself by age 600 satisfied
Euclidean space holds the blueprints to make your home efficient.
That was before you were reborn or uninvented.
Recursions set in. You had no modesty issues.
You have none now, none detected, and fewer and fewer policy goals.
You change your shirt, put your weight behind a sketch (a study)
As there is no theory there isn’t theory
— efficiency one on one is galvanized torture which escalates, utter
Formalities documented in the eye, so fine counter-stretched, kept on balance / in suspense —
You trust yourself by age 600 satisfied
Euclidean space holds the blueprints to make your home efficient.
That was before you were reborn or uninvented.
Recursions set in. You had no modesty issues.
You have none now, none detected, and fewer and fewer policy goals.
You change your shirt, put your weight behind a sketch (a study)
As there is no theory there isn’t theory
— efficiency one on one is galvanized torture which escalates, utter
Formalities documented in the eye, so fine counter-stretched, kept on balance / in suspense —
82: Sing:
I swear..
...I’ll say it again, there’s a dedicated method to overlook, a high-five as you whisper this is a second emphasis, both natural and gross.
Adorno says strained rhetoric is fair game starting over (in the middle) but true words have always been devised.
And therefore there’s no foundering beneath the social parasail of violence. Plain speech commits us, forces us.
And do so, love. You are as fair in knowledge as in hue.
Devised in love, that’s the plain worst case, and here we are — let me give you a hand.
I swear..
...I’ll say it again, there’s a dedicated method to overlook, a high-five as you whisper this is a second emphasis, both natural and gross.
Adorno says strained rhetoric is fair game starting over (in the middle) but true words have always been devised.
And therefore there’s no foundering beneath the social parasail of violence. Plain speech commits us, forces us.
And do so, love. You are as fair in knowledge as in hue.
Devised in love, that’s the plain worst case, and here we are — let me give you a hand.
to Advisor Bolton
One thinks one loves you all-purpose, all calm, never resolved,
Because you’re only one resource, one swab
In a climate of drumming opinions and best practices —
Then driving rain and surging seas, heinous Persia
Long overdue, you said, any day. A refreshing reminder.
My sympathies.
One thinks one loves you all-purpose, all calm, never resolved,
Because you’re only one resource, one swab
In a climate of drumming opinions and best practices —
Then driving rain and surging seas, heinous Persia
Long overdue, you said, any day. A refreshing reminder.
My sympathies.
5/8/18
Our retention rates are what makes us /great.
Love and heritage go down together.
The last nonpoem eases the dress code, a bolo tie display on 8
For a race of giants (giants are made up pieces of one another in other names).
Love came up short for a few and drove them to forgery. And shatters.
The taking of whatever works to swat the hand that feeds them,
Sharpening endurance,
Risking focus.
Love and heritage go down together.
The last nonpoem eases the dress code, a bolo tie display on 8
For a race of giants (giants are made up pieces of one another in other names).
Love came up short for a few and drove them to forgery. And shatters.
The taking of whatever works to swat the hand that feeds them,
Sharpening endurance,
Risking focus.
In our heart of hearts, lord, we’re wading out to meta-trigonometries ..
I’m wanting respect, witness to a natural moon shining
its belle-lettrist metamorphoses, moving sweet points
over the slip, damning loose ends even with fairer aspects, so great a duty
but giving wind sheer every opportunity
.. to let us go. On.
Up. Now.
Prove me yours.
I’m wanting respect, witness to a natural moon shining
its belle-lettrist metamorphoses, moving sweet points
over the slip, damning loose ends even with fairer aspects, so great a duty
but giving wind sheer every opportunity
.. to let us go. On.
Up. Now.
Prove me yours.
81: I forget so much memory is powered by mistakes = my gentle verse.
Versus I forget umbrage derives from distortion = from a common grave
Fond pleas, fractured time, your and my memories, our deaths and morbidity — all survive.
For in men’s mouths death lives in thoughts of dying,
Thoughts still read aloud by tongues also rehearsing life with the dead. Haven’t I
Lived to breathe your epitaph? Shall I lie?
Versus I forget umbrage derives from distortion = from a common grave
Fond pleas, fractured time, your and my memories, our deaths and morbidity — all survive.
For in men’s mouths death lives in thoughts of dying,
Thoughts still read aloud by tongues also rehearsing life with the dead. Haven’t I
Lived to breathe your epitaph? Shall I lie?
5/7/18
Paradoxical tissue is still not perfect, living unlocked, but scrunched for breakfast.
It dawns on us I am covered with joy reform. That’s why I went for consensus over
the tractor-red flamenco-glued-to-cable partitions!
They’re in place as a lorem ipsum dolor sit
taken of the whole ironic sector before repro-ed onward
offhand.. rather like a jigsaw
that gets unsolved.
It dawns on us I am covered with joy reform. That’s why I went for consensus over
the tractor-red flamenco-glued-to-cable partitions!
They’re in place as a lorem ipsum dolor sit
taken of the whole ironic sector before repro-ed onward
offhand.. rather like a jigsaw
that gets unsolved.
91: Who owns property, names, anything under formalism? Boasting of birth,
of skill, we grew up 20th century, 100 years before joy in wealth
felt better in one general way, adjunct research suggests
now of hawks or hounds, of all men’s pride. Your love tho is better than dreams of pleasures
that don’t exist — here we go — your love goes higher in value.
Love’s body force richer, prouder, always on top —
The better having you, finding our joy above the rest.
of skill, we grew up 20th century, 100 years before joy in wealth
felt better in one general way, adjunct research suggests
now of hawks or hounds, of all men’s pride. Your love tho is better than dreams of pleasures
that don’t exist — here we go — your love goes higher in value.
Love’s body force richer, prouder, always on top —
The better having you, finding our joy above the rest.
After the decline of the XIXth century, there were little insurrections
The state held sway, even on the 2nd floor near coatcheck.
Eminent domain: Paranoia engaged us then passed out.
Young & ugly you & you were next. Clouds dumped into drinks
Not to arouse the unknown or undue, your well-being was my concern.
Few invitations. I won’t forget. In, out, very well. Plato in French.
To resolve a domain, auto-explicability emerges.
& that does it for this hour. New world seasonal circumstances had
Postponed further equity & because of you =
No end to inquirers laughing thru-out. Keep them waiting.
The state held sway, even on the 2nd floor near coatcheck.
Eminent domain: Paranoia engaged us then passed out.
Young & ugly you & you were next. Clouds dumped into drinks
Not to arouse the unknown or undue, your well-being was my concern.
Few invitations. I won’t forget. In, out, very well. Plato in French.
To resolve a domain, auto-explicability emerges.
& that does it for this hour. New world seasonal circumstances had
Postponed further equity & because of you =
No end to inquirers laughing thru-out. Keep them waiting.
Keep to an order to begin —
Is it the broad-armed approach you took
Erasing most of marketing, any
Specificity that seemed normal?
Looking at the pebbles and snails
And tiny shrimp-like creatures..
That
Wok breakfast, man, a chef
Standing off across
Your whole food outlook!
Compression is particulate and coarse-grained. But —
It remains
Both our voices have to grow
Until I know you from a prior life or loss.
Hot sun, cool air, and no clothes.
Loss of pain penetrating like moral gelatin
That pressures, punctures social tyranny
Whole.
Is it the broad-armed approach you took
Erasing most of marketing, any
Specificity that seemed normal?
Looking at the pebbles and snails
And tiny shrimp-like creatures..
That
Wok breakfast, man, a chef
Standing off across
Your whole food outlook!
Compression is particulate and coarse-grained. But —
It remains
Both our voices have to grow
Until I know you from a prior life or loss.
Hot sun, cool air, and no clothes.
Loss of pain penetrating like moral gelatin
That pressures, punctures social tyranny
Whole.
5/6/18
Astronomers from a famous university have nothing to give back. The known entity we reference as perpetual as well as outer space is erratically arced with self-erased trapezoids and dull oblongs scratched over with olfactory précis: Cosmos unexplained, fingers crossed.
Given our double indemnity, our unfulfilled categories sit atop broken mosaic atmospheres, molecules pounding from overtime. Fast above the lush, appointed blur.
Given our double indemnity, our unfulfilled categories sit atop broken mosaic atmospheres, molecules pounding from overtime. Fast above the lush, appointed blur.
We were used by demolition pros,
sliced, etc. Oh
You were fantastic, metallically shaded,
an arms race in refuge.
This is the bridge.
Have you been?
Tasted great.
And after
Lilacs with mesh
without a searchlight to blemish
the vapor
Polarized as boats
keel and cover rubber planks
across their reflection,
an essence of flame pink
and orange.
sliced, etc. Oh
You were fantastic, metallically shaded,
an arms race in refuge.
This is the bridge.
Have you been?
Tasted great.
And after
Lilacs with mesh
without a searchlight to blemish
the vapor
Polarized as boats
keel and cover rubber planks
across their reflection,
an essence of flame pink
and orange.
32: You’re reserved outdoors, Psyche, for his love
Exempts us from showing up to enchain, knife, subdue..
That’s before reaching heights with happier men.
Satie playing, giving away what we’re good at
— gosh! I read a generation in tears warmed up in bettering concessions,
A class struggle thinking it’s for real.
The struggle, not the tears.
Exempts us from showing up to enchain, knife, subdue..
That’s before reaching heights with happier men.
Satie playing, giving away what we’re good at
— gosh! I read a generation in tears warmed up in bettering concessions,
A class struggle thinking it’s for real.
The struggle, not the tears.
O tranquility, your presence
symbolizes conquest that feels great.
You hate closed doors but like
to close them.
Conquest in your wake gathers late,
You laugh and put me in your head.
You imitate the inflection
rather than the sound of local slippery
conditions. Your victims cohere intermittently
as victims
Of deceptive simplicity
within love’s presence as well as the weather, the weather man.
symbolizes conquest that feels great.
You hate closed doors but like
to close them.
Conquest in your wake gathers late,
You laugh and put me in your head.
You imitate the inflection
rather than the sound of local slippery
conditions. Your victims cohere intermittently
as victims
Of deceptive simplicity
within love’s presence as well as the weather, the weather man.
5/5/18
I hate being made fun of.
In the interim I’ve written jokes,
All natural as clouds part — over 1000 —
The aerodrome softly moans .. it could be roars of laughter in introspection
slotted for long silent scream divisions
— raising our heads front and center.
Heads up = you’re paying attention to adapted preferences, opposite Proustian project boards.
And owing to your interest... this won’t ever constitute a date.
In the interim I’ve written jokes,
All natural as clouds part — over 1000 —
The aerodrome softly moans .. it could be roars of laughter in introspection
slotted for long silent scream divisions
— raising our heads front and center.
Heads up = you’re paying attention to adapted preferences, opposite Proustian project boards.
And owing to your interest... this won’t ever constitute a date.
When shopping from your texts I find solid proof
Showing stunning results for innuendo: ‘You’re good. Doing this, I offered. Just
Report to duration centers for the rich for best pricing, unless
Outright theft looks better. Go. Fees balanced. Eject.’
Then you told me repetitive purloining motion went much further —
Making money w/out reason is mass
-ive. After.. surely if that’s the mood, there are vector
Utilities for expressing amassed wealth after dark..
Sleep has no idea of here and now when ordering everything is the right answer
.. all on your check!
Showing stunning results for innuendo: ‘You’re good. Doing this, I offered. Just
Report to duration centers for the rich for best pricing, unless
Outright theft looks better. Go. Fees balanced. Eject.’
Then you told me repetitive purloining motion went much further —
Making money w/out reason is mass
-ive. After.. surely if that’s the mood, there are vector
Utilities for expressing amassed wealth after dark..
Sleep has no idea of here and now when ordering everything is the right answer
.. all on your check!
Sonnet 38:
Damn, can’t complain, when my muse
left we had a subject..
Next to nothing, also a white winged crossbill
went berserk — notes on wet bubbles — of curious worth.
To invent takes in here and now
— who’s so dumb when everything is the right answer —
You yourself once came up with this argument
— breathing now you pour into my verse!
And you give invention light outliving you and me
rehearsing, calling on you, bringing thanks to you.
Damn, can’t complain, when my muse
left we had a subject..
Next to nothing, also a white winged crossbill
went berserk — notes on wet bubbles — of curious worth.
To invent takes in here and now
— who’s so dumb when everything is the right answer —
You yourself once came up with this argument
— breathing now you pour into my verse!
And you give invention light outliving you and me
rehearsing, calling on you, bringing thanks to you.
Dawn. I thought I wouldn’t get back to sleep.
I was going to call you “Draped Profile.”
Held from both sides.
Distinguished in feel. “Pronounce it.”
That’s good.
Now draw the strings. Ok
— what do you know!
It goes off the air base,
Hard to shovel, soft to fall
White, blue, pale
— lavish as
Intoxicating creatures but
Uncertain how they unite us in separation
No matter how we change in love.
I was going to call you “Draped Profile.”
Held from both sides.
Distinguished in feel. “Pronounce it.”
That’s good.
Now draw the strings. Ok
— what do you know!
It goes off the air base,
Hard to shovel, soft to fall
White, blue, pale
— lavish as
Intoxicating creatures but
Uncertain how they unite us in separation
No matter how we change in love.
5/4/18
132: I’d like to bend rules for a stretch to wipe within a finger painting
where we get dressed soberly for the sky out west —
It’s so cold here. A place for mourning w/ subdued hearts, rare
minerals that look like tree colors we paint back east.
Your eyes I love, and they usher us
where stars are filled with your grace to torment me more —
more than half the sun, than half the glory of heaven
as those eyes become your face.
where we get dressed soberly for the sky out west —
It’s so cold here. A place for mourning w/ subdued hearts, rare
minerals that look like tree colors we paint back east.
Your eyes I love, and they usher us
where stars are filled with your grace to torment me more —
more than half the sun, than half the glory of heaven
as those eyes become your face.
The tallest paintings remeasure your height.
Painting ideas.
You had heard accelerated pilgrims eat paintings stretched onto canvases of different sizes, gloomy jigsaws, severed threats, sticky placards in paint that’s waste emaciated into planes of junk and prosaic emptiness. This rural road. Painting double quotes.
Painting ideas.
You had heard accelerated pilgrims eat paintings stretched onto canvases of different sizes, gloomy jigsaws, severed threats, sticky placards in paint that’s waste emaciated into planes of junk and prosaic emptiness. This rural road. Painting double quotes.
5/3/18
I’m not afraid of showing the much simpler, formless inexact I wave and dissipate into highly animate raw munition. My hands are supposed to cohere in what I cull from hearsay. Raising one hand exudes only passion, which if you allow I agree with, with intertwined wilderness raising two, but a misdeal.
Broken, giddy up, dead.
Today I face thunder. How to pay homage...
Page 10 concluded some orthodontic advice.
My instinct when asked is to inch back
To the moody raw nation where these talks and notes
Jettison their own use. No half-soothing word
On top various uninvented heights,
No heights outward
Of looking into what we broke —
The soul is a hypothesis, a sweet flying
Fish out of water wind-surfing over interstates
To destroy itself.
We begged it to go faster and keep at it,
Stick with a sublime subject or object, rally
For more than shimmering in a mega-lens.
If you can slap it perhaps you should.
Today I face thunder. How to pay homage...
Page 10 concluded some orthodontic advice.
My instinct when asked is to inch back
To the moody raw nation where these talks and notes
Jettison their own use. No half-soothing word
On top various uninvented heights,
No heights outward
Of looking into what we broke —
The soul is a hypothesis, a sweet flying
Fish out of water wind-surfing over interstates
To destroy itself.
We begged it to go faster and keep at it,
Stick with a sublime subject or object, rally
For more than shimmering in a mega-lens.
If you can slap it perhaps you should.
A few minutes ago there were bright blue shadows.
The quartet’s on a formal mission; higher
up, the mission’s part scribble / disassociation.
I can hear Johnny shoveling the drive
like a voiceover to operate microspores humanely,
stacking ideas of alembic tubes that mate
over magnets. Tubes lit with disentanglements.
Prayer in all directions.
The quartet’s on a formal mission; higher
up, the mission’s part scribble / disassociation.
I can hear Johnny shoveling the drive
like a voiceover to operate microspores humanely,
stacking ideas of alembic tubes that mate
over magnets. Tubes lit with disentanglements.
Prayer in all directions.
Sweetest of the geeks take their lessons to heart and join a special breed apart. Hoody, fucked-up demeanor and default dalliance with convention will get us to our destinations faster and more pumped. Something about / the “human couplet” / keeps me over and under. It’s a military formula, zennish almost, common enough striving to write as well as to rock.
5/2/18
Here’s how I hitchhike. I pull on my gloves and come across an organizing principle for pulling a trigger or 2, replacing subject matter with source text, exploring only the musts: structure, acquisition, mis-use, peasant media — no Eros except in ideas, room for the best but never the pure.
3, One who hitches has no right to speak other than excellently. Self-conflict and compromise keep coming up as rich bases for ironic pleasure and symphonic failure. If that’s allowed.
Primitive patterns and blue throats, crowbars taped to a tree, in the distance, Eroica...
We haven’t been far away — the fields are twenty, chips are foam, our clothes thrown,
The great We of fish, that’s what I say on a sea plane worked into the sky.
3, One who hitches has no right to speak other than excellently. Self-conflict and compromise keep coming up as rich bases for ironic pleasure and symphonic failure. If that’s allowed.
Primitive patterns and blue throats, crowbars taped to a tree, in the distance, Eroica...
We haven’t been far away — the fields are twenty, chips are foam, our clothes thrown,
The great We of fish, that’s what I say on a sea plane worked into the sky.
Matters of faith:
Mind and body worship is vicarious before conforming to system leaks.
I’m too ugly to be molested. It’s true.
I kissed a cat. Once.
Once out of what? out of dying belief
I wrote on otherness when down (“I’ve stopped looking”) otherness came.
A sober-garish run on sentence
Lay before my head cold rumbling..
My body in the language of dunes and trash
— soba colors with melons and blues.
I’m sorry for shoddy reasoning and growth. Sorry as pieces
Of aqua and orange foam and glass.
Even more I like meeting mates’ life-changing kisses —
Kisses like odes on progress.
Hoarse for weeks.
Mind and body worship is vicarious before conforming to system leaks.
I’m too ugly to be molested. It’s true.
I kissed a cat. Once.
Once out of what? out of dying belief
I wrote on otherness when down (“I’ve stopped looking”) otherness came.
A sober-garish run on sentence
Lay before my head cold rumbling..
My body in the language of dunes and trash
— soba colors with melons and blues.
I’m sorry for shoddy reasoning and growth. Sorry as pieces
Of aqua and orange foam and glass.
Even more I like meeting mates’ life-changing kisses —
Kisses like odes on progress.
Hoarse for weeks.
A few minutes ago there were bright blue shadows.
The quartet’s on a formal mission; higher
up, the mission’s part scribble / disassociation.
I can hear Johnny shoveling the drive
like a voiceover to operate microspores humanely,
stacking ideas of alembic tubes that mate
over magnets. Tubes lit with disentanglements.
Prayer in all directions.
The quartet’s on a formal mission; higher
up, the mission’s part scribble / disassociation.
I can hear Johnny shoveling the drive
like a voiceover to operate microspores humanely,
stacking ideas of alembic tubes that mate
over magnets. Tubes lit with disentanglements.
Prayer in all directions.
5/1/18
Sonnet 150:
Power to the powerful. A truism like this reminds me of a simple turn of the ignition, not a big deal.. A journey over a pathless scrubland back at that bind when you and many were read by the last data beyond the (evolutionary) point. All in an identical manner, everyone getting one message while sugar consumption skyrockets and textless news advances in choppy ‘prose.’
Would you like to ask questions or can it diagram its strength of skill?
The message refused to come here directly deducing another head scene to make me love you like the first time. That’s in my mind ever since love’s regimen bulked up, competing for powerful excess, powerful perspective in every word mentioned or about to be, with all syllables performing as one compass spin between you and others trained in our elite language packing questions, giving no cause of hate. Who or what taught you to make me love you more?
Power to the powerful. A truism like this reminds me of a simple turn of the ignition, not a big deal.. A journey over a pathless scrubland back at that bind when you and many were read by the last data beyond the (evolutionary) point. All in an identical manner, everyone getting one message while sugar consumption skyrockets and textless news advances in choppy ‘prose.’
Would you like to ask questions or can it diagram its strength of skill?
The message refused to come here directly deducing another head scene to make me love you like the first time. That’s in my mind ever since love’s regimen bulked up, competing for powerful excess, powerful perspective in every word mentioned or about to be, with all syllables performing as one compass spin between you and others trained in our elite language packing questions, giving no cause of hate. Who or what taught you to make me love you more?
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