Sooner or later Chickee got uncomfortable knowing the gender question has a peculiar tripwire: in one tumble of silt and salt waves a queasiness signs on as gender is the one query no one ignores, also a quest ill-equipped to be entirely fulfilled.
Thus, Chickee is a guy.
7/31/18
It’s hard to do a mock-up & care.
That means you, banshee.
Maybe I am foreshortened taking up prerequisites in criminal governance;
I won’t cry to lessen the g-force of my depravity (your territory), but I hear
squeaks. It could be me reduced in size talking to you for crissakes.
I shouldn’t but I won’t.
I can’t tell you I don’t care.
That means you, banshee.
Maybe I am foreshortened taking up prerequisites in criminal governance;
I won’t cry to lessen the g-force of my depravity (your territory), but I hear
squeaks. It could be me reduced in size talking to you for crissakes.
I shouldn’t but I won’t.
I can’t tell you I don’t care.
76: In flight, our work is told on telling.
How can varsity spend their tribute? How spent? Why?
This café, I think, is going to answer that & help the weather from getting lost. I meant
I know the framework craves attention, that’s why I always write of you.
Why I finish a stretch and new and old lines get confused, showing their new, common birth.
Lines fuse a way
they
continue. My argument.
How can varsity spend their tribute? How spent? Why?
This café, I think, is going to answer that & help the weather from getting lost. I meant
I know the framework craves attention, that’s why I always write of you.
Why I finish a stretch and new and old lines get confused, showing their new, common birth.
Lines fuse a way
they
continue. My argument.
In this moon diagram a resistant fragrance was my last fill of fish sticks. Oh you know, unhappy
we supplemented photographs for subject matter, I recall.
Garland fungus, students in foreground (by an arch to the abandoned parks).
It’s up to pond structure to model our passivity learning the moon’s mother tongue, long vowels
impelled by shore conditions, birds in flight. Protecting the hang of dignity threatens it. Everyone
knows that. Everyone alive. A little sick, even unwell, yet one man’s voice is handsome, calm, also scrappy.
Further down the pillar, a kimono has been entered, explaining prehension tongue in cheek.
we supplemented photographs for subject matter, I recall.
Garland fungus, students in foreground (by an arch to the abandoned parks).
It’s up to pond structure to model our passivity learning the moon’s mother tongue, long vowels
impelled by shore conditions, birds in flight. Protecting the hang of dignity threatens it. Everyone
knows that. Everyone alive. A little sick, even unwell, yet one man’s voice is handsome, calm, also scrappy.
Further down the pillar, a kimono has been entered, explaining prehension tongue in cheek.
7/30/18
Roadkill would be the most empirical debacle turning abstract to date — a bumblebee
clocked into epic death by itself, on its own, having its own quarrel in
-side. I’m certain his lack of manners or historicity
was a flaw like smearing a heartthrob, a Lebowski.
Not mad but apeshit, the bee shoots for an exit to the coast
hitting the weather surface in lithe shorthand coupled with a last
puffiness and black-to-yellow color of sane amalgamation.
clocked into epic death by itself, on its own, having its own quarrel in
-side. I’m certain his lack of manners or historicity
was a flaw like smearing a heartthrob, a Lebowski.
Not mad but apeshit, the bee shoots for an exit to the coast
hitting the weather surface in lithe shorthand coupled with a last
puffiness and black-to-yellow color of sane amalgamation.
There’s no one way to degrade-ultimately-destroy capital.
Try feeling polyphonic with an uncapped fortune, reflecting what you did when your adolescent backbone iced up, raising all boats, all standards, all social levels.
Our greatest fear is going deeper—
That would kill our real parents.
They’re dead already.
Hence the family corporation is casually hidden
and lonely as an interdiscipline that threatens.
Solitude, confidences, you’ll earn times in the day,
the plays and many a jungle, many in an around the clock series —
Try feeling polyphonic with an uncapped fortune, reflecting what you did when your adolescent backbone iced up, raising all boats, all standards, all social levels.
Our greatest fear is going deeper—
That would kill our real parents.
They’re dead already.
Hence the family corporation is casually hidden
and lonely as an interdiscipline that threatens.
Solitude, confidences, you’ll earn times in the day,
the plays and many a jungle, many in an around the clock series —
87: Sodajerks. Their stock was luminous. Adding
that noun phrase furthered ambition (we’re sure it was theirs), amusing
vim shaken from the inside. Each had a skeleton curse; the lot growing
fewer over time. (Youth remains, after all, the determined object of love.) An emotional matter
language models for 3 dimensional farewells in waking you
then not knowing.
that noun phrase furthered ambition (we’re sure it was theirs), amusing
vim shaken from the inside. Each had a skeleton curse; the lot growing
fewer over time. (Youth remains, after all, the determined object of love.) An emotional matter
language models for 3 dimensional farewells in waking you
then not knowing.
The air is sawed off, wishy and doing better. We were dangerous, once.
Smooth rhetoric is purely blur. It’s too late to make it sparse. Now we’re appalled. Even our restraint is wishy for its own sake.
We could see from a solid distance, your rakish note to yourself, you mixed mediums .. no shit. None of mine.
As I understand it the exact second you insert the first-person, rotary forces of moral freedom will drill 5 feet down underground, a strafed, ethical spectacle falling into proverbial and natural coherence like mumps, something you never saw and you never will, you gestalt freak.
Smooth rhetoric is purely blur. It’s too late to make it sparse. Now we’re appalled. Even our restraint is wishy for its own sake.
We could see from a solid distance, your rakish note to yourself, you mixed mediums .. no shit. None of mine.
As I understand it the exact second you insert the first-person, rotary forces of moral freedom will drill 5 feet down underground, a strafed, ethical spectacle falling into proverbial and natural coherence like mumps, something you never saw and you never will, you gestalt freak.
Having a visible cocktail with yo...
Take-down quotation-décor really scares me. Take-down as the day zooms, it seems anathematic enough but to specify a wipe-out draping fiber ...and still the hue comes back to bone-desperate substance. Bone hued, relaxed and free of contradictions in desire.
Our small party turning into Lost Colony as the fete evanesces into a seminar on comparisons, fact-rechecks, back formations, replenishings.
That was all I felt.
Discuss the cut-off points where ideas can meet and turn into commodious habits that muddle thru and onward. Talk about process. Curtains then drapes.
Our small party turning into Lost Colony as the fete evanesces into a seminar on comparisons, fact-rechecks, back formations, replenishings.
That was all I felt.
Discuss the cut-off points where ideas can meet and turn into commodious habits that muddle thru and onward. Talk about process. Curtains then drapes.
7/29/18
We need a balance for everything foundered in obsession. Come in. Please step inside where the balance should be.
A dog actually ran in here just now shaking his tail, what deception.. In the sentence before — it wasn’t definite what sort of dog he is, but now I know — bad dog.
I'll make him disappear.
And away with these shirtless demagogues from the previous episode.
We got them to crack their fever but I want you.
A dog actually ran in here just now shaking his tail, what deception.. In the sentence before — it wasn’t definite what sort of dog he is, but now I know — bad dog.
I'll make him disappear.
And away with these shirtless demagogues from the previous episode.
We got them to crack their fever but I want you.
If that clothesline were untitled, to get started,
this is what then? The surface is bloody
colossal — fun games, what they call trick arts.
It occurs to you or me
a trick has already been devised wholly
before it’s hastened online or cancelled
— it’s not utterly offhand.. rather:
a trick is called a change of pollen in the heart.
Began how far ahead
we liberate ourselves to oppose either
or?
this is what then? The surface is bloody
colossal — fun games, what they call trick arts.
It occurs to you or me
a trick has already been devised wholly
before it’s hastened online or cancelled
— it’s not utterly offhand.. rather:
a trick is called a change of pollen in the heart.
Began how far ahead
we liberate ourselves to oppose either
or?
62: No account surmounts heaven where detachment is trimmed. Swimming there uproots the whole series, bright, tanned & then defined by sympathetic parody and indeed praise, contrary to less gracious remedies.
We have functional emotions, I think, grounded by self-love & this choppy vocab of worthy affects. There’s a hint of falsetto, too. Shields up. I’m reading the last place you feel true, here in my heart, shifting iniquity to self-inquiry, I read you. Stay with me, so it will never stop. No sin here.
We have functional emotions, I think, grounded by self-love & this choppy vocab of worthy affects. There’s a hint of falsetto, too. Shields up. I’m reading the last place you feel true, here in my heart, shifting iniquity to self-inquiry, I read you. Stay with me, so it will never stop. No sin here.
Untitled:
Beginning to see the picture. Beyond some blanks
you can follow our penmanship advancing to endlessness:
Our love (a winner ... have a look!) is a time share in calligraphy.
Joining you, me — my hand learns & flows with others’ stealth — committed to your living tongue tho, delivered from your brain,
nursed on your beauty’s signature.
Beginning to see the picture. Beyond some blanks
you can follow our penmanship advancing to endlessness:
Our love (a winner ... have a look!) is a time share in calligraphy.
Joining you, me — my hand learns & flows with others’ stealth — committed to your living tongue tho, delivered from your brain,
nursed on your beauty’s signature.
7/28/18
A sparrow close-range, a dedicated follower, packing a double large elegy of values, love trouble, last blinded by the sea tonight, this evening of the seals. Two old seals suddenly lifted in a wave, the same rise in each. Humming back, large as the beach staring back at midnight. When it goes, it’s for gladness reasons. Often it’s no one you know, the seals go mourning their orchard rounds.
A twice quarterly tremolo fills the ground trailing off in a prism of sparrows, off to war everywhere but not here, a cogent ho, an earlier freer hum in a wash of other sounds along with schematic petals and stems, anywhere the free-lance mammoth goes after he drops a thread.
Exactly. But the hand-on-thigh thing... You know, to the outside eye, to the person... who doesn’t know what a forgiving, wonderful person a free-lancer can be... this could look like you’re — per the Veda — confused. How do your readers feel about you living in this cesspool?
Exactly. But the hand-on-thigh thing... You know, to the outside eye, to the person... who doesn’t know what a forgiving, wonderful person a free-lancer can be... this could look like you’re — per the Veda — confused. How do your readers feel about you living in this cesspool?
28: Robbing the cradle: The big picture shows me my modest place.
I’m technically adept dining in (or out) day by night and night by day —
each the other’s reigning enemy taking umbrage from grumpy distortion,
fractured logic (Hex 39) and their combined morbidity.
While you — I always flatter you in long consent —
But daily, nightly I work on my music farther from you now,
happy, long toil to stronger sorrows and griefs. So we never sleep — you thru me,
exactly, and vice versa what the cradle requests; the place rocks.
I’m technically adept dining in (or out) day by night and night by day —
each the other’s reigning enemy taking umbrage from grumpy distortion,
fractured logic (Hex 39) and their combined morbidity.
While you — I always flatter you in long consent —
But daily, nightly I work on my music farther from you now,
happy, long toil to stronger sorrows and griefs. So we never sleep — you thru me,
exactly, and vice versa what the cradle requests; the place rocks.
A private-public distinction, extension 8,
No longer limits outcomes for a buffered work force.
Keeping my writing up
Besides giving empathy, suffering distress,
I write on my agenda,
A vapidly growing ‘fortune’
Once I launch it —
I got married however without knowing the side effects
— wait, I forgot why I called.
No longer limits outcomes for a buffered work force.
Keeping my writing up
Besides giving empathy, suffering distress,
I write on my agenda,
A vapidly growing ‘fortune’
Once I launch it —
I got married however without knowing the side effects
— wait, I forgot why I called.
Prognosis: It’s just getting started, more video, the century with 2 beginning decades that cannot be easily designated. As a citizen among millennials, it’s gross I live to blow off my masterpiece, suddenly building a new narrator under my notarized certificates of hubris and vulnerability — Euros tumble. The sensual spy novel is amusing and telegenic for killing time until 2020 through the 20s and 30s that follow, so let’s narrate that. And about that. We were always lovers. The meta-tick-tock due now and pronto — calling in Cupid — the greatest emcee and dues collector of any new century, sullen, endearing..
7/27/18
The heart is sore as
Whitman precedes Aimé Césaire. Drink up.
Rationed compliments ensue in secret and bloat under rush-formatted steam
(a love poem) one aroma
— Accounting disappears like functions of context (starched procedures) —
Love not being is taught
But fought for in reverse. Freezing one difference.
Physicalism (neural meditation) — here we wade slowly adapting to amoral schemes
More fearless (less indiscernible) a cappella — Meow well.
Whitman precedes Aimé Césaire. Drink up.
Rationed compliments ensue in secret and bloat under rush-formatted steam
(a love poem) one aroma
— Accounting disappears like functions of context (starched procedures) —
Love not being is taught
But fought for in reverse. Freezing one difference.
Physicalism (neural meditation) — here we wade slowly adapting to amoral schemes
More fearless (less indiscernible) a cappella — Meow well.
Field painting, lower level: I’m a neo-accepter of things, making and living in particles of objective misnomers, eating and breathing them, too, as the ideology-clean rhetoric of double quotes in acrylic burgeons on officially sanctioned conjecture. Indexing suspicion and objurgating.. the evolution of disquiet is cutthroat, a huge family fortune of junk, affixes and addictions to risk = vibrating blobs..
Breathtaking.
Auto-electrocuted. But calmed down. No more tv, due to sore thumbs. There’s a dual nature of justice going around in “resentment and forgiveness” with high notes we won’t deflate. A muggy, fantastic tenor, jittery, soundless often, active against the grain. He reaches points at which the point director is traceable and draws me in.
Auto-electrocuted. But calmed down. No more tv, due to sore thumbs. There’s a dual nature of justice going around in “resentment and forgiveness” with high notes we won’t deflate. A muggy, fantastic tenor, jittery, soundless often, active against the grain. He reaches points at which the point director is traceable and draws me in.
24: This is color: Q-tips & smoke. Good background turns. Painter can pick you up, take a day off
from where everyone who’s still standing is drawn to your art — your glazed shape,
your true eye for an eye, physical & prime for the stress of form mallees between a rat race
& cunning security IF
this is color, Painter’s models have your body frame in mind & Painter can gaze on your perspective for good yet never know your heart.
from where everyone who’s still standing is drawn to your art — your glazed shape,
your true eye for an eye, physical & prime for the stress of form mallees between a rat race
& cunning security IF
this is color, Painter’s models have your body frame in mind & Painter can gaze on your perspective for good yet never know your heart.
Social progress is in a pickle.
It goes for cheap so far, in another direction. Al
-most curtains for the prom fitting, a horrible hot mess.
The shortest path from here ignited by havoc, honest
and exhausted tailors.
The dancers are perpetual winners I guess.
I wager we scarf the half-eaten take-out on the table. Slashed 40%!
It goes for cheap so far, in another direction. Al
-most curtains for the prom fitting, a horrible hot mess.
The shortest path from here ignited by havoc, honest
and exhausted tailors.
The dancers are perpetual winners I guess.
I wager we scarf the half-eaten take-out on the table. Slashed 40%!
7/26/18
Enthusiastic about scalloped attitudes.
Socialist by nature, cashing in analytics (private scenery), we’re
Not sure discourse product pertains. Sacred axioms certify wealth and income
Consultancy, honing descendants into two dimensions on the surface
For a change before they’re emptied again, a perfection of themselves as children
Ad hoc, at least.
Socialist by nature, cashing in analytics (private scenery), we’re
Not sure discourse product pertains. Sacred axioms certify wealth and income
Consultancy, honing descendants into two dimensions on the surface
For a change before they’re emptied again, a perfection of themselves as children
Ad hoc, at least.
There aren’t any warnings.
That said, the minute we get off the phone, the fog-enclosure switches back. I don’t think like that. Don’t believe that, impetuously. Never
happened.
I can’t tell you I don’t care, on the inside.
Outside, a panel membrane, the third largest seller, floats me into the future, desiring vague change, like our plebiscite, better to pump out to voices’ grasp. A normal life with submerged artifacts accrues Pascal highlights.
That said, the minute we get off the phone, the fog-enclosure switches back. I don’t think like that. Don’t believe that, impetuously. Never
happened.
I can’t tell you I don’t care, on the inside.
Outside, a panel membrane, the third largest seller, floats me into the future, desiring vague change, like our plebiscite, better to pump out to voices’ grasp. A normal life with submerged artifacts accrues Pascal highlights.
39: Sing how in absence our thoughts on love prove only hints of torment. Separation seemed brilliant manners far back, before now. The thought of that today is oblique, divided but pointedly, singly alive.
One difference, then, sing that you are the better part of me who changes — I’ll praise you at the gate praising him.
Even divided we’re the same. We live to entertain our time with thoughts of love. And even for this it’s still separation. I dream so w/ you.. as you sing.
One difference, then, sing that you are the better part of me who changes — I’ll praise you at the gate praising him.
Even divided we’re the same. We live to entertain our time with thoughts of love. And even for this it’s still separation. I dream so w/ you.. as you sing.
Your snobbishness killed us.
No monks wrote the inscription for our ashes. It reads: Just because we’re not there to floodlight what we know on swimming exhausted doesn’t mean we weren’t Bodhis / each physique w/ a hammer in hand. Nailing our souls together takes a moment of our lives that we don’t have, don’t love, don’t hate.
Whatever takes substance and breadth, we’re not doing it!
No monks wrote the inscription for our ashes. It reads: Just because we’re not there to floodlight what we know on swimming exhausted doesn’t mean we weren’t Bodhis / each physique w/ a hammer in hand. Nailing our souls together takes a moment of our lives that we don’t have, don’t love, don’t hate.
Whatever takes substance and breadth, we’re not doing it!
We did one thing in common. Everyone bristled.
One thing. One time. Other times, in tatters oneself, are gimme-erotic,
circumspect. (I’m just beginning to explore them.) Their symbolism weighs in
as a shortcut, “I need me.” It’s a lovely tirade. (Jack Spicer)
Times (x) I’m pretending to be at your asinine behest, pet swapped,
intimidating as a perfect stranger.
As a consequence doors open. & I’m auto-electrocuted.
One thing. One time. Other times, in tatters oneself, are gimme-erotic,
circumspect. (I’m just beginning to explore them.) Their symbolism weighs in
as a shortcut, “I need me.” It’s a lovely tirade. (Jack Spicer)
Times (x) I’m pretending to be at your asinine behest, pet swapped,
intimidating as a perfect stranger.
As a consequence doors open. & I’m auto-electrocuted.
7/25/18
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 all day 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 all day 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...
Cupid fell into olive swelter in unnamed aromas
that led his dogs to you, making clear
Cupid in a blouse, Cupid’s blank stare =
a blast furnace getting head.
Cupid pulls the curtains to reveal a street, permitted
yards outside where people pass by in walk-on parts.
One doesn’t know any more
if there are good times or bad ahead of war.
that led his dogs to you, making clear
Cupid in a blouse, Cupid’s blank stare =
a blast furnace getting head.
Cupid pulls the curtains to reveal a street, permitted
yards outside where people pass by in walk-on parts.
One doesn’t know any more
if there are good times or bad ahead of war.
Sonnet 120:
En route to password assistance, astronomical, infinitesimal amounts are rounded off as unsolved,
unkind work & compelling problems that front-load knowledge construction — like your partner & you finding empty bowls of light to explain & reform a voided bow of times-spaces, never stopping.
Sure or no, my deepest sympathies certainly. Properties of steel.
Yes, attempts to throw your voice are dumb & of a special force
— I suffered in the same crime —
Suffered from the unknown risks. As first-time infringers we don’t mushroom,
Ignored. But we seem hellbent when two or three or more reach assistance,
So we need oversight.
unkind work & compelling problems that front-load knowledge construction — like your partner & you finding empty bowls of light to explain & reform a voided bow of times-spaces, never stopping.
Sure or no, my deepest sympathies certainly. Properties of steel.
Yes, attempts to throw your voice are dumb & of a special force
— I suffered in the same crime —
Suffered from the unknown risks. As first-time infringers we don’t mushroom,
Ignored. But we seem hellbent when two or three or more reach assistance,
So we need oversight.
We like newness in a way when both leave things as they were.
Like the price drop on Seymour.
How I graduated from this shame of ours, pride
in the mock debate between the sexes? There the rich won. The academy.
Can you place our names there? I have a full waterfall of alter-egos, updates to asides
and decorative indeterminacy.
Like the price drop on Seymour.
How I graduated from this shame of ours, pride
in the mock debate between the sexes? There the rich won. The academy.
Can you place our names there? I have a full waterfall of alter-egos, updates to asides
and decorative indeterminacy.
7/24/18
Misdoers — with a kill-agenda — are tickled into corruption.
Here is the place you and I may detect the language driver, untidy and young, loath despite the foundational rule of no rule
And speaking up without permission. In other words,
Misdeeds get somewhere then stop. The wind withers snowballs.
In the mentalist version we grow inner living language over — to pillory hindsight.
Here is the place you and I may detect the language driver, untidy and young, loath despite the foundational rule of no rule
And speaking up without permission. In other words,
Misdeeds get somewhere then stop. The wind withers snowballs.
In the mentalist version we grow inner living language over — to pillory hindsight.
I’m shifting emphasis for my best friend.
Our position is to find breathing room, what leaves you?
enough of what you want lessened so we can start over.
Whom will we discover?
I’m in no hurry. A life is doffed. Embrace.
Ten hut. What service are we in?
Bankruptcy. (Have to gorge.) My fault, my head is cleared.
Our position is to find breathing room, what leaves you?
enough of what you want lessened so we can start over.
Whom will we discover?
I’m in no hurry. A life is doffed. Embrace.
Ten hut. What service are we in?
Bankruptcy. (Have to gorge.) My fault, my head is cleared.
Sonnet 119: Software permeates adolescent philosophy. This madder hell points to asphalt perimeters, why error messages inspect structures (applying fears to hopes)
:
:
building up un-manacled distraction so amor in the head is amazing, far greater madder fever! :
:
Some ways syzygy rounds this off in latinate — evil still made better — for amnesia’s fixed width, blessed never, rebuked to our heart’s content! :
:
And ruined we kept losing, true, losing you .. spent, shaken tame.
:
building up un-manacled distraction so amor in the head is amazing, far greater madder fever! :
:
Some ways syzygy rounds this off in latinate — evil still made better — for amnesia’s fixed width, blessed never, rebuked to our heart’s content! :
:
And ruined we kept losing, true, losing you .. spent, shaken tame.
(Someone asked me to float a tremor phonemic as old style bait.)
That’s the sound and meaning dust flecks skim from the top while our so-named public face makes its living, almost kidding and choosing your chest, shoulders and hands to precipitate my clemency.
What kind of government overthrow takes parliament
maneuvers more lightly?
That’s the sound and meaning dust flecks skim from the top while our so-named public face makes its living, almost kidding and choosing your chest, shoulders and hands to precipitate my clemency.
What kind of government overthrow takes parliament
maneuvers more lightly?
Song in the prime of summer:
On the closing date, only a lumpy scent. No contrivance or Schubertian opposition feels like glistening bouclé heating under pressure. Not our roles either to
fill the marsh in, lengthening Schubert’s menace while coddling the wetlands. I call this a sex drive / minus attrition. Gay
alert: The wetlands work it through. Remember. Words we had and didn’t have consequences.
It appears unseemly as well as unspeakable for libido to constitute knowledge modules, aimlessly blowing in summer’s good news of constant unitary joy...
tho they with winter meet...
On the closing date, only a lumpy scent. No contrivance or Schubertian opposition feels like glistening bouclé heating under pressure. Not our roles either to
fill the marsh in, lengthening Schubert’s menace while coddling the wetlands. I call this a sex drive / minus attrition. Gay
alert: The wetlands work it through. Remember. Words we had and didn’t have consequences.
It appears unseemly as well as unspeakable for libido to constitute knowledge modules, aimlessly blowing in summer’s good news of constant unitary joy...
tho they with winter meet...
7/23/18
Taking flak, but unwilling to signal afar, this gong or that, neither hindsight advantage nor a flying object in future time. A leatherneck develops his own future humanism. I’ll grab my cover and scramble over here to math skills, since my brain runs on the new comedy network promoting my partner’s satisfaction as we pivot from jokes and brokering to a ringing mountain of attention-grabbing hysteria.
Our sketch begins.
Our sketch begins.
...pleasure before Hey, that your velour vox?
For the poet art administrator, hissy fits of modesty are unimpressive, swept up and vacuumed off each cowpoke.
A year of taxes and you’re a neo-accepter into excess, making, being smithereens 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 semi-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 cowpoke.
A year of taxes and you’re a neo-accepter into excess, making, being smithereens 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 semi-officially sanctioned conjecture. Modesty goes as the evolution of disquiet is cutthroat, a huge family of arrivistes and custodians.
[w John W]
5: No remembrance of what it was. Of confounding beauty. Of the lovely gaze where beauty dwells.
Of course I did play a stealth pathologist performing autopsies on whom I led on. Subjects were mostly strung out on sofa sectionals — big, jaunty shapes who swaddled their inner pooch — gentle work but yes I’ll love you better frosty and lusty!
— Often I’d say I’m a pervert approaching you as a pointillist of the pulverized, liquid dots — doing time as a distiller of summer love
pent in never-resting time that still lives —
Of course I did play a stealth pathologist performing autopsies on whom I led on. Subjects were mostly strung out on sofa sectionals — big, jaunty shapes who swaddled their inner pooch — gentle work but yes I’ll love you better frosty and lusty!
— Often I’d say I’m a pervert approaching you as a pointillist of the pulverized, liquid dots — doing time as a distiller of summer love
pent in never-resting time that still lives —
Standard touching looks terrible or descendant.
Capacious anxiety, refusal to arbitrate glamour, okay... we’re done.
You can break the law to shoulder perfection or save a life, only once. Either way is a fractional immeasurable in any context / e.r.
Something was definitely going on.
Lefties are feeling cornered (not to say conned) but
it’s breathtaking administering the right wing to you.
Capacious anxiety, refusal to arbitrate glamour, okay... we’re done.
You can break the law to shoulder perfection or save a life, only once. Either way is a fractional immeasurable in any context / e.r.
Something was definitely going on.
Lefties are feeling cornered (not to say conned) but
it’s breathtaking administering the right wing to you.
7/22/18
4: Unthrifty = extravagant; nothing = nothing.
To traffic in deception, record your writing. Take notes here
.. and I’m being frank, beauty given to you
will oppose given facts of previous loveliness gone unused —
a perplexed legacy taken outside why or what’s acceptable, let alone
to audit profit and thrift. I’ll lend you
my saddle for your extrication from hallucinatory delirium ..
Love whom else? Is it largess to go free? In a coin flip, we
traffic with fog to bequest lilac-dark in the air —
spending its shade upon you and me,
so great a denatured octagonal gloom
by our own natures, sum of sums, we must leave it there, undone.
To traffic in deception, record your writing. Take notes here
.. and I’m being frank, beauty given to you
will oppose given facts of previous loveliness gone unused —
a perplexed legacy taken outside why or what’s acceptable, let alone
to audit profit and thrift. I’ll lend you
my saddle for your extrication from hallucinatory delirium ..
Love whom else? Is it largess to go free? In a coin flip, we
traffic with fog to bequest lilac-dark in the air —
spending its shade upon you and me,
so great a denatured octagonal gloom
by our own natures, sum of sums, we must leave it there, undone.
I can put a very ultimate prayer this way.
We need to work on a new trial and platform. I recommend blending in with ex-lyricists and anyone non music industry.
So I put your name on and in. Am I fit for the scenario? Are you and I?
The pinnacle of the spine plots murder while we stay neutral, high and low, austere yet foreseeable.
And the evaluations are in.
You are part of what we hold.
It’s an argosy of what’s evolutionary before more uplift.
We need to work on a new trial and platform. I recommend blending in with ex-lyricists and anyone non music industry.
So I put your name on and in. Am I fit for the scenario? Are you and I?
The pinnacle of the spine plots murder while we stay neutral, high and low, austere yet foreseeable.
And the evaluations are in.
You are part of what we hold.
It’s an argosy of what’s evolutionary before more uplift.
7/21/18
When we’re talking silt..
Central options are missing or off schedule
jumping around, leaving their staggered posts as mental constructs.
Driftwood. Meanwhile.
Operetta’s focus keeps an eye out, part of the knowledge industry that can consider anonymous approximations in crazy-fancy contexts plunked out on a keyboard.
Moving forward I have all of an hour to believe in sweetness made for infamous exposure (in costume).
Central options are missing or off schedule
jumping around, leaving their staggered posts as mental constructs.
Driftwood. Meanwhile.
Operetta’s focus keeps an eye out, part of the knowledge industry that can consider anonymous approximations in crazy-fancy contexts plunked out on a keyboard.
Moving forward I have all of an hour to believe in sweetness made for infamous exposure (in costume).
152: Back when there was a hell, each vow
was or seemed sufficient and inclusive for a new occasion of faith.
It was easy, deemed distinguished then, too uniform now.
Once back in the day the fair-minded had more complex appetites.
When giving eyes to blindness they brainstormed over such enlightened innocence —
truths, lies never happened.
In a larger context there was the most recidivism in fashion and lit.
Dante nibbled fast, in very mumbled tones... under a huge, ampersand-shade of grace.
There was a terrific wine list — and that made for loving twists, kindness,
drinking perfusions as he had at strangers shedding their platform shoes.
was or seemed sufficient and inclusive for a new occasion of faith.
It was easy, deemed distinguished then, too uniform now.
Once back in the day the fair-minded had more complex appetites.
When giving eyes to blindness they brainstormed over such enlightened innocence —
truths, lies never happened.
In a larger context there was the most recidivism in fashion and lit.
Dante nibbled fast, in very mumbled tones... under a huge, ampersand-shade of grace.
There was a terrific wine list — and that made for loving twists, kindness,
drinking perfusions as he had at strangers shedding their platform shoes.
Marxist-self irony:
I’m a neo-accepter of making and being particles of subjective misnomers. Eating and breathing them too. It’s July, August..
And this is what it means to have a muse. No blame.
No poet will work in a freezing apartment except when it’s far more than a place for thoughts to gather thru summer. She struggles in cold rooms for little compensation and goes beyond the joy of subverting arbiters of something loath. Something enlivened, something ripe.
Paperwork fastened to repetitive joy, coming July, August..
I’m a neo-accepter of making and being particles of subjective misnomers. Eating and breathing them too. It’s July, August..
And this is what it means to have a muse. No blame.
No poet will work in a freezing apartment except when it’s far more than a place for thoughts to gather thru summer. She struggles in cold rooms for little compensation and goes beyond the joy of subverting arbiters of something loath. Something enlivened, something ripe.
Paperwork fastened to repetitive joy, coming July, August..
We left our module to look over curricula.
Lighting a match, dropping it into conversation..
Filming, taping = reporting: imparting numeric dicta, slathered middle ground,
‘Local slippery conditions’ (where we can tape this off).
Keep all of yours together. Own your swarm and lend them jackets.
Up in blanched smoke — flames, sparks...
A red bonfire indispensable for smearing highway color —
Filming made more relaxing, the way things sustain
More opportunities for interruption.
Lighting a match, dropping it into conversation..
Filming, taping = reporting: imparting numeric dicta, slathered middle ground,
‘Local slippery conditions’ (where we can tape this off).
Keep all of yours together. Own your swarm and lend them jackets.
Up in blanched smoke — flames, sparks...
A red bonfire indispensable for smearing highway color —
Filming made more relaxing, the way things sustain
More opportunities for interruption.
7/20/18
You’re exempted from outdoors, empty Psyche,
Exempted from showing up to enchain, knife, subdue..
That’s before I reverse your leavings, fragrance —
The calm never resolved —
because we’re only one muppet and one marine
reigning over Proustian project boards, cost curves, the last weaves.
“‘In a way’,” he said, “‘nothing saved me until we ran the gauntlet —’”
Exempted from showing up to enchain, knife, subdue..
That’s before I reverse your leavings, fragrance —
The calm never resolved —
because we’re only one muppet and one marine
reigning over Proustian project boards, cost curves, the last weaves.
“‘In a way’,” he said, “‘nothing saved me until we ran the gauntlet —’”
99: Stay on the hunt, tough to please, speculate (ouch)
even as vengeful tectonic plates jump over
our fears, our shame and despair.
Annexed to you, a forward violet seems grossly dyed, soft on your cheek.
Purple raining havoc for lilies.. marjoram, my love’s breath, your breath. (Uh.) Here’s where you and I lose the scent. Ever
-yone does. A smell clouded (ouch);
flames ennoble the sky to blush through
my love’s veins, your hands — both of ours fearfully in thorns,
condemned for pride, going on all nerves stolen from you.
even as vengeful tectonic plates jump over
our fears, our shame and despair.
Annexed to you, a forward violet seems grossly dyed, soft on your cheek.
Purple raining havoc for lilies.. marjoram, my love’s breath, your breath. (Uh.) Here’s where you and I lose the scent. Ever
-yone does. A smell clouded (ouch);
flames ennoble the sky to blush through
my love’s veins, your hands — both of ours fearfully in thorns,
condemned for pride, going on all nerves stolen from you.
Ode to the dead (maybe not yet). Then dims.
A beseeching sentence:
Everyone’s in place. One’s place.
Food also knows where it belongs. Rapid in general.
The proscenium brightens. Thinned out.
Is it sub-luminous un-inhibiting our endowment?
Knowing the ropes to scale now, even substance,
clearing the theatre of lame comforts,
stern, food pecked over, even down
to our place, last place, last row.
A beseeching sentence:
Everyone’s in place. One’s place.
Food also knows where it belongs. Rapid in general.
The proscenium brightens. Thinned out.
Is it sub-luminous un-inhibiting our endowment?
Knowing the ropes to scale now, even substance,
clearing the theatre of lame comforts,
stern, food pecked over, even down
to our place, last place, last row.
During recess we agreed not to.
The sun feels showing up here is messy enough, organizing
the day community; buildings love it grabbing hold of their walls,
windows and square vines like rope thickening into tree limbs..
How can harness rope go on climbing
vines’ drear canopy? How can it climb at dawn
playing down any agreement you keep in your head?
The sun feels showing up here is messy enough, organizing
the day community; buildings love it grabbing hold of their walls,
windows and square vines like rope thickening into tree limbs..
How can harness rope go on climbing
vines’ drear canopy? How can it climb at dawn
playing down any agreement you keep in your head?
7/19/18
There are a few tongue twisters. Episode interiors silhouetted in un-analytical projection, coming-of-age views that screen an ‘official’ episode [how will I leave you] : However I believe we’re past the middle, nearing the accordion fold of 1 — loving time; not an accident the outlines say there’s a double interior where scribbling adjusts to long division, complex facticity, which scribbling-2 — hate time — tears open and picks at — to pay 1 off in near disappointment — Both scribbling and scribbling-2 climb uphill, texting odd incidents still, and both slide back down just before turning 17, fortune’s bastards biting hard, gritting their teeth, a lot older now.
The work-together-bellows form I assemble — touches from a momentary lineage we’d overlook otherwise. No proof required, especially. A range of conversations bellowed into uncluttered opinion, dedicated sentences.
A flaming kitchen to heat pizza.
(more below...)
We’re imprisoned to reach market —
Otherwise, normal project staff on the roof, smug in taut outfits and at the top of their game, which is synchronized, perforated by breaking news, jumping bail.
A flaming kitchen to heat pizza.
(more below...)
We’re imprisoned to reach market —
Otherwise, normal project staff on the roof, smug in taut outfits and at the top of their game, which is synchronized, perforated by breaking news, jumping bail.
Gardens hold what is commonly loaned.
Meeting here feels like preparing our cabin in the launch.
Bad behavior, showing anger, the beginning of learning — more easily understood as work-
permitted off time,
she’s too many promising variations like this citrus ring where sawdust
fell..
hell tore past our sawdust delusions often for hellbent pleasures
while we’ve had enough fair acceptance over brunch.
Send for a woman thus addressed. Very late it began to be less... cloudy.
Lamps buzz daubs of sound, almost a lotion
to countermine Gemini.
Her neck and collarbone burning
to show their softness. Her hair seems progressive and cimarron.
Meeting here feels like preparing our cabin in the launch.
Bad behavior, showing anger, the beginning of learning — more easily understood as work-
permitted off time,
she’s too many promising variations like this citrus ring where sawdust
fell..
hell tore past our sawdust delusions often for hellbent pleasures
while we’ve had enough fair acceptance over brunch.
Send for a woman thus addressed. Very late it began to be less... cloudy.
Lamps buzz daubs of sound, almost a lotion
to countermine Gemini.
Her neck and collarbone burning
to show their softness. Her hair seems progressive and cimarron.
Sonnet 135
To commune sounds spacious, un-calm, bent to boot. In the same call you vex prerogatives, that is, your voice does. (I’ll table the overplus difference.)
“The sea.. all water”
— Your message is mixed but never better aligned for an abundant way or a will of mine. We’re rich together in our acceptance of death — this will be our hideout, learning the ropes, perusing scraps and hopes of coping.
The unoccupied mind long overdue adds to the store. The you
I reference in primary season. With your large suitcase.
I’ll pack for the gracious aftershock of your going ahead, reading, lifting, adding and reflective or reflecting? you in the unkind foreground, all water.
To commune sounds spacious, un-calm, bent to boot. In the same call you vex prerogatives, that is, your voice does. (I’ll table the overplus difference.)
“The sea.. all water”
— Your message is mixed but never better aligned for an abundant way or a will of mine. We’re rich together in our acceptance of death — this will be our hideout, learning the ropes, perusing scraps and hopes of coping.
The unoccupied mind long overdue adds to the store. The you
I reference in primary season. With your large suitcase.
I’ll pack for the gracious aftershock of your going ahead, reading, lifting, adding and reflective or reflecting? you in the unkind foreground, all water.
7/18/18
Experiment 12: Declutter, depersonalize,
let’s snorkel down. Terrific view.
I saw you on ghost tv from across a dance flotilla
moving your future hands
like tracks on time, no touching...
you be a woman I'll be a man.
The simple complex of entire atonement —
touch television — now proceeding normal ly —
let’s snorkel down. Terrific view.
I saw you on ghost tv from across a dance flotilla
moving your future hands
like tracks on time, no touching...
you be a woman I'll be a man.
The simple complex of entire atonement —
touch television — now proceeding normal ly —
46: Truth is we’re feathery.
Shorthand abstractions
like unforgettable elements
in our sight, touching and holding the
moment, dividing it with
illusions of taking off for the
unknown, a mortal war
spinning or spun / upset / out of control yet
just outward parts of how our eyes impanel freedom and my rights
to your appearance, to your quests and thoughts, your inward heart.
Shorthand abstractions
like unforgettable elements
in our sight, touching and holding the
moment, dividing it with
illusions of taking off for the
unknown, a mortal war
spinning or spun / upset / out of control yet
just outward parts of how our eyes impanel freedom and my rights
to your appearance, to your quests and thoughts, your inward heart.
Variation : prototypes, scars, male processional battle
gear, skye terriers, background media & sexual
exercise under conditions surrounding our desire
to adapt compliments for insurgents to go dark enough.
That’s how you hang staring in the mirror —
A few of these items won’t balance
until you think a way to scan your proceeds, listening until you
stage the best into stressed & refined inelegance.
All informal — creepy — with eyes half closed.
gear, skye terriers, background media & sexual
exercise under conditions surrounding our desire
to adapt compliments for insurgents to go dark enough.
That’s how you hang staring in the mirror —
A few of these items won’t balance
until you think a way to scan your proceeds, listening until you
stage the best into stressed & refined inelegance.
All informal — creepy — with eyes half closed.
A blank referral.
A burst of daft tone substitutes for info of a lifetime.
Wait. There’s nothing.
No tone, no daftness.
And rightly ok o I know
I lower the volume to closest approximate parity
and we have the yard puffing, bearing sounds..
a shout away to body paint sweet totems that “look pretty close”
with your eyes closed.
A burst of daft tone substitutes for info of a lifetime.
Wait. There’s nothing.
No tone, no daftness.
And rightly ok o I know
I lower the volume to closest approximate parity
and we have the yard puffing, bearing sounds..
a shout away to body paint sweet totems that “look pretty close”
with your eyes closed.
7/17/18
12: This is a fugue in your name
talk talk future talk..
We do not count the clock telling time
..we’re spry in our motives, underhanded
getting back to catch the slapdash in how it works.
You may have noticed we’re behind open doors, past
abhorring a vacuum when it doesn’t matter —
vibrato and sunlight close their distance.
Our wastes of time are subject to change, so?
— never saw them coming, old and new to some usual ends
but not here — we’re braving talk of your beauty telling the future..
talk talk future talk..
We do not count the clock telling time
..we’re spry in our motives, underhanded
getting back to catch the slapdash in how it works.
You may have noticed we’re behind open doors, past
abhorring a vacuum when it doesn’t matter —
vibrato and sunlight close their distance.
Our wastes of time are subject to change, so?
— never saw them coming, old and new to some usual ends
but not here — we’re braving talk of your beauty telling the future..
7/16/18
Medicine, anecdotes are a way of life. He had meant antidotes, composer in this case, not the narrator. One withdrew. They just seem wound up terribly in the same horology. One in the study of, the other in the art.
Walking to the new place he has to deposit deleted utterances in surface structure to get back to the rugged complex.
Then we can drive the good stuff fast, much faster.
Walking to the new place he has to deposit deleted utterances in surface structure to get back to the rugged complex.
Then we can drive the good stuff fast, much faster.
What’s curious style?
Engineered simplicity holds tho
Taken whole:
“Give in, dig it.”
(There’s a new policy to highlight deletions.)
I’m waving on the wave’s behalf,
Taken your lead. Word processing in Palatino sans
All the time, staggering prose!
Tomorrow I’ll
Tap out more deletions I forgot to close —
Engineered simplicity holds tho
Taken whole:
“Give in, dig it.”
(There’s a new policy to highlight deletions.)
I’m waving on the wave’s behalf,
Taken your lead. Word processing in Palatino sans
All the time, staggering prose!
Tomorrow I’ll
Tap out more deletions I forgot to close —
69: Kind eyes are deeds.
That’s the world’s outward view.
Other parts of you I can measure watching you bathe
crowned in tawny daybreak synthetics.
Others in common accents commend your beauty in seraphic white.
We’re all right! Two more loiter, intent.
No smiling. We’re wearing harnesses w/ panoptic properties
extending our blood-pull orbit toward the camera.
That’s outward praise.
Other parts of you I can measure watching you bathe
crowned in tawny daybreak synthetics.
Others in common accents commend your beauty in seraphic white.
We’re all right! Two more loiter, intent.
No smiling. We’re wearing harnesses w/ panoptic properties
extending our blood-pull orbit toward the camera.
That’s outward praise.
The gist in a slurry, plump, downy evanescing took the elevator. Up buzzers rise above affixes and urgent notation. Helium released — pushed in reverse come fall — trees light up then darken amid writhing worms. Better to heal resentment buried in colossal Orpheus, the un-spontaneous summer physique. With his gift of sullen madness signing everything in burlap, compounded and oncoming in percussive isolation. The upshot.
To paraphrase ... you can’t pixilate
How or even what you’ll be taking from the background;
MoMA in the original shifted genealogy,
Different periods of shifts changing contexts for us;
We were both wearing black Lacostes.
When you got up your voice was a drawing
Vibrating w/ a head cold, falling
Flat in dust in 4 dimensional motes.
That was something
(where-is-he-now knows what he said)
Vibrating = Sturm und Drang, pursuant
Dust controls anger / how minds wed.
How or even what you’ll be taking from the background;
MoMA in the original shifted genealogy,
Different periods of shifts changing contexts for us;
We were both wearing black Lacostes.
When you got up your voice was a drawing
Vibrating w/ a head cold, falling
Flat in dust in 4 dimensional motes.
That was something
(where-is-he-now knows what he said)
Vibrating = Sturm und Drang, pursuant
Dust controls anger / how minds wed.
7/15/18
Sonnet 100:
Muse.
We have tangibility subtracting song
— work converted to a crooked argument
with little or no honor.
But it adds up. The numbers spoil everywhere, and this time
We don’t have to see you
get the job done. You’re faster than time.
We forget that’s why esteemed actuaries went
unmoored. Affection is idly vicarious doing what’s graven here.
Vicarious isn’t surveyed enough. Fame and skill redeem
all fury over what accounts spent,
a despised waste of life as satire, as if not, as the survey avers.
Muse.
We have tangibility subtracting song
— work converted to a crooked argument
with little or no honor.
But it adds up. The numbers spoil everywhere, and this time
We don’t have to see you
get the job done. You’re faster than time.
We forget that’s why esteemed actuaries went
unmoored. Affection is idly vicarious doing what’s graven here.
Vicarious isn’t surveyed enough. Fame and skill redeem
all fury over what accounts spent,
a despised waste of life as satire, as if not, as the survey avers.
7/14/18
What do we know? We have functional emotions and this much-traveled vocabulary of affects.
To learn something about what you mean is to let high jinks belie despair over entropy.
For a quiet start, you don’t get to keep larvae. They’re apart, wise in their ways. Their cloying song goes out mum and you feel a need to ache in their baby blue blather, calmly accruing intimacy. Hey — Never stop exploring.
In a word, intermission.
To learn something about what you mean is to let high jinks belie despair over entropy.
For a quiet start, you don’t get to keep larvae. They’re apart, wise in their ways. Their cloying song goes out mum and you feel a need to ache in their baby blue blather, calmly accruing intimacy. Hey — Never stop exploring.
In a word, intermission.
Spell it out:
Crucibles, dignity of appearances don’t mix. The dirt on this is your
personal, sustained concussion version of unintended charity...
or untended or..
But here’s a perfect ‘out’ —
How lost on the trail? What trim?
We’ll word process away impetuous, costive, unflappably happy,
brusque — the donor’s shimmer a blazer of complacency. And so better.
Leaves us crying for the boinks in your pleasure, O
and little to pay you except wait.
And what’s the charge?
Crucibles, dignity of appearances don’t mix. The dirt on this is your
personal, sustained concussion version of unintended charity...
or untended or..
But here’s a perfect ‘out’ —
How lost on the trail? What trim?
We’ll word process away impetuous, costive, unflappably happy,
brusque — the donor’s shimmer a blazer of complacency. And so better.
Leaves us crying for the boinks in your pleasure, O
and little to pay you except wait.
And what’s the charge?
The big thief of American poetry?
Dickinson speaking: I never win, she says. Except at night.
Management would feel mortified showing themselves,
So exposed they’d feign ignorance, wander aimlessly
Taking off (in their heads, at least) for better moments
Until new urgencies emerge.
Man, she is weird. Is there room in the room
For further origins. Let’s rewrite Biotherm, she says.
I fear her sarcasm.
Composition for her is sardonic comfort with a sober edge.
Management leaked this against her wishes.
A pervert is attacking my persona. Except at night.
Dickinson speaking: I never win, she says. Except at night.
Management would feel mortified showing themselves,
So exposed they’d feign ignorance, wander aimlessly
Taking off (in their heads, at least) for better moments
Until new urgencies emerge.
Man, she is weird. Is there room in the room
For further origins. Let’s rewrite Biotherm, she says.
I fear her sarcasm.
Composition for her is sardonic comfort with a sober edge.
Management leaked this against her wishes.
A pervert is attacking my persona. Except at night.
7/13/18
I am a non attorney spokesperson. Been through the wringer.
And we should know. Something is pouring out, moving forward filling imaginations emptied flat on the table. (They were bound to organize.) And we were thinking about a hole fetish against full transparency. Oh, sorry.. for.
A murmuring board of hulks struck by lightning had emitted a ballet of dust (of and in) a fare commotion in what’s the matter.
Top down that is.
And we should know. Something is pouring out, moving forward filling imaginations emptied flat on the table. (They were bound to organize.) And we were thinking about a hole fetish against full transparency. Oh, sorry.. for.
A murmuring board of hulks struck by lightning had emitted a ballet of dust (of and in) a fare commotion in what’s the matter.
Top down that is.
A portrait should be backdrop to it. This one of you in the back. Undressed — except for slacks — up-waisted like Updike. Look me in the eye and diagram conditions of spatial sentences (touching both elbows behind your back —
Not out of calculation) — I now know this will be ok conditionally
For big amounts ashore are fudged — we can watch it come true to one side — tempted by re-mechanized perils, untested, untried.
Nothing better rubs me back within its reach. It = your grasp, my central aggregate.
Not out of calculation) — I now know this will be ok conditionally
For big amounts ashore are fudged — we can watch it come true to one side — tempted by re-mechanized perils, untested, untried.
Nothing better rubs me back within its reach. It = your grasp, my central aggregate.
145: A fiend’s tongue taught me to greet then end each day with nothing woeful, nothing sweet —
Once I don’t hate you
I find mercy to renew argument and sing.
For your sake, I hate hate.
I see chidingly day follows night... your lips’ gentle breathing, a languished state yet explosive.
But today I saw your hand in my life ... a great doomed sound altered, flown away.. I’m totally saved, from heaven to hell, flown straight to your heart, Jezebel, never to hate, “not you.”
Once I don’t hate you
I find mercy to renew argument and sing.
For your sake, I hate hate.
I see chidingly day follows night... your lips’ gentle breathing, a languished state yet explosive.
But today I saw your hand in my life ... a great doomed sound altered, flown away.. I’m totally saved, from heaven to hell, flown straight to your heart, Jezebel, never to hate, “not you.”
After glamour there’s revisionist power. The virus is already inside us, wo-
lfed down improv crap, we’re pre-wired or is there a fee?
Radiance now is the lather of swing. Remember deliverance?
“What if it doesn’t work. Then what?” Everything works.
In any time and place of our choosing: Act gathered, nothing there.
True love is a physician with a way of relapsing.
Radiance now is the lather of swing. Remember deliverance?
“What if it doesn’t work. Then what?” Everything works.
In any time and place of our choosing: Act gathered, nothing there.
True love is a physician with a way of relapsing.
7/12/18
Landscape — Antinomy in its own time: I should know. Something after poured out, dazzling its double structure toward filling empty assembly boxes you were bound to organize.
Losing steamy light downstairs. And nevertheless you were rushing then pausing over more optical symmetry. An interim for you, pushing up and out. Before we got laid. There is little point now to hold back (cremate) a fixed melody tonight unless there is nowhere else.
Losing steamy light downstairs. And nevertheless you were rushing then pausing over more optical symmetry. An interim for you, pushing up and out. Before we got laid. There is little point now to hold back (cremate) a fixed melody tonight unless there is nowhere else.
We marry. There are mantras on rustic tolerance and manners but no one has more than the allotted answers for the stumper final (newer solutions are what we have in mind!) : The last step brand.
Did I mention Wittgenstein helped set our algebraic terms? This is a dynamic factor everywhere the living supersede water towers and physicality itself, where there is no algebra, no privacy. The brand started before Béla Tarr’s close ups, his editing, his ‘border violations’ and the runtime of his films that transcended precise location and presence, running forward and back.
Did I mention Wittgenstein helped set our algebraic terms? This is a dynamic factor everywhere the living supersede water towers and physicality itself, where there is no algebra, no privacy. The brand started before Béla Tarr’s close ups, his editing, his ‘border violations’ and the runtime of his films that transcended precise location and presence, running forward and back.
147: The float seems to learn love fever is a disease
as desire is death, unwelcome overnight:
“The float is radiant, jammed with radiant wares,”
had we anticipated, not long ago, “but no, had I been
eloquent as to the fair as well as to the sickly, the bright
— we’d need no caption.”
Mad discourse throughout anticipated that base point, past cure, past care ..
Why does reason leave me now when there’s a move to go?
Tho vainly expressed, longing is still well fed by our appetite to please.
as desire is death, unwelcome overnight:
“The float is radiant, jammed with radiant wares,”
had we anticipated, not long ago, “but no, had I been
eloquent as to the fair as well as to the sickly, the bright
— we’d need no caption.”
Mad discourse throughout anticipated that base point, past cure, past care ..
Why does reason leave me now when there’s a move to go?
Tho vainly expressed, longing is still well fed by our appetite to please.
I’m reading theses in time and opinion.
An interpretive opera about hoofers. Local accents are a focus
I listen for: Ya,
It’s a question of escalating to inhabit received logic.
I’mretracing what I think I see, why ya, I’m
Concentrating on the song colors, naming touching sounds.
Oblique sounds patrolled in symmetry, a body
Like yours. Pushing the most obvious among broken arts,
The self-defiant from slanted states of meagre influence.
Ha baby.
An interpretive opera about hoofers. Local accents are a focus
I listen for: Ya,
It’s a question of escalating to inhabit received logic.
I’mretracing what I think I see, why ya, I’m
Concentrating on the song colors, naming touching sounds.
Oblique sounds patrolled in symmetry, a body
Like yours. Pushing the most obvious among broken arts,
The self-defiant from slanted states of meagre influence.
Ha baby.
7/11/18
I added frontal motion to the story about those looks that intimidate, m’lord.
Visual surprise comes with an infrequent snow flake or ember
floating down to our nose level. That’s cool — creamed just for sleeping with you, blackmailed..
wandering into the new wrong theater guild
chopped into little squares of hypnotic drumming
and massive parallel vistas projecting smiles and feeling
invisible. Totally insane. Libido.
Visual surprise comes with an infrequent snow flake or ember
floating down to our nose level. That’s cool — creamed just for sleeping with you, blackmailed..
wandering into the new wrong theater guild
chopped into little squares of hypnotic drumming
and massive parallel vistas projecting smiles and feeling
invisible. Totally insane. Libido.
Let me grab a pen and clamber over here to the landmark network... you’re right, this isn’t the window for you or me. Before the heat dies, if ever, we’ll try praying in all directions, improving our math skills for our window cleaners’ sexual satisfaction as they pivot from top panes to a ringing mountain of attention-grabbing hysteria.
57: I watch the clock. Being a slave, what can I do?
I wasn’t just orphaned, I pursued other interests
all at once. Time’s precious,
save I feel and still show absence of movement from the inside,
absence upon hours — a sour dare to diffuse, to expend ...
to question my jealousy —
So it’s taken this long to read the gospel of wealth and service.
I dare not think of my desire at any cost to render your mouth
a world-without-end, a sobbing, precious mess.
On the outside how happy you are ... are you? Tho this may be amiss, I
think no ill. Adieu.
I wasn’t just orphaned, I pursued other interests
all at once. Time’s precious,
save I feel and still show absence of movement from the inside,
absence upon hours — a sour dare to diffuse, to expend ...
to question my jealousy —
So it’s taken this long to read the gospel of wealth and service.
I dare not think of my desire at any cost to render your mouth
a world-without-end, a sobbing, precious mess.
On the outside how happy you are ... are you? Tho this may be amiss, I
think no ill. Adieu.
A great goon won and kind of dumped on me and my country. (It’s a remnant from philosophy show-and-tell, a truly exaggerated enterprise.)
I never dump back. I hope his coming losses help him become a better entrepreneur and public intellectual. Or I wish him savvier gurus. Planet Earth is Maoist hell — ringed with grassy estates where that guy or better you and I look further to get beyond our laughter. Gracious and conservatively dressed, we also choose to move comfortably, absorbed in desire to sleep with any clown in a storm, anybody great. But a lot of these crises pass. Today and in a future of interdependence I write him out of our poem.
I never dump back. I hope his coming losses help him become a better entrepreneur and public intellectual. Or I wish him savvier gurus. Planet Earth is Maoist hell — ringed with grassy estates where that guy or better you and I look further to get beyond our laughter. Gracious and conservatively dressed, we also choose to move comfortably, absorbed in desire to sleep with any clown in a storm, anybody great. But a lot of these crises pass. Today and in a future of interdependence I write him out of our poem.
I forget ephemerality, I forget narrative.
I’m drunk on the environment;
I’m a working temp, a role promised Hermes that threw him over the cliff.
A perfect station plays Schubert for a kettle of heavenly fury,
searing, puffy, relaxed and succinct.
Angel, let’s run some #’s.
To pass out when we wake is ample.
I’m at your side placing puts
on the periodic table, a rising market in wanting you (I do).
I forget farewells.
I’m drunk on the environment;
I’m a working temp, a role promised Hermes that threw him over the cliff.
A perfect station plays Schubert for a kettle of heavenly fury,
searing, puffy, relaxed and succinct.
Angel, let’s run some #’s.
To pass out when we wake is ample.
I’m at your side placing puts
on the periodic table, a rising market in wanting you (I do).
I forget farewells.
Yoga is as popular as use of strength is everywhere, definitely in bed. It’s nearly in your mind such a devastating ethereal hulk in the city. He sneaked his junk across the border just to release his frustration, verbally sneering in a natural voice..
*
Advice to a would-be gymnast: just be simultaneous.
*
Advice to a would-be gymnast: just be simultaneous.
7/10/18
28: Robbing the cradle, baby: The big picture shows me my modest place.
I’m technically adept dining in (or out) day by night and night by day —
(Each flatterer, the other’s reigning enemy oppressed by grumpy distortion,
fractured logic — Hex 39 — and their debarred morbidity.)
The while you, babe — I always flatter you in long consent —
But daily, nightly I work on my music farther from you now,
happy, longer toil to stronger sorrows and griefs. So we never sleep, you thru me,
exactly what the cradle requests; the place rocks.
I’m technically adept dining in (or out) day by night and night by day —
(Each flatterer, the other’s reigning enemy oppressed by grumpy distortion,
fractured logic — Hex 39 — and their debarred morbidity.)
The while you, babe — I always flatter you in long consent —
But daily, nightly I work on my music farther from you now,
happy, longer toil to stronger sorrows and griefs. So we never sleep, you thru me,
exactly what the cradle requests; the place rocks.
Don’t care, don’t moan, lie only about what’s really
colossal — masking your vanity becomes the tortured challenge clinging to verse. And.
To vanity, tyranny’s conditional surrenderer,
I was thinking of god’s shoplift energy ..
Hold on, I was handed this bag of sentences.
And this is what I did not want to say.
colossal — masking your vanity becomes the tortured challenge clinging to verse. And.
To vanity, tyranny’s conditional surrenderer,
I was thinking of god’s shoplift energy ..
Hold on, I was handed this bag of sentences.
And this is what I did not want to say.
7/9/18
We’re fidgeting, minding our semiotic manners,
lit by mid-lunch clarity, sporting and Datonian —
we’re within an enclosure with no pulpit, without dogma...
breezeways to enter then exit formlets
spreading out in willful overloads of language design —
Skilled decor, then, de-simplified or notional mime
in contretemps between science and who knew?
ironic technologies with no precedent —
a corporate hold across a matrix of manners and adaptations, restrained praxis
and hermetic syntax.
Nice mouth front. Amuse our ears and eyes: why so few
and fewer bonds with semiotics doubting itself (if only a little)
— it seems an absurd referent and then less
about off-rhyme.
lit by mid-lunch clarity, sporting and Datonian —
we’re within an enclosure with no pulpit, without dogma...
breezeways to enter then exit formlets
spreading out in willful overloads of language design —
Skilled decor, then, de-simplified or notional mime
in contretemps between science and who knew?
ironic technologies with no precedent —
a corporate hold across a matrix of manners and adaptations, restrained praxis
and hermetic syntax.
Nice mouth front. Amuse our ears and eyes: why so few
and fewer bonds with semiotics doubting itself (if only a little)
— it seems an absurd referent and then less
about off-rhyme.
137: Love is a blind fool among the true and false. You never see what they see. You’re wide awake thinking this through until a subfocus gets lost. You can’t see, you grow accustomed, so to speak, directly oblique : but pointedly there’s no one name escalated or united w/ the width of what beauty is! And where it lies!
Bon équilibre, someone else won’t choke (and in a common language at that), one a 2nd person, your “someone else,” comprehends. What do you say? Why of falsehood, tell me, speak to the wide world where several are over-partial to my judgment. Why should my heart do anything?
Yet I give up my weak words thinking they seem right, hack at reasons to try for more with the grit of fairer and fouler understatement, neither the worst or best.
And you know, that’s what’s wrong then. Over-partial over you I too can’t see what the world sees..
Bon équilibre, someone else won’t choke (and in a common language at that), one a 2nd person, your “someone else,” comprehends. What do you say? Why of falsehood, tell me, speak to the wide world where several are over-partial to my judgment. Why should my heart do anything?
Yet I give up my weak words thinking they seem right, hack at reasons to try for more with the grit of fairer and fouler understatement, neither the worst or best.
And you know, that’s what’s wrong then. Over-partial over you I too can’t see what the world sees..
I swear while we teeter and travel further
Even as soiled oceans rewild deserts
All our props are just to get in.
Or I was wondering about invention of the smoking planets, sympathizing
With a numbers crafter also the director — one of them that never fought to smoke.
Often that’s a normal baritone and determinative section to sing:
Spencerian, bodily stranded leaving warfare to the professionals.
Even as soiled oceans rewild deserts
All our props are just to get in.
Or I was wondering about invention of the smoking planets, sympathizing
With a numbers crafter also the director — one of them that never fought to smoke.
Often that’s a normal baritone and determinative section to sing:
Spencerian, bodily stranded leaving warfare to the professionals.
The normal exec in a large academic corporation by the highway will grow up, in a flash forward, and work for Strategy Foundation, a company that parses guilty pleasures around the world. She or he doesn’t dream now —
not any more. One’s become an energy therapist, and keeps rabbits. You see doctors learn how to say what no pet defender wants to hear. “You sure of that? You sure those were your rabbits?”
not any more. One’s become an energy therapist, and keeps rabbits. You see doctors learn how to say what no pet defender wants to hear. “You sure of that? You sure those were your rabbits?”
7/8/18
Photons are torpedoes. ‘I’m home..’
Maybe set to Nome?
I say to the ATM in the lobby,
take my cash, push me like a button thru the roof —
Photons rebuild the world, leaping out of windows
Moving in our direction with startling humility and alacrity..
Here I am as genealogies of photon futurists file off.
Rebuilding one is a verb tied to esthetics that numb.
I’m the underdog here, emotionally maligned, an amalgam channel
-ing of normality, sleep, hope, compost telepathy that bear repeating.
Photons.
Can we turn to steel?
Maybe set to Nome?
I say to the ATM in the lobby,
take my cash, push me like a button thru the roof —
Photons rebuild the world, leaping out of windows
Moving in our direction with startling humility and alacrity..
Here I am as genealogies of photon futurists file off.
Rebuilding one is a verb tied to esthetics that numb.
I’m the underdog here, emotionally maligned, an amalgam channel
-ing of normality, sleep, hope, compost telepathy that bear repeating.
Photons.
Can we turn to steel?
76: In flight, the framework is told on telling.
How can varsity spend their tribute? How spent? Why?
This café, I think, is going to answer that & help the weather from getting lost.
I know the frame craves attention, that’s why I always write of you.
Why I finish a stretch & new & old lines get confused, showing their rebirth.
Fuse the way
They
Continue. My argument.
How can varsity spend their tribute? How spent? Why?
This café, I think, is going to answer that & help the weather from getting lost.
I know the frame craves attention, that’s why I always write of you.
Why I finish a stretch & new & old lines get confused, showing their rebirth.
Fuse the way
They
Continue. My argument.
Beyond us, them, 4% atoms, tiny
wriggling strings; hidden, 22% of the tug —
dark and unknown prostrations
fixed on voices, a first luscious, noiseless bond.
Not running after, walking rapidly, I cross
the hall where the heat transfers ....
Transfers. We can call it that
adding up the lead and trapdoor time, eyes
open, moving, waiting, transferring
but hardly blasphemy. Not that I care.
An irrational lyric? You and I can’t transfer that,
touching on our dual roles as we reradiate consensus.
wriggling strings; hidden, 22% of the tug —
dark and unknown prostrations
fixed on voices, a first luscious, noiseless bond.
Not running after, walking rapidly, I cross
the hall where the heat transfers ....
Transfers. We can call it that
adding up the lead and trapdoor time, eyes
open, moving, waiting, transferring
but hardly blasphemy. Not that I care.
An irrational lyric? You and I can’t transfer that,
touching on our dual roles as we reradiate consensus.
We are a color of cunnilingus. I noticed, tho, you and I applied for
pharmaceutical assistance, an oscillation gelatin called
Nothing Is More or Less than Arabesque, forgetting our place in the secret order of gel users. We were once handsome, having left a lavish male-female hush from fingers to mouth: in epic hock to our hips.
Our temperature raises the magnitude of repetitions into a shriveled cunnilingus in the after-life or its meandering dissolution.
pharmaceutical assistance, an oscillation gelatin called
Nothing Is More or Less than Arabesque, forgetting our place in the secret order of gel users. We were once handsome, having left a lavish male-female hush from fingers to mouth: in epic hock to our hips.
Our temperature raises the magnitude of repetitions into a shriveled cunnilingus in the after-life or its meandering dissolution.
7/7/18
You read for some at sea sex is immediate, overwhelming, terse and decisive — A thousand and one friends back in the city in a boil .. polka boats like dots, you said.
This is a loose translation, drawing on elements of your life. You planted yourself here.
You. You. How was it to record the soundtrack for an unscripted sailing promo? Was it like writing from a retrieval search with data trees leading to nebulous, chaotic deculturalization?
You. You. How was it to record the soundtrack for an unscripted sailing promo? Was it like writing from a retrieval search with data trees leading to nebulous, chaotic deculturalization?
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 or one that’s past. 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, coming then fading all too short ah
Whew. We see you in fair poetry and art
from fair as far and long as men can breathe.
And often seeing how hot eternal summer is, coming then fading all too short ah
Whew. We see you in fair poetry and art
from fair as far and long as men can breathe.
Letter to homosexuality,
Standing — rain along with others’ happiness neutrinos can’t stand scattering. Next the sun we say shines, it’s nipping, filing matter, spinning, capturing the dress casual of our meaning it and not tempted. It’s still my life, we say.
Use your pointer, since some of you and me show up here, and more ‘you’ve been away,’ retreating to emancipating solitude, keeping / adding up time, sporting by degrees the related changes you wait to see sitting in the only passenger seat, chihuahua staring, neh?
Standing — rain along with others’ happiness neutrinos can’t stand scattering. Next the sun we say shines, it’s nipping, filing matter, spinning, capturing the dress casual of our meaning it and not tempted. It’s still my life, we say.
Use your pointer, since some of you and me show up here, and more ‘you’ve been away,’ retreating to emancipating solitude, keeping / adding up time, sporting by degrees the related changes you wait to see sitting in the only passenger seat, chihuahua staring, neh?
In relation to conflicts over scale, Habermas and the rest of us want to inspect what others say,
but a few lies are fearful, shiny architecture of real matter.
As if Rawls informs us on plural paths, where the tolls are o, etc.
Truly bathetic. Forgetting what you have to say has nothing to do with current biases of mine. Like so many others, I’m fixated on war, loss of democratic principles and governance procedures —
procedures again, only this time writ extremely large. The writ carries a stark reference to the last liberal prime number among us, John Rawls, but how inarticulate and superficial to use him this way. I’m conflicted about criteria for justice, questions how these may apply to our history now ...
As if Rawls informs us on plural paths, where the tolls are o, etc.
Truly bathetic. Forgetting what you have to say has nothing to do with current biases of mine. Like so many others, I’m fixated on war, loss of democratic principles and governance procedures —
procedures again, only this time writ extremely large. The writ carries a stark reference to the last liberal prime number among us, John Rawls, but how inarticulate and superficial to use him this way. I’m conflicted about criteria for justice, questions how these may apply to our history now ...
7/6/18
Any higher, they never snicker.
(There’s tighter discipline.
Then it’s said repetitive indiscretion goes too far
& some at mixed levels are more disposed
climbing into casual ritual, putting
their lives together getting & keeping down.)
For all my exes
may a zealous counterculture dart sweetly to life!
(There’s tighter discipline.
Then it’s said repetitive indiscretion goes too far
& some at mixed levels are more disposed
climbing into casual ritual, putting
their lives together getting & keeping down.)
For all my exes
may a zealous counterculture dart sweetly to life!
As adhesive behavior, speech haha is streaked w/ extra
sensory blather, a polite form of the hole-
in-the-universe. Blather ornot
that hole is a sometime power brimming w/ blobs trying again.
Storylines, battle scars, vanity,
gesso & sloppy intercourse under un-quaint and drunken conditions that surround ourdesire — counting the days
to laugh down compliments from insurgents binding future heartbreak.
sensory blather, a polite form of the hole-
in-the-universe. Blather ornot
that hole is a sometime power brimming w/ blobs trying again.
Storylines, battle scars, vanity,
gesso & sloppy intercourse under un-quaint and drunken conditions that surround ourdesire — counting the days
to laugh down compliments from insurgents binding future heartbreak.
Sonnet 65:
Cultural boundlessness in impulsive concealment.. it could be a physics meditation held outdoors since last summer. Battering all night flower action evolves stronger, steelier pretexts, jewels, many out of hand.. petals and stems sway over an impregnable riddle.
In time we hold our own, stumbling upon a miracle sonnet holding out for continuity as it were — trademarks of both natural and technical production, mortal yet like summer honey in value or a variable of beauty either way.
Cultural boundlessness in impulsive concealment.. it could be a physics meditation held outdoors since last summer. Battering all night flower action evolves stronger, steelier pretexts, jewels, many out of hand.. petals and stems sway over an impregnable riddle.
In time we hold our own, stumbling upon a miracle sonnet holding out for continuity as it were — trademarks of both natural and technical production, mortal yet like summer honey in value or a variable of beauty either way.
I picked up in a flier my soul is a hypothesis. A fish out of water surfing coastal states to destroy his wiggly self, a gerund seeking to join cause and effect.
Since we live in new enterprises and intuitive ecologies, we begged him to learn to swim further and stick with a nearly sublime topic, to rally for more than this textual ceramic holding a spray of the straight and narrow.
Since we live in new enterprises and intuitive ecologies, we begged him to learn to swim further and stick with a nearly sublime topic, to rally for more than this textual ceramic holding a spray of the straight and narrow.
7/5/18
As ‘you learn to draw, remind yourself...’ the brain is said to resemble Chuck Norris. Interesting esthetic, not fatal — Chuck or a funny bone goes for merciless. Really his movies remind me of marigold & allegiance to the ice ants swarming the ozone as I look away — The earth is not the earth, but it has strength and balance and Duma unanimity. Each winter corrupts the exterior.... poplars attaining their ultra field and stream, doing a job shunned by most, showered with tips.
To be unmarried
Where the sky went:
A bright debate — where eager heartbeats bore in, grateful prenuptials stampede out,
Drawing youthful bounds along dark areas of propaganda
And owing to your interest... this won’t constitute a sacrament.
Or only one of dozens as noted by a more orthodox party.
Misogamy’s terms are to settle down through the evening. Your proud examples
Gain longterm advantage spreading the no plan plan.
Where the sky went:
A bright debate — where eager heartbeats bore in, grateful prenuptials stampede out,
Drawing youthful bounds along dark areas of propaganda
And owing to your interest... this won’t constitute a sacrament.
Or only one of dozens as noted by a more orthodox party.
Misogamy’s terms are to settle down through the evening. Your proud examples
Gain longterm advantage spreading the no plan plan.
The grounds for guesswork develop what the regulation is.
If we’re lucky, Euro notes rule our larger theory of commitments.
Like pounds they bear full imagery, shiny 17th- and 18th-century ideals.
Debts as wasted sunshine labor.
(I don’t mean that as deeply before we hand them over
on my thigh.)
Don’t plan on further development.
Finish a stretch and the clouds get confused. Confused as
A rusted barge dries in the sun orange. Or
Danzig is the Wallace Stevens of evil urban clusters..
Ok, this is not Danzig. Proven
On the ground
But theory is something else.
If we’re lucky, Euro notes rule our larger theory of commitments.
Like pounds they bear full imagery, shiny 17th- and 18th-century ideals.
Debts as wasted sunshine labor.
(I don’t mean that as deeply before we hand them over
on my thigh.)
Don’t plan on further development.
Finish a stretch and the clouds get confused. Confused as
A rusted barge dries in the sun orange. Or
Danzig is the Wallace Stevens of evil urban clusters..
Ok, this is not Danzig. Proven
On the ground
But theory is something else.
110: What are resonators for but to effect command of offenses we’re uncertain of or we sold cheap. There’s nothing but our affection left, my best of love. Love’s confinement a desperate measure, and it’s true in reckless hands, yet for silent partners there’s depth to surface and mostly un-despairing perceptions (grinding teeth, looking on truth) of what won’t be contained between us. All of the above.
Barret Watten’s Frame — “A chain link fence around a vacant lot filled with/ trash. As if a _____ were inside them .. // A beam of sunlight refracted by a prism / makes a display. // Until language is only relation — and we are / being spoken in a dream.”
Trash is egghead poetics, here boiled down beneath a lot better trash that has a value P (portent) inside, spoken to sotto voce and to stipulate processed conditions to make up — practice making perfect sleep time.
Transition, Day Three. Disabused of crayons to create a hint of scalability.
First step. Leaking or semi-announcing utopic content, replacing the sleep we witnessed on the escalator.
For credit, go to the next line.
Trash is egghead poetics, here boiled down beneath a lot better trash that has a value P (portent) inside, spoken to sotto voce and to stipulate processed conditions to make up — practice making perfect sleep time.
Transition, Day Three. Disabused of crayons to create a hint of scalability.
First step. Leaking or semi-announcing utopic content, replacing the sleep we witnessed on the escalator.
For credit, go to the next line.
7/4/18
We have to know about the nose and its utility in poetry. One question, Among human organs, does the nose intuit (hold) more lyric than the eye, know more than the throat, or even our ears? The nose makes the core of mid-alphabet English pronounceable — M and/or N. And if the nose makes it pronounceable, it’s hummable, too, and that could just be the sloping tip of the nose’s lyric purpose. Hard to hum what the heart may be ‘saying’ — we can’t tell without sizing up other body functions, humming from the nose.
Speaker one. Two. Here I am on autobio. I work for myself
Tho my employer is a centipede.
I’m sorry for such shoddy reasoning and growth. Sorry pieces
of blue and orange foam and Plexiglas
got glued together.. ugh.. The model boxwood
hastily assembled last night, turning in bed. Sorry hours
earlier I ordered radical simplifications
to the centipede’s legs at headquarters. Sorry my most important role now is never undoing things. Sorry there wasn’t time to make a more polished address on our expanding global network of ex-es.
Tho my employer is a centipede.
I’m sorry for such shoddy reasoning and growth. Sorry pieces
of blue and orange foam and Plexiglas
got glued together.. ugh.. The model boxwood
hastily assembled last night, turning in bed. Sorry hours
earlier I ordered radical simplifications
to the centipede’s legs at headquarters. Sorry my most important role now is never undoing things. Sorry there wasn’t time to make a more polished address on our expanding global network of ex-es.
134: Dirge: Knocked up by sure bets and apparatus, unattainable vote totals involve usurer intrigue, equipage of the self-illumined or half-taught.
An inured slice of childhood domains — all to use another time.
Back in time.
So now and then I liked primary grades more. Later, in romantic couplets, one confessed breathing, swollen within a radiant distance —
lost in bromance, wearing nothing but motives for aching to do what we were afraid of doing, of being? So he’s yours?
I’ll sue you for disrespect, covetous of my comfort, my couplet. I lived your peach flash thru witless dialectic.
I drank your Labrador tea. And for further research I took up free, motorized speech.
Dirge:
I don’t worry or pierce my ears further.
An inured slice of childhood domains — all to use another time.
Back in time.
So now and then I liked primary grades more. Later, in romantic couplets, one confessed breathing, swollen within a radiant distance —
lost in bromance, wearing nothing but motives for aching to do what we were afraid of doing, of being? So he’s yours?
I’ll sue you for disrespect, covetous of my comfort, my couplet. I lived your peach flash thru witless dialectic.
I drank your Labrador tea. And for further research I took up free, motorized speech.
Dirge:
I don’t worry or pierce my ears further.
You’re on every page you go unmentioned.
There aren’t enough shortcuts to go around ..
My soul’s on break, thinking in a style of incompletion (Otto Dix),
Obsequious, sharpened,
Few motifs — the wash of light exaggerates.
: A new music took off about here
To encapsulate your suspicions ..
I like it, unlikely there’s more or less.
And some things you need to repeat.
(I forget now what you sound like.)
There aren’t enough shortcuts to go around ..
My soul’s on break, thinking in a style of incompletion (Otto Dix),
Obsequious, sharpened,
Few motifs — the wash of light exaggerates.
: A new music took off about here
To encapsulate your suspicions ..
I like it, unlikely there’s more or less.
And some things you need to repeat.
(I forget now what you sound like.)
7/3/18
Our bodies are made for each other.
It’s astonishing. Did you hear back
.. I’m changing my mind for a life you changed
So relax thine form here.
No cheap shots. Nope. Take the plunge..
How I occupied your emotional life, the highest for a gaijin in Japan.
The guardian part made this a better world with a splash.
It’s my blood on your shirt. It’s from you.
It’s astonishing. Did you hear back
.. I’m changing my mind for a life you changed
So relax thine form here.
No cheap shots. Nope. Take the plunge..
How I occupied your emotional life, the highest for a gaijin in Japan.
The guardian part made this a better world with a splash.
It’s my blood on your shirt. It’s from you.
We impart numeric dicta slathered with metal bands — century-old middle rock (the themeless modules) where we sleep (wavy fields of inaction) and continue playing around innuendo to stay kind, as you undress to force a smile, fully emancipating me to receive you generously.
Headwinds within and, as it were, without manners. (Good manners can scar but they also let us peons act like participants in the regulatory plutocracy.)
Either way, I know so little about sabotage and losing you so much less.
Headwinds within and, as it were, without manners. (Good manners can scar but they also let us peons act like participants in the regulatory plutocracy.)
Either way, I know so little about sabotage and losing you so much less.
148: Denoting esthetic correspondence! it can whip you up, call you back to cunning ..
No marvel then how love is falsehood? love’s eye can’t be true? —
I mistake fault in my sight and fair similes for love you put in my head.
How can the world say it’s not so,
how can it? No ..
I’m mistaken in my view : blinded watching you thru tears —
the sun itself vexing until skies clear
— O me!
No marvel then how love is falsehood? love’s eye can’t be true? —
I mistake fault in my sight and fair similes for love you put in my head.
How can the world say it’s not so,
how can it? No ..
I’m mistaken in my view : blinded watching you thru tears —
the sun itself vexing until skies clear
— O me!
— I haven’t slept a wink — Try sleeping pills.
Yah. Well, that’s a good idea.
I know I’ve been deceitful, but I had my reasons. Maybe they were dumb reasons, but they were reasons.
I never said I was the best man in the world.
Give me a little credit — will you — credit for being a gusher...
a ladies and gents man
who tried to love you the only way he knew how.
I know that speech
— You do? — pantaloons last August...
when Devon meets Bolt’s empyrean nephew.
Oh, God.
— Get out — Please try to understand.
— No need to use bitter language.
Yah. Well, that’s a good idea.
I know I’ve been deceitful, but I had my reasons. Maybe they were dumb reasons, but they were reasons.
I never said I was the best man in the world.
Give me a little credit — will you — credit for being a gusher...
a ladies and gents man
who tried to love you the only way he knew how.
I know that speech
— You do? — pantaloons last August...
when Devon meets Bolt’s empyrean nephew.
Oh, God.
— Get out — Please try to understand.
— No need to use bitter language.
7/2/18
Morphology covers all bets. Scars are luxury goods.
Drapery, French, Italian, English varieties, completes these sentiments. Yet never over stays.
What’s next? I am a crescent metal, easy to pick up, feed and embrace after climate changes. Before that,
to find Fra Angelico innocuous you’re as blind and innocent as any promise keeper.
A stupid promise keeper that housebreaks within almost any sentence ..
.. that’s a bad idea of particularity. Unlike unemployment among household heads, subsequent foreclosures = the largest causes of forcing children into poverty. Which is a true sentence that feels incomplete.
Drapery, French, Italian, English varieties, completes these sentiments. Yet never over stays.
What’s next? I am a crescent metal, easy to pick up, feed and embrace after climate changes. Before that,
to find Fra Angelico innocuous you’re as blind and innocent as any promise keeper.
A stupid promise keeper that housebreaks within almost any sentence ..
.. that’s a bad idea of particularity. Unlike unemployment among household heads, subsequent foreclosures = the largest causes of forcing children into poverty. Which is a true sentence that feels incomplete.
Writers are still proletarian at the start; each a lone entity in a world dominated by luxury and power groups.
Conflicted about big money, I’ll pick up anything. There’s been a request I read corporate art management aiming to commandeer the pipeline, production to sales. It’s fairly obvious when you look at other art industries, video production, digital media, music — marketing small press poetics, like the book industry writ large, integrates with managerial acumen, a chunk of aesthetic / academic taste and decision making falling under the control of entrepreneurial influence: NEA, Poetry, Poetry Foundation, down to narrative and expository copy.
Conflicted about big money, I’ll pick up anything. There’s been a request I read corporate art management aiming to commandeer the pipeline, production to sales. It’s fairly obvious when you look at other art industries, video production, digital media, music — marketing small press poetics, like the book industry writ large, integrates with managerial acumen, a chunk of aesthetic / academic taste and decision making falling under the control of entrepreneurial influence: NEA, Poetry, Poetry Foundation, down to narrative and expository copy.
138: I admit I’m old.
I knew what I needed, feeling flattered you think me young!
I knew which falsehood is made of truth,
how pre-December persists in others, even you..
It’s known you lie, not to mention your suppressed subtleties, marketing
pizzaz up and running —
“love’s best...in seeming trust”
— even in the new year you follow love’s good habits
sweetly, obviously culled..
(away... our days are past the best...meh... )
Invitation only.
I knew what I needed, feeling flattered you think me young!
I knew which falsehood is made of truth,
how pre-December persists in others, even you..
It’s known you lie, not to mention your suppressed subtleties, marketing
pizzaz up and running —
“love’s best...in seeming trust”
— even in the new year you follow love’s good habits
sweetly, obviously culled..
(away... our days are past the best...meh... )
Invitation only.
7/1/18
Errant is not mistaken for arbitrary. Form follows structure.
In a way paisley just feels like games.. Nothing for keeps.
2 spiral arrays for time & harmony within a philosophy (moving spatial dimensions)
a few hours forward.
Paisley’s inference, compressed form, a ‘crown’ of contradictions
veer dimensional rhetoric —
Can waving time like a moony branch
supersede nature,
a piece of research asks. Why open
atoms under quivers at the edge to sleep?
In a way paisley just feels like games.. Nothing for keeps.
2 spiral arrays for time & harmony within a philosophy (moving spatial dimensions)
a few hours forward.
Paisley’s inference, compressed form, a ‘crown’ of contradictions
veer dimensional rhetoric —
Can waving time like a moony branch
supersede nature,
a piece of research asks. Why open
atoms under quivers at the edge to sleep?
A re-edit: seeking more bliss starts out, lowering our heads, writing.
We use an alphabet and keep its letters close at all times.
It’s an alphabet constrained by symbolic discourse frames
helping us follow instructions about grids, metronomes and taking notes.
Like knolls perching like two breasts.
Like when we write with our alphabet, only the tops of letters are visible
along with fresh upgrades to letters for diluting colloquial physics.
Water reddens. A steel door stays open. Here are the last phonemes of bliss.
We best defer to these latest fonts to differentiate ourselves.
Almost like deep blues and silvers in biological shades to form vowels,
but consonants have taken their hiatus with hardened types,
seen thru the dry warmth of heated mirrors.
We use an alphabet and keep its letters close at all times.
It’s an alphabet constrained by symbolic discourse frames
helping us follow instructions about grids, metronomes and taking notes.
Like knolls perching like two breasts.
Like when we write with our alphabet, only the tops of letters are visible
along with fresh upgrades to letters for diluting colloquial physics.
Water reddens. A steel door stays open. Here are the last phonemes of bliss.
We best defer to these latest fonts to differentiate ourselves.
Almost like deep blues and silvers in biological shades to form vowels,
but consonants have taken their hiatus with hardened types,
seen thru the dry warmth of heated mirrors.
Dear foundationalist,
You’re expelled for a month, next week.. experimenting with yourself..
leaving a sneezing grid with rectangular doors open. Look at those violent sprinkles & irresolution...
So I’ll drive you home & you talk ..in passing, I would like to see or set up dozens of availabilities to find the dissolved thread to ‘our systems metaphysics’ & pick up that needle of yours & your as it were point.
From here, for insurance purposes we drive past cameras and thru parched hills in accident scenes.
You’re expelled for a month, next week.. experimenting with yourself..
leaving a sneezing grid with rectangular doors open. Look at those violent sprinkles & irresolution...
So I’ll drive you home & you talk ..in passing, I would like to see or set up dozens of availabilities to find the dissolved thread to ‘our systems metaphysics’ & pick up that needle of yours & your as it were point.
From here, for insurance purposes we drive past cameras and thru parched hills in accident scenes.
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