Microscopic levitation in words got modulated. Had to be. Modulated is like coming out to predict your views, sampling the masked hostility and indecisiveness of our verbal environment and backing it up with inexact explanations and multiplying love of what we were doing before the procedural took hold.
Then we are off, taken off, clouds keeping our eyes immune to causation. Tiny ones.
2/28/19
When you got up your voice was
Vibrating w/ a head cold, falling
Flat into dust in 4 dimensional motes.
I don’t know how motes, much less how 4 dimensions rush
And flounder into corporate’s mountains. I only hear
Stupendous vibrating = Sturm und Drang,
Atomic dust controls anger /
Now a low wage bet how severely narrowed minds are wed.
Vibrating w/ a head cold, falling
Flat into dust in 4 dimensional motes.
I don’t know how motes, much less how 4 dimensions rush
And flounder into corporate’s mountains. I only hear
Stupendous vibrating = Sturm und Drang,
Atomic dust controls anger /
Now a low wage bet how severely narrowed minds are wed.
Tonal jumps signify charity in a geometric
float off.. .
repurposing one’s ego, raising stakes
according to odds makers for daring.
Don’t show us
your simple skill. Make it work.
This is god’s country.
A man in drag wearing a gown I tie.
Your cool red bones,
A cold star, partly the wind,
Your superb gall
And me, I’m feelings which move in time
While this lowest button erases..
There they go
When you say
Well stay well
Where they rang.
float off.. .
repurposing one’s ego, raising stakes
according to odds makers for daring.
Don’t show us
your simple skill. Make it work.
This is god’s country.
A man in drag wearing a gown I tie.
Your cool red bones,
A cold star, partly the wind,
Your superb gall
And me, I’m feelings which move in time
While this lowest button erases..
There they go
When you say
Well stay well
Where they rang.
Writing in a scratchy voice for a glass room that rings of convoluted propaganda, in grease paint.
With brush and paint we wipe dirt off a crescent metal, easy to put off, feed and embrace after the climate changes. So writ, writing in paint.
Paint on, tell us about your grounding in propositional aesthetics (picked up from affiliates who you think are just like you but aren’t).
With brush and paint we wipe dirt off a crescent metal, easy to put off, feed and embrace after the climate changes. So writ, writing in paint.
Paint on, tell us about your grounding in propositional aesthetics (picked up from affiliates who you think are just like you but aren’t).
Sonnet 150:
Power to the powerful. A truism like this reminds me of a simple turn of the ignition, no big deal.. A journey over a pathless scrubland back at that bind when you and many were read by data beyond the (evolutionary) point. All in an identical manner, everyone getting one message while sugar consumption skyrockets and the new news advances in choppy ‘prose.’
Would you like to ask questions or can the news diagram its strength of skill?
That warrant was never raised, directly deducing another head scene to make me love you like the first time. That’s in my mind now, ever since love’s regimen bulked up, competing for powerful excess, more powerful perspective in every word uttered or about to be said, with all syllables performing as one compass spin between you, me and all others trained in our elite language, giving no cause to hate. True love, your worst exceeds my best. Who or what strength taught you to sway me as more worthy now to love you more?
Power to the powerful. A truism like this reminds me of a simple turn of the ignition, no big deal.. A journey over a pathless scrubland back at that bind when you and many were read by data beyond the (evolutionary) point. All in an identical manner, everyone getting one message while sugar consumption skyrockets and the new news advances in choppy ‘prose.’
Would you like to ask questions or can the news diagram its strength of skill?
That warrant was never raised, directly deducing another head scene to make me love you like the first time. That’s in my mind now, ever since love’s regimen bulked up, competing for powerful excess, more powerful perspective in every word uttered or about to be said, with all syllables performing as one compass spin between you, me and all others trained in our elite language, giving no cause to hate. True love, your worst exceeds my best. Who or what strength taught you to sway me as more worthy now to love you more?
I’m not afraid of showing the much simpler, formless inexact I degrade and dissipate into highly animate raw munition. My fingers are supposed to cohere in two hands I cull from hearsay. Raising one exudes only passion, which if you allow I agree with, with intertwined wilderness raising two, a life I want.
My counselor affidavit registers deficiency of discovery and revolving pretexts. All the same, hunches count. (I’ve always been competing with myself.)
Surely alter egos bear no responsibility for foundering within the social anomaly of treason.
Rules commit us. Voters chose Trump. Yet this is the latest case. Everything I note here is integrated. Remember those days? Remember those databases centered on surplus insertions while John Kennedy sober on the ground kept looking up... (Reminds me when democratic ideals could get by on appearances.)
Surely alter egos bear no responsibility for foundering within the social anomaly of treason.
Rules commit us. Voters chose Trump. Yet this is the latest case. Everything I note here is integrated. Remember those days? Remember those databases centered on surplus insertions while John Kennedy sober on the ground kept looking up... (Reminds me when democratic ideals could get by on appearances.)
2/27/19
What’s curious style?
Engineered simplicity holds tho
Taken whole:
“Give in, dig it.”
(There’s a new policy to block deletions.)
I’m sipping Tropicana on curiosity’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 lose —
Engineered simplicity holds tho
Taken whole:
“Give in, dig it.”
(There’s a new policy to block deletions.)
I’m sipping Tropicana on curiosity’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 lose —
Who or what is as reserved and specific as moist film (a hue off, a little cucumber)
on a blade of grass? Yah but a friendly warning for the mind,
Pal,
Film ‘work-arounds’ bully sarcasm to un-wit ways and means to spiraling illogically. We’re closing the book on you.
Please, not now, Santa..
..invoking bad explanations, Santa is supernatural.
on a blade of grass? Yah but a friendly warning for the mind,
Pal,
Film ‘work-arounds’ bully sarcasm to un-wit ways and means to spiraling illogically. We’re closing the book on you.
Please, not now, Santa..
..invoking bad explanations, Santa is supernatural.
Here it is. Rod returns as a world-famous impersonator
and hypnotist, but there’s this twist, you’ve been studying
in Europe at the Posh Hairnet Institute.
I like it. Life and death issues. I’ve been abroad.
Comatose in Vienna. Just for a while. Foolproof.
It’s a continental, world weary sleep binge. You’re a trance inducer. That’s it.
I like it.
and hypnotist, but there’s this twist, you’ve been studying
in Europe at the Posh Hairnet Institute.
I like it. Life and death issues. I’ve been abroad.
Comatose in Vienna. Just for a while. Foolproof.
It’s a continental, world weary sleep binge. You’re a trance inducer. That’s it.
I like it.
57: I watch the clock. Being your slave, what can I do?
I wasn’t just orphaned, I pursued other interests as you require.
Time’s precious,
save I feel and still show absence of movement from the inside,
absence upon hours — a sour dare to spend ...
and to question my jealousy —
So it’s taken this long to read the gospel of wealth and service.
I dare not think of desire diffused at any cost to render your mouth a sobbing precious world-without-end.
On the outside how happy you are ... are you? Tho this may be sad, I think no ill. Adieu.
I wasn’t just orphaned, I pursued other interests as you require.
Time’s precious,
save I feel and still show absence of movement from the inside,
absence upon hours — a sour dare to spend ...
and to question my jealousy —
So it’s taken this long to read the gospel of wealth and service.
I dare not think of desire diffused at any cost to render your mouth a sobbing precious world-without-end.
On the outside how happy you are ... are you? Tho this may be sad, I think no ill. Adieu.
Jumps to universality mature into familiar splashes of anesthesia: Takes my place being places (an event in tropes) —
Meantime, we’re here for discovery thru inflection in lap pools of condensed matter from the aquatic world.
The named oceans are dated, right, left
Pouting, getting better! When they come to — there will be perorations re-
framing rainwater within fairer scents rimming sunshine in suspension, ripped,
Amputated chutes off moisture!
Grape vines burst out, nonlackluster. Though I love grime, universality’s guilt-
making — her carrying me thru, unphased: She does this to deplete me of hope.
1st choice for a sonnet is to solve for x. Be funny and coalesce.
Dear multiple choices from eternity: Send a message I can wolf down. Convey a sense of urgency that’s superfluous. Then put anesthesia off.
Meantime, we’re here for discovery thru inflection in lap pools of condensed matter from the aquatic world.
The named oceans are dated, right, left
Pouting, getting better! When they come to — there will be perorations re-
framing rainwater within fairer scents rimming sunshine in suspension, ripped,
Amputated chutes off moisture!
Grape vines burst out, nonlackluster. Though I love grime, universality’s guilt-
making — her carrying me thru, unphased: She does this to deplete me of hope.
1st choice for a sonnet is to solve for x. Be funny and coalesce.
Dear multiple choices from eternity: Send a message I can wolf down. Convey a sense of urgency that’s superfluous. Then put anesthesia off.
I am citizen physicist to an inner antecedent for a shorthand deadpan guy.
Drowsiness may be my great escape or I may just walk it off, forgetting evolution never optimizes what you already think.
Your face, the trains I ride, it’s furthermore good. Even if you’re allergic and our staying casual definitely has the appearance of progress.
(The above interlude rules us both shifting variants.)
Drowsiness may be my great escape or I may just walk it off, forgetting evolution never optimizes what you already think.
Your face, the trains I ride, it’s furthermore good. Even if you’re allergic and our staying casual definitely has the appearance of progress.
(The above interlude rules us both shifting variants.)
2/26/19
Midnight, one o’clock. Slow as suds.
Top of the moment — I saw your approaching motion
my once satellite du monde in demi vacuum.
Now you’re smiling, shhhhh more observant, with a more observant love.
Still flush — yes, feels.. not useless. No matter.
It feels like impossible.
Likely, shhhhh becomes welcoming
hands that boss, get you done —
parliament
maneuvers. Explanation intact.
Top of the moment — I saw your approaching motion
my once satellite du monde in demi vacuum.
Now you’re smiling, shhhhh more observant, with a more observant love.
Still flush — yes, feels.. not useless. No matter.
It feels like impossible.
Likely, shhhhh becomes welcoming
hands that boss, get you done —
parliament
maneuvers. Explanation intact.
Sweetest of the geeks take their lessons to heart and join a special breed apart. Hoody, fucked-up demeanor and default dalliance with convention will get us to our destinations faster and more pumped. Something about / the “human couplet” / keeps us up at night. It’s a military formula, zennish, roughly, common enough striving to write as well as rock.
If you ingest grief parody is great. I say everything I know about the nostalgia of abstraction with my mouth shut.
No meditation spanning surfaces of the woods, no
massage. No smell of bullet points and none of cedar or balsa. So there’s nothing to bifurcate and render your stinking utter degeneracy.
May you come down with writer’s block within your rotten messianic parole.
No meditation spanning surfaces of the woods, no
massage. No smell of bullet points and none of cedar or balsa. So there’s nothing to bifurcate and render your stinking utter degeneracy.
May you come down with writer’s block within your rotten messianic parole.
“Stages of violence yearn for a whereabouts.
Conditions look dispersed — beeping you (did I?)
not out of calculation; it began how far and vast
signals liberate you to oppose other facts,” you wrote.
Or plans change.
Without speech sex is peroration.
That’s a normal reduction or formula for my song,
So few words on process.
Conditions look dispersed — beeping you (did I?)
not out of calculation; it began how far and vast
signals liberate you to oppose other facts,” you wrote.
Or plans change.
Without speech sex is peroration.
That’s a normal reduction or formula for my song,
So few words on process.
Sonnet 120:
En route to password assistance, astronomical infinitesimal amounts are rounded off as unsolved,
unkind problems, compelling work that front-load knowledge construction — like your
finding a bowl of unsourced light to explain & reform a ransom amount of times-spaces.
Sure or no, my deepest sense certainly. Nerves of steel.
Yes, attempts to throw your voice are dumb & of a special force
— I suffered in the same crime —
From the unknown risks. As first-time infringers we don’t mushroom,
Ignored. But we seem hellbent when two or more reach assistance,
So we need oversight.
En route to password assistance, astronomical infinitesimal amounts are rounded off as unsolved,
unkind problems, compelling work that front-load knowledge construction — like your
finding a bowl of unsourced light to explain & reform a ransom amount of times-spaces.
Sure or no, my deepest sense certainly. Nerves of steel.
Yes, attempts to throw your voice are dumb & of a special force
— I suffered in the same crime —
From the unknown risks. As first-time infringers we don’t mushroom,
Ignored. But we seem hellbent when two or more reach assistance,
So we need oversight.
2/25/19
It’s July, August.. Or was.
And this is what it means to have a muse. Bone blame.
A poet will work in a freezing apartment that is far more than a place for thoughts to gather. She struggles in cold rooms for little compensation (two constants) as she goes beyond the joy of subverting the arbiters of something. Something something.
Paperwork fastened to repetitive joy, July, August..
And this is what it means to have a muse. Bone blame.
A poet will work in a freezing apartment that is far more than a place for thoughts to gather. She struggles in cold rooms for little compensation (two constants) as she goes beyond the joy of subverting the arbiters of something. Something something.
Paperwork fastened to repetitive joy, July, August..
Showing results for innuendo: ‘You’re good. Doing this, I offered. Just
Report to duration centers for the rich for best pricing, unless
Theft looks better. Go. Fees balanced. Eject.’
Then you told me repetitive motion went further —
Making money w/out reason is mass
-ive. After.. surely if that’s the mood, there are vector
Utilities for expressing wealth after dark..
Sleep has no idea of here and now when everything is the right answer
.. all on your check.
Report to duration centers for the rich for best pricing, unless
Theft looks better. Go. Fees balanced. Eject.’
Then you told me repetitive motion went further —
Making money w/out reason is mass
-ive. After.. surely if that’s the mood, there are vector
Utilities for expressing wealth after dark..
Sleep has no idea of here and now when everything is the right answer
.. all on your check.
I have decent rooms and vegetarian board. Living large is an art prepared without a couth manual. I hope you’re both open to a former way of life stocked with interfering colorations of air as in a plush, intimate drawing room augmented with coarse bouquet. Like Elizabethans, say, we would see there were lots of tulle and offline making of amends. Music sounds on alert changing uniforms for the weekend with some breathy, lithe, spooky edge.
69: Kind eyes are deeds,
parts of you the world sees
and views with a backup group of souls watching, you now
crowned in tawny daybreak synthetic light,
measured accents on seraphic white.
Both our hearts will mend, thus we loiter intently.
We smile, neither laugh. We’re extending our
praise looking into bare truth farther than the eye shows
And finding our love in the outward beauty of your mind.
parts of you the world sees
and views with a backup group of souls watching, you now
crowned in tawny daybreak synthetic light,
measured accents on seraphic white.
Both our hearts will mend, thus we loiter intently.
We smile, neither laugh. We’re extending our
praise looking into bare truth farther than the eye shows
And finding our love in the outward beauty of your mind.
To Caspar,
I think you asked for this over dinner.
Ghost buds for twenty-first century renos in a whole range of sentiment.
No chance, astrophysicist.
So you get it now, assigning you to our planet to feel cathartic
is dimensionally impossible. You’re dull. Rather uneducated.
You’re all shine and velocity to us, the living!
Sap is flowing, Caspar, top gear, top speed.
Grab a sawhorse.
I think you asked for this over dinner.
Ghost buds for twenty-first century renos in a whole range of sentiment.
No chance, astrophysicist.
So you get it now, assigning you to our planet to feel cathartic
is dimensionally impossible. You’re dull. Rather uneducated.
You’re all shine and velocity to us, the living!
Sap is flowing, Caspar, top gear, top speed.
Grab a sawhorse.
A screwed up spider running down inside you is in response to production-vectors coursing throughout the enthusiasm industry. Continuous profits bring story-telling comfort to support well-thought-out positions, which are always in dispute, in the food chain.
Art captive to narrative? Maybe much of it. I adhere to the same late-filing rules as you.
Thereto art is theft by all means. All right. I’m almost a novice enthusiast. It may be years from now we’ll return to stealing your favor.
Until then, I pay into the food chain and ask for nothing.
Art captive to narrative? Maybe much of it. I adhere to the same late-filing rules as you.
Thereto art is theft by all means. All right. I’m almost a novice enthusiast. It may be years from now we’ll return to stealing your favor.
Until then, I pay into the food chain and ask for nothing.
2/24/19
Song: It sounds like you know the feeling but you’re not getting it. I want to distinguish our common introit of grabbing knives and spoons v. the naive intuition that expresses it.
Missing you is hard to implement & doesn’t change anything. I want you to be happy but on time for signing the release pledge, availing yourself of lilac patterned backgrounds here that look like versions of wicked cunning & mirrored parsimony canceling out our love triangle — set against fetishes & hiked vibes. It also helps us rolling in bed side to side.
Missing you is hard to implement & doesn’t change anything. I want you to be happy but on time for signing the release pledge, availing yourself of lilac patterned backgrounds here that look like versions of wicked cunning & mirrored parsimony canceling out our love triangle — set against fetishes & hiked vibes. It also helps us rolling in bed side to side.
I’m a woman. Or you. We have all the training we need listening to Jim Carroll — oral chemistry, the beginning of rage, this is my body. Almost the same as hopeless, the only oasis was just passed. I was more at home with early stage fright than deconstraining tastes at war with passivity.
Then you and I had an urge and we felt gorgeous wearing an engineer’s hairnet over the situation.
Then you and I had an urge and we felt gorgeous wearing an engineer’s hairnet over the situation.
Squandering the opportunity —
I didn’t have to what the hell?
Living requires
alternative means for the puzzled trot,
the smell of being in a raw shoot from every progressive angle.
I'm winding into a reliance on hardworking pleasures, broccoli, incense
and venue rumbles, open plans, open lots
just turning up.
I didn’t have to what the hell?
Living requires
alternative means for the puzzled trot,
the smell of being in a raw shoot from every progressive angle.
I'm winding into a reliance on hardworking pleasures, broccoli, incense
and venue rumbles, open plans, open lots
just turning up.
95: Hidden pretext takes over. A story of dispraise and comments but in a kind of praise per the report.
What would be less fantastic? An enclosure of stainless vice. A full shelf of great privileged, lascivious plans.
Naming your name tells the story. How sweet — you’re every blot and sin in one, widely preached against, seldom commented on against ill odds, for shame. One spots your pieces of sporting nonsense, beauty’s manly tongue negated, verbs rounded off randomly, veiled, knifing my love out..
What would be less fantastic? An enclosure of stainless vice. A full shelf of great privileged, lascivious plans.
Naming your name tells the story. How sweet — you’re every blot and sin in one, widely preached against, seldom commented on against ill odds, for shame. One spots your pieces of sporting nonsense, beauty’s manly tongue negated, verbs rounded off randomly, veiled, knifing my love out..
Song: If every frontal-ist were interrupted, we’d never get back.
This is an integument first to seeing speech as transparent. (‘This’
“is” a great uncle of frontal opportunism.) When you’re young
nepotism is also rampant in meaning maybe.
Maybe not as opaque. Ok. I hear voices in the kitchen. My thoughts freeze in total makeover
as this recedes — putting it mockingly — heading back w/ nothing to add.
This is an integument first to seeing speech as transparent. (‘This’
“is” a great uncle of frontal opportunism.) When you’re young
nepotism is also rampant in meaning maybe.
Maybe not as opaque. Ok. I hear voices in the kitchen. My thoughts freeze in total makeover
as this recedes — putting it mockingly — heading back w/ nothing to add.
En route to the dogs, there’s the apocalypse w/in; pushing deeply.
Our lot’s in a hurry. Some Greeks added vowels.
No future arouses chaotic phenomena rooting for any singularity ahead until there is no threshold. Matter persists, w/o dissonance, no disruption, a new status quo: perpetual and vital amid meanderings that are ordered appearances gone dormant, nearly, or snap, running off with fresh incentives for a frontier in more unboundedness, optics unravelled in dissolving attitudes behind all the good times forward.
Our lot’s in a hurry. Some Greeks added vowels.
No future arouses chaotic phenomena rooting for any singularity ahead until there is no threshold. Matter persists, w/o dissonance, no disruption, a new status quo: perpetual and vital amid meanderings that are ordered appearances gone dormant, nearly, or snap, running off with fresh incentives for a frontier in more unboundedness, optics unravelled in dissolving attitudes behind all the good times forward.
2/23/19
Striking the bell, lightening round..
Take a test. Brightness gushes out, but colliders roughened by screaming take a fall. Living ballet is euphoria-through-turbulent-process and comprises your early morning critique. But do you understand the point of the test?
It’s tight. What happened? Diagramming conditions of jitters and others’ sentences, I am anonymous either way.
Tho before the mist rolled in I felt your grace, holding on with both hands.
Take a test. Brightness gushes out, but colliders roughened by screaming take a fall. Living ballet is euphoria-through-turbulent-process and comprises your early morning critique. But do you understand the point of the test?
It’s tight. What happened? Diagramming conditions of jitters and others’ sentences, I am anonymous either way.
Tho before the mist rolled in I felt your grace, holding on with both hands.
Song: It sounds like you know the feeling but you’re not getting it. I want to distinguish our common introit of grabbing knives and spoons v. the naive intuition that expresses it.
Missing you is hard to implement & doesn’t change anything. I want you to be happy but on time for signing the release pledge, availing yourself of lilac patterned backgrounds here that look like versions of wicked cunning & mirrored parsimony canceling out our love triangle — set against fetishes & hiked vibes. It also helps us rolling in bed side to side.
Missing you is hard to implement & doesn’t change anything. I want you to be happy but on time for signing the release pledge, availing yourself of lilac patterned backgrounds here that look like versions of wicked cunning & mirrored parsimony canceling out our love triangle — set against fetishes & hiked vibes. It also helps us rolling in bed side to side.
“Stages of violence yearn for a whereabouts.
Conditions look dispersed — beeping you (did I?),
not out of calculation; it began how far and vast
signals liberate you to oppose other facts,” you wrote.
Or plans change.
Without speech sex is peroration.
That’s a normal reduction or formula for my song,
So few words on process.
Conditions look dispersed — beeping you (did I?),
not out of calculation; it began how far and vast
signals liberate you to oppose other facts,” you wrote.
Or plans change.
Without speech sex is peroration.
That’s a normal reduction or formula for my song,
So few words on process.
Before philosophical problems arrived, there’s flamenco.
Water worship exquisitely handcrafted
meditative retributions..
Problems are the arrivistes —
Their hollow inside was mixed up, the early polling said —
Your mop of fore-hair overlapping symbols way out in the ocean.
Your ocean. Your flamenco in transition.
Our faith and consequences.
Water worship exquisitely handcrafted
meditative retributions..
Problems are the arrivistes —
Their hollow inside was mixed up, the early polling said —
Your mop of fore-hair overlapping symbols way out in the ocean.
Your ocean. Your flamenco in transition.
Our faith and consequences.
74: I agree with / to your bail. Security should have conducted a more scholarly pat down.
We are under arrest but you’ve lost nothing. You’re mine.
Ten to one, better parts of our street rep show up in literature and data tracking. Faint Milano opera on one receiver as a memorial.
When you have a chance to review, I think this is due you. Layers of my spirit are made yours & any remains have no life to leap to, no death, either — carried away then having some interest in what’s going down on this wretched yet contented earth, all it contains, even this line.
We are under arrest but you’ve lost nothing. You’re mine.
Ten to one, better parts of our street rep show up in literature and data tracking. Faint Milano opera on one receiver as a memorial.
When you have a chance to review, I think this is due you. Layers of my spirit are made yours & any remains have no life to leap to, no death, either — carried away then having some interest in what’s going down on this wretched yet contented earth, all it contains, even this line.
2/22/19
I’m a woman. Or you. We have all the training we need listening to Jim Carroll — oral chemistry, the beginning of rage, this is my body. Almost the same as hopeless, the only oasis was just passed. I was more at home with early stage fright than deconstraining tastes at war with passivity.
Then you and I had an urge and we felt gorgeous wearing an engineer’s hairnet over the situation.
Then you and I had an urge and we felt gorgeous wearing an engineer’s hairnet over the situation.
Song: If every frontal-ist were interrupted, we’d never get back.
This is an integument first to seeing speech as transparent. (‘This’
“is” a great uncle of frontal opportunism.) When you’re young
nepotism is also rampant in meaning maybe.
Maybe not as opaque. Ok. I hear voices in the kitchen. My thoughts freeze in total makeover
as this recedes — putting it mockingly — heading back w/ nothing to add.
This is an integument first to seeing speech as transparent. (‘This’
“is” a great uncle of frontal opportunism.) When you’re young
nepotism is also rampant in meaning maybe.
Maybe not as opaque. Ok. I hear voices in the kitchen. My thoughts freeze in total makeover
as this recedes — putting it mockingly — heading back w/ nothing to add.
Did you catch Mueller’s report?
Operetta’s focus keeps an eye out, part of industrial knowledge that considers prototype approximates in crazy-fancy contexts plunked out on a keyboard. At first.
Moving forward we have all of an hour to take in sweetness made for infamous exposure (in costume) indoors then out.
Lights up — we take ourselves down a stretch in the libretto where we reserve dissonance. You deserve it.
Sweetness is vacillating as usual after hours on clear nights. Robbers, cops
Though fragrant, turn opaque
And poof — still
..could rain.
Operetta’s focus keeps an eye out, part of industrial knowledge that considers prototype approximates in crazy-fancy contexts plunked out on a keyboard. At first.
Moving forward we have all of an hour to take in sweetness made for infamous exposure (in costume) indoors then out.
Lights up — we take ourselves down a stretch in the libretto where we reserve dissonance. You deserve it.
Sweetness is vacillating as usual after hours on clear nights. Robbers, cops
Though fragrant, turn opaque
And poof — still
..could rain.
79: How it may happen
On a highway, gentle police lights
— Luxury vans flow in aid. Further uphill
Hauling “rays of virtue” — stolen beauty, yours.
He can afford it.
A ray’s lip, your lip, curls in his record performance /
Your opinion / your position count, a worthy argument
Made easier — you take the wheel,
Officer. I’ll hand it to you & have your way —
Then thank him —
Pay him what I owe.
On a highway, gentle police lights
— Luxury vans flow in aid. Further uphill
Hauling “rays of virtue” — stolen beauty, yours.
He can afford it.
A ray’s lip, your lip, curls in his record performance /
Your opinion / your position count, a worthy argument
Made easier — you take the wheel,
Officer. I’ll hand it to you & have your way —
Then thank him —
Pay him what I owe.
Memories of early men remain outside the mother-hole of polarity’s failure &
parenthetical judgment.
Television ceases to exist. It’s two decades into a future past. There’s a quiet patch that grew into a void with stark choices, starker interiors.
My position is to add approximations of muscle to physical combat.
I’m spry in my motives while the open field fills with a.i. shapes fighting the relative fight to operate on one another.
2/21/19
72: When love is missing shame is worth nothing. .
You devise virtuous lies (dear love) .. I picked that up, false, smug and not prime. .
a braid of welts around your neck. .
My name may be buried where my body is. .
the body you should love... .
.
I’ve just noticed you haven’t recited anything, Gabby. .
Let’s rewrite your true love untrue. Make it count. .
In this I fear sarcasm.
You devise virtuous lies (dear love) .. I picked that up, false, smug and not prime. .
a braid of welts around your neck. .
My name may be buried where my body is. .
the body you should love... .
.
I’ve just noticed you haven’t recited anything, Gabby. .
Let’s rewrite your true love untrue. Make it count. .
In this I fear sarcasm.
Matters of on-switch:
Mind and body worship conforms to system leaks.
I’m too ugly to be molested. That’s true. Who knows
I kissed a cat. Once.
Once out of what? out of dying belief
I wrote on otherness.. when down (“I’ve stopped looking”) otherness came.
A sober-garish run on sentence
Lay before my head cold rumbling..
My body in the language of dunes and trash
— soba colors with melons and daytime news.
I’m sorry for shoddy reasoning and growth. Sorry as important pieces
Of aqua foam and orange foam and glass.
Even more I like meeting mates’ life-changing kisses —
Kisses on progress. To reach the fallen dominoes..
Mind and body worship conforms to system leaks.
I’m too ugly to be molested. That’s true. Who knows
I kissed a cat. Once.
Once out of what? out of dying belief
I wrote on otherness.. when down (“I’ve stopped looking”) otherness came.
A sober-garish run on sentence
Lay before my head cold rumbling..
My body in the language of dunes and trash
— soba colors with melons and daytime news.
I’m sorry for shoddy reasoning and growth. Sorry as important pieces
Of aqua foam and orange foam and glass.
Even more I like meeting mates’ life-changing kisses —
Kisses on progress. To reach the fallen dominoes..
Nothing new, a feeling continues you could write until you drop ...
a feeling from here buried below the half familiar animation
I’d like to pull off,
replacing one half with
a hotel ensemble for stripping down, never talking.
When it comes to speaking one on one I have to be
charmed and not worry about what passes through me.
(Me, of course, is an expansive subset of being charmed, a trinket I believe.)
a feeling from here buried below the half familiar animation
I’d like to pull off,
replacing one half with
a hotel ensemble for stripping down, never talking.
When it comes to speaking one on one I have to be
charmed and not worry about what passes through me.
(Me, of course, is an expansive subset of being charmed, a trinket I believe.)
2/20/19
Thudding airlines: The prosecution collapsed
But you hand over your sack of warrants.
In the end the evaluations are in. Jumbo on
Justice, liberty, rule of law...
Time to concentrate on that killer c.v.
It’s about warrants for words, Might (Mate). Future thickets.
It’s so much satori — Enablers will cooperate fully.
For you, a love interest can get calculated —
So. Um..
Back to work, first it’s
Urgent we go out and get wasted.
The mood then passes from desolating satire to
Constant put-downs you parrot like executive control
— Holding firm in the wild dating bars where fireworks slowly ignite
“In the slumbering gaze” parallel kill and be killed, united obliteration.
But you hand over your sack of warrants.
In the end the evaluations are in. Jumbo on
Justice, liberty, rule of law...
Time to concentrate on that killer c.v.
It’s about warrants for words, Might (Mate). Future thickets.
It’s so much satori — Enablers will cooperate fully.
For you, a love interest can get calculated —
So. Um..
Back to work, first it’s
Urgent we go out and get wasted.
The mood then passes from desolating satire to
Constant put-downs you parrot like executive control
— Holding firm in the wild dating bars where fireworks slowly ignite
“In the slumbering gaze” parallel kill and be killed, united obliteration.
73: One will die; one sees all sunsets fade to ashes of black.
But I’m leaving our night choir behind. Awake making love with you where yellow leaves still shake blowing past bare boughs and twilight, glowing, seeming content, consumed, consuming to expire.
Death is a nominal fallacy like twilight now: To love you as if that’s true... and stronger — that’s my late take away. I don’t understand the cold fire this time of year in the west, whereby the sweet birds sing then sang, etc.
But I’m leaving our night choir behind. Awake making love with you where yellow leaves still shake blowing past bare boughs and twilight, glowing, seeming content, consumed, consuming to expire.
Death is a nominal fallacy like twilight now: To love you as if that’s true... and stronger — that’s my late take away. I don’t understand the cold fire this time of year in the west, whereby the sweet birds sing then sang, etc.
This cloaking device avoids detection. Slanting, lost, an hour later we’re beginning to ride over borders, borders are still porous, just look at this phonemic adventure! I need some topper wipe.
You’re turning me on.
Reading pulp, there’s an interlude between devices where I wish you’d taken up singing of thingness.
You’re turning me on.
Reading pulp, there’s an interlude between devices where I wish you’d taken up singing of thingness.
We unholster & dance across the room / a lumberjack in me & you. A cobra balance in our DNA.
The color wheel for our genes is graduated to go with our rainforest ethos & smiley
faces. We speak in our mother tongue of fine ethos and interiors, to no product hewn.
I have the same problem buying oil.
I see your inside voice, binary to binary autosuggestion.
When it gets dark it happens fast.
We wanted to go to
This point, stabilizing the home office — over the ocean
W/out oil in the water — ‘or personal contact.’
The color wheel for our genes is graduated to go with our rainforest ethos & smiley
faces. We speak in our mother tongue of fine ethos and interiors, to no product hewn.
I have the same problem buying oil.
I see your inside voice, binary to binary autosuggestion.
When it gets dark it happens fast.
We wanted to go to
This point, stabilizing the home office — over the ocean
W/out oil in the water — ‘or personal contact.’
2/19/19
Today, my beliefs go unchecked worshiping neutrality (plain v hard) w/in the gloom of purgatorio as perceptions of different possibilities blow town including the best halo effects and feelings. They’ll come back in the wash.
It’s nice finally to put a class of face to the physical world’s humiliating covered breathing. Geometry is of and true to nature throughout. Today, every day open censorship is going to be there, filtered, unfiltered as long as it takes.
It’s nice finally to put a class of face to the physical world’s humiliating covered breathing. Geometry is of and true to nature throughout. Today, every day open censorship is going to be there, filtered, unfiltered as long as it takes.
64: The soul is a belief system, which I have seen defaced,
increasing store with loss, done in by time’s fell hand,
the rich proud cost of grief and American English.
I hope you can let this go..
Time will come to take our love away, leaving me breathing without form;
structurally I have seen I am sustained by so lofty a hypothetical force —
But I can’t go on without some
interchange — a new episode in your telegenics.
When we walk together, it makes no language difference what we believe, what the soul is.
I’m just ruminating on having you; slave to you, I fear losing you.
The soul’s inscription reads you’re my state of the eternal state, my business.
increasing store with loss, done in by time’s fell hand,
the rich proud cost of grief and American English.
I hope you can let this go..
Time will come to take our love away, leaving me breathing without form;
structurally I have seen I am sustained by so lofty a hypothetical force —
But I can’t go on without some
interchange — a new episode in your telegenics.
When we walk together, it makes no language difference what we believe, what the soul is.
I’m just ruminating on having you; slave to you, I fear losing you.
The soul’s inscription reads you’re my state of the eternal state, my business.
Voices in funnels, a trickle down of their futurity,
Dropping your sights — now rising
— the fastest way to earn points. & yet
We’re surrounded —
I write poems for children, your progeny
Forward a debit resonance disproving their successors —
We’re effects their voices bell without words.
Make a difference,
Steal the steep treasure,
Baby Wateau vanishes
& the cake sale fails — vanished out of memory & sight as I am now.
Dropping your sights — now rising
— the fastest way to earn points. & yet
We’re surrounded —
I write poems for children, your progeny
Forward a debit resonance disproving their successors —
We’re effects their voices bell without words.
Make a difference,
Steal the steep treasure,
Baby Wateau vanishes
& the cake sale fails — vanished out of memory & sight as I am now.
We met in a torn design aka unstable. Pointilized face lifts, for instance.
Micro repairmen drones no one talks to about anyone.
But tell me how the chief executive is special?
All words are of the dharma —
Here we have — the uncomfortable feel
of the adolescent talking head’s manner of speech, little hands,
grist for a toy presidency and its symbolic defensive narcissism.
Ill-groomed for the fall, it’s nothing’s personal.
Micro repairmen drones no one talks to about anyone.
But tell me how the chief executive is special?
All words are of the dharma —
Here we have — the uncomfortable feel
of the adolescent talking head’s manner of speech, little hands,
grist for a toy presidency and its symbolic defensive narcissism.
Ill-groomed for the fall, it’s nothing’s personal.
2/18/19
Yoga is as popular as use of strength is everywhere, definitely in bed. It’s nearly in your mind — part histories of the universe. We sneaked his junk across the border just to release our frustration, verbally sneering in a natural voice..
*
Advice to a would-be gymnast (badly misnamed): just be simultaneous.
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Advice to a would-be gymnast (badly misnamed): just be simultaneous.
75: Every time I visit you in your mascara I become lucid about the fear you strike. Day by day you were food to my life. And I see the brilliant live again, sure enough, in vetted dormitories, always have, fudging abasement with rich food and neater drugs. Sorry concentrates. There you are.
Pleasure and then the transportation of souls and their wealth take place about here and now.
Nothing for me. I feel I’m a pursuer of no delight uninvited to the Worry Dance, revalidating my whorl of cement paintings..
Starved for a look, now counting it best if the world
may see my pleasure feasting off you, on your dime, thus, on / off your sight...
pursuing peace, all or nothing, with you alone.
Pleasure and then the transportation of souls and their wealth take place about here and now.
Nothing for me. I feel I’m a pursuer of no delight uninvited to the Worry Dance, revalidating my whorl of cement paintings..
Starved for a look, now counting it best if the world
may see my pleasure feasting off you, on your dime, thus, on / off your sight...
pursuing peace, all or nothing, with you alone.
The sky collides in the air, a hue of golf balls.
That color was discontinued, for historical justice.
Days are broken into first seasons separated by sensual regions.
Our supply chain deals fatalism as an element of allegory
shaping and twisting regions of all desire, except a ready
-made means to change the day supplier feeding us collisions.
That color was discontinued, for historical justice.
Days are broken into first seasons separated by sensual regions.
Our supply chain deals fatalism as an element of allegory
shaping and twisting regions of all desire, except a ready
-made means to change the day supplier feeding us collisions.
Guards used to stand tall. United parts and parcels. Now they tell you to take off your belt.
The impression building is that every move serves an Euclidian purpose. Then. A higher purpose according to religionists, in a word, a metonym for dizziness everywhere according to boundless practitioners. Their approach, heading toward final devastation, collapses under its own glare into supernumerary states of emotion and minor readjustments on an international scale of anxiety equal to the light of your body. Then. Every dancer stops for a moment, and I feel better.
The impression building is that every move serves an Euclidian purpose. Then. A higher purpose according to religionists, in a word, a metonym for dizziness everywhere according to boundless practitioners. Their approach, heading toward final devastation, collapses under its own glare into supernumerary states of emotion and minor readjustments on an international scale of anxiety equal to the light of your body. Then. Every dancer stops for a moment, and I feel better.
2/17/19
Too excellent but passing a concern:
IF we have an idea to process this or any idea into text or artifact, subject to analysis, THEN how does the text or artifact change ways of analyzing the transactional process among others? Does the result generate inquiry into both (a) how, when, why subjects of analysis came about and (b) any utility of further venture or adaptation?
IF we have an idea to process this or any idea into text or artifact, subject to analysis, THEN how does the text or artifact change ways of analyzing the transactional process among others? Does the result generate inquiry into both (a) how, when, why subjects of analysis came about and (b) any utility of further venture or adaptation?
Denis the Menace grew a pair this summer. I now have a boyfriend. We’re in love, we’re out of it, we’re trying to run each other over in a slow sweep, and it continues, since I’m first and last bored with superordination and thought about having chapter delineations.. just paragraph breaks.
Just so, the sky collides in the air, a hue of golf balls.
That color discontinued, for historical justice.
Days are broken into first seasons separated by sensual regions.
Our supply chain deals fatalism as an element of allegory
shaping and twisting regions of all desire, except a ready
-made means to change Denis or the day supplier feeding us collisions.
That color discontinued, for historical justice.
Days are broken into first seasons separated by sensual regions.
Our supply chain deals fatalism as an element of allegory
shaping and twisting regions of all desire, except a ready
-made means to change Denis or the day supplier feeding us collisions.
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.
8: Music to hear? Truth is we’re sad and feathery.
Shorthand abstractions where unions married delight in joy
like this mutual ordering to our touching and holding the moment,
surrounding it with ‘speechless songs’ of taking off for the unknown, spinning, spun,
upset, out of control yet
that’s how we fasten music we hear to move around objects.
100% our touch.
Shorthand abstractions where unions married delight in joy
like this mutual ordering to our touching and holding the moment,
surrounding it with ‘speechless songs’ of taking off for the unknown, spinning, spun,
upset, out of control yet
that’s how we fasten music we hear to move around objects.
100% our touch.
A warm light is produced by heated argument.
Heat the cosmos can hear. The blazing trajectory halts in NYC or Washington on-to-nowhere, a very mean arc to bridge, all right — erratically stencilled with tweezers-length trapezoids at its austere outer rings that are comparing infinite sets.
Taxonomy, to get back to the cosmos, stands tiptoe atop shoulders of ascending ideas, forgetting the battered raw laborers below lined up on broken mosaics, necks pounding from overtime
like ex-royals.
Heat the cosmos can hear. The blazing trajectory halts in NYC or Washington on-to-nowhere, a very mean arc to bridge, all right — erratically stencilled with tweezers-length trapezoids at its austere outer rings that are comparing infinite sets.
Taxonomy, to get back to the cosmos, stands tiptoe atop shoulders of ascending ideas, forgetting the battered raw laborers below lined up on broken mosaics, necks pounding from overtime
like ex-royals.
2/16/19
106: In love, the practice of counterclockwise is nothing at all, only sustained focus, innovation of hand, foot, lips, of eye, of brow, in nowhere equivalent to expressing your beauty ...
Nah
all right, I lose. I’ll open in complete command of nothing, no skill to praise you.
From the outside the sky hints of hinges, bolted prophesies that you master now —
I’ll not waste time — we’re tethered here.
For love we’ll ingest all of you prefiguring present day,
inflating while we data dive, I guess
exhaling descriptions
w/ eyes to wonder on the full worth of your beauty making beauty.
Nah
all right, I lose. I’ll open in complete command of nothing, no skill to praise you.
From the outside the sky hints of hinges, bolted prophesies that you master now —
I’ll not waste time — we’re tethered here.
For love we’ll ingest all of you prefiguring present day,
inflating while we data dive, I guess
exhaling descriptions
w/ eyes to wonder on the full worth of your beauty making beauty.
He called the universe a positive word.
Reading and living are continuous variables
That ontologically under-simulate his ten senses.
He should be furious w/ the authentic world w/ dogfood boxes. Be
Angry at literal keyholes, too, w/ their conservative
Counterviews to earnest alignment as his new parts pull up
A parallel prowess of floating unquietly
Into apothegms, into sidesteps of fine voice,
“A voice and nothing more.”
Reading and living are continuous variables
That ontologically under-simulate his ten senses.
He should be furious w/ the authentic world w/ dogfood boxes. Be
Angry at literal keyholes, too, w/ their conservative
Counterviews to earnest alignment as his new parts pull up
A parallel prowess of floating unquietly
Into apothegms, into sidesteps of fine voice,
“A voice and nothing more.”
Will you call upstairs and talk?
The bosses don’t talk, they’re hot for a killing — They said that?
What?
— Here it comes...
I’m so sorry.
I murder this time some homeless girl? Are you nuts?
She was just there. Sweetie, it was an accident. She falls on the knife.
Then what?
— There’s a media trial.
Another trial?
There hasn’t been a trial since — they wanted a death upstairs.
The bosses don’t talk, they’re hot for a killing — They said that?
What?
— Here it comes...
I’m so sorry.
I murder this time some homeless girl? Are you nuts?
She was just there. Sweetie, it was an accident. She falls on the knife.
Then what?
— There’s a media trial.
Another trial?
There hasn’t been a trial since — they wanted a death upstairs.
2/15/19
You & I wonder about summer’s eternal
possessions, the buds, shade & a day if we could see
staying chaste .. it’s on the house.
Feels great out ahead until there’s a threshold.
In those same terms there’s too hot
a reliance on eking a living making out
Optimizing the center where death dies.
It will take more than a single changing course
to snatch life from time, breathing it in & out if we could see.
possessions, the buds, shade & a day if we could see
staying chaste .. it’s on the house.
Feels great out ahead until there’s a threshold.
In those same terms there’s too hot
a reliance on eking a living making out
Optimizing the center where death dies.
It will take more than a single changing course
to snatch life from time, breathing it in & out if we could see.
92: To my love in constant revolt, stealing away...
Once again our life ends. Next, I’m happy love never stays; love is vexing weather, wrong to depend on inside scars. On manual labor. A heightened blush. Learning to fear the worst I’m happy to have had your love — I don’t know, what’s a fair question? — is there one last best state to restage or not to live in? It depends on you and me, not false humor; I belong in this humorless state without you, without dashing all our love. I find my lifetime love for you is self-assured and formally difficult and, oops... Others happy to die are on fire.
Happy to die! — do we take their place?
Once again our life ends. Next, I’m happy love never stays; love is vexing weather, wrong to depend on inside scars. On manual labor. A heightened blush. Learning to fear the worst I’m happy to have had your love — I don’t know, what’s a fair question? — is there one last best state to restage or not to live in? It depends on you and me, not false humor; I belong in this humorless state without you, without dashing all our love. I find my lifetime love for you is self-assured and formally difficult and, oops... Others happy to die are on fire.
Happy to die! — do we take their place?
No foes, no spite —
Sing: Pigeons pattern heaven where detachment cut back! Getting
To there uproots the photon series, exalted then stiffened into parody..
Reminding my love of a few contingencies we picked up from a tray
Of bright boomerangs that tantalize in the feasible, wanting nil and showing
What go around and come around, left to their own desires and systems.
Sing: Pigeons pattern heaven where detachment cut back! Getting
To there uproots the photon series, exalted then stiffened into parody..
Reminding my love of a few contingencies we picked up from a tray
Of bright boomerangs that tantalize in the feasible, wanting nil and showing
What go around and come around, left to their own desires and systems.
Let me grab a pen and clamber over here to the landmark network... you’re right, this isn’t the window for me. Before the heat dies, if ever, I’ll try praying in all directions, improving parallel math skills for our window cleaners’ carnal satisfaction as we pivot from top panes to a ringing merger of gripping madness.
Frame: Socialist by nature,
Not sure discourse product pertains. A shrine of axioms certifies wealth and income
Consultancy, honing the reader into two dimensions on the surface, cashing in.
Looking around emptiness, embrace it for goodness sakes
Yet reading the usual way subverts those expectations.
We’re dealing particles of thought, pastiche
To paying homage running across a subject,
Finding how axioms move discourse far from oversight.
Not sure discourse product pertains. A shrine of axioms certifies wealth and income
Consultancy, honing the reader into two dimensions on the surface, cashing in.
Looking around emptiness, embrace it for goodness sakes
Yet reading the usual way subverts those expectations.
We’re dealing particles of thought, pastiche
To paying homage running across a subject,
Finding how axioms move discourse far from oversight.
2/14/19
Each year corrupts the interference ultra-field. The elders have rules. Stay funny and
comfortable is one.
Another is also fancy, more or less fun. Insert / handkerchief.
Shave twice a week. Does your dad look happy never to see you in the eyes of men?
What can we do without sleeping around in our active subculture?
Last, best, fair in gay love. I wanted to ask you about immaculate being, rondure and going out. /
According to slung
Allegory, it’s called Stepping Up, Giving Ourselves, Keeping Ourselves.
comfortable is one.
Another is also fancy, more or less fun. Insert / handkerchief.
Shave twice a week. Does your dad look happy never to see you in the eyes of men?
What can we do without sleeping around in our active subculture?
Last, best, fair in gay love. I wanted to ask you about immaculate being, rondure and going out. /
According to slung
Allegory, it’s called Stepping Up, Giving Ourselves, Keeping Ourselves.
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.
83: Life with Mr Juice comes up short — charm
-ing & familiar — unfair tenderness in a paper sack.
Hostess Wheel Clacker, bike spinner & fake license & plate.
A poet’s debt.
I found (or again I thought in silence)
Your eyes are nagging me for more .. admit you miss modern art & text devices.
You miss the first drag. Painting
Mr Juice imagines my wearing her new credentials
As an inner being when others would give life.. I have nothing set.
Have you read, praise & worth get ten percent of their daily
Calories from soda & smoking — sleeping to excess
Mute beauties become hereon slack
As I never slept for my sins.
Thereon I’m barren as I am dumb.
-ing & familiar — unfair tenderness in a paper sack.
Hostess Wheel Clacker, bike spinner & fake license & plate.
A poet’s debt.
I found (or again I thought in silence)
Your eyes are nagging me for more .. admit you miss modern art & text devices.
You miss the first drag. Painting
Mr Juice imagines my wearing her new credentials
As an inner being when others would give life.. I have nothing set.
Have you read, praise & worth get ten percent of their daily
Calories from soda & smoking — sleeping to excess
Mute beauties become hereon slack
As I never slept for my sins.
Thereon I’m barren as I am dumb.
Atom of the future = the 1st head turns in which a detail is explicative in several ways at once.
Clockwise = second head turn: 2 or more meanings re-solved into one experiment; foul results = few explanations.
Counterclockwise = third turn, in which there are 2 or more reconnected experiments.
A pulse of light of the right duration = 4th turn, alternative explanations but none good enough for clarifying experimenters’ state of confusion.
Superposition = fifth, lucky confusion: the experimenter is enamored of her idea in the eventful processes of argument and experiment.
A row of 10 = sixth, universal yet irrelevantly ‘sweet’ shades of experiment, this time many experiments join in minting explanations, makin’em up.
Measure = seventh, and it’s official. Unbending full argument and testing of dogmas and contradictions, transforming ungated minds turning heads toward amplified democracy: All are counted, dirty outdoorsmen and women, kicking big toes, sailors, all on board.
Counterclockwise = third turn, in which there are 2 or more reconnected experiments.
A pulse of light of the right duration = 4th turn, alternative explanations but none good enough for clarifying experimenters’ state of confusion.
Superposition = fifth, lucky confusion: the experimenter is enamored of her idea in the eventful processes of argument and experiment.
A row of 10 = sixth, universal yet irrelevantly ‘sweet’ shades of experiment, this time many experiments join in minting explanations, makin’em up.
Measure = seventh, and it’s official. Unbending full argument and testing of dogmas and contradictions, transforming ungated minds turning heads toward amplified democracy: All are counted, dirty outdoorsmen and women, kicking big toes, sailors, all on board.
Sway your head. That means dance.
Don’t hold it in. Talk to your doctor.
Try something cartoonish. I’m whirling around, pens and markers in hand in roughly 4 minute stints. Learning something about what I mean, high jinks soar belying despair over entropy, a quiet smoke, losing gravity!
Privilege the not status and function.
Read this. (I did.)
It’s half a libretto.
Don’t hold it in. Talk to your doctor.
Try something cartoonish. I’m whirling around, pens and markers in hand in roughly 4 minute stints. Learning something about what I mean, high jinks soar belying despair over entropy, a quiet smoke, losing gravity!
Privilege the not status and function.
Read this. (I did.)
It’s half a libretto.
2/13/19
I’m a year late. In choosing what rubs me wrong or why I don’t want to be seen with you or apologize for one more ode; can I eat something?
I repeat.
I’m writing an ode to winter, coming on, just getting to you. As marriages go it’s not all bad. I owe my bros an apology. (Not you.) My better half too. It’s just an exchange.
Summer!
I repeat.
I’m writing an ode to winter, coming on, just getting to you. As marriages go it’s not all bad. I owe my bros an apology. (Not you.) My better half too. It’s just an exchange.
Summer!
71: We don’t remember your life, your name, for I no longer mourn you.
Like a surly, vile freeloader / poet, I overhear captions in robot clauses... giving warnings. It’s vile — compounded when I think you read this line into my thoughts. I’m the hand that writ ...and I negotiate cash for rapprochement after I am gone. Hey, don’t worry, my next line is not incompatible with yours, for I love you so.
Like a surly, vile freeloader / poet, I overhear captions in robot clauses... giving warnings. It’s vile — compounded when I think you read this line into my thoughts. I’m the hand that writ ...and I negotiate cash for rapprochement after I am gone. Hey, don’t worry, my next line is not incompatible with yours, for I love you so.
The 10 polisciences exist. Do tell. So ours is a great America. Can we go for a ride?
Btw, we got here on big feet.
That’s what it feels like or sounds like, not always is.
So it’s no. Also, you know what .. we just can’t do enough. Sleeping 26 hours would be a flaw in my federalist secession. It’s a sorry concentrate: Until we went broke we were indebted.
Now an international scale opposes the light in our constitution. Analysis is scary-loud,
yet there are comic possibilities as we separatists are itching to colonize.
Btw, we got here on big feet.
That’s what it feels like or sounds like, not always is.
So it’s no. Also, you know what .. we just can’t do enough. Sleeping 26 hours would be a flaw in my federalist secession. It’s a sorry concentrate: Until we went broke we were indebted.
Now an international scale opposes the light in our constitution. Analysis is scary-loud,
yet there are comic possibilities as we separatists are itching to colonize.
2/12/19
Foundational bias underpins the closed argument for or against not being sure.
A signature concern is the cosmos’ experience. The bigger the better. It’s peculiarly nepotistic, another point, so many writers simultaneously figure out these expectations within multiple, extra literary contexts, politics, cultural construction for personae, nonprofit and corporate performance theory and the like.
A signature concern is the cosmos’ experience. The bigger the better. It’s peculiarly nepotistic, another point, so many writers simultaneously figure out these expectations within multiple, extra literary contexts, politics, cultural construction for personae, nonprofit and corporate performance theory and the like.
My name is Marie.
Pointless breeding:
Almost everybody is resolved, the environment is loaded w/ 3
seasons at a painting crossroads —
Filming = [is] composing.
Calming down, there’s a dual rule of justice gone aground with a control group that can’t be erased. That’s what I hear. I keep fighting the urge to pack an appliance for some occipital brushfire, active against the jittery ‘human grain’ inside my fasting body.
Pointless breeding:
Almost everybody is resolved, the environment is loaded w/ 3
seasons at a painting crossroads —
Filming = [is] composing.
Calming down, there’s a dual rule of justice gone aground with a control group that can’t be erased. That’s what I hear. I keep fighting the urge to pack an appliance for some occipital brushfire, active against the jittery ‘human grain’ inside my fasting body.
We like newness in a way and reallocation schemes when both of us leave stroke marks. Like
how I graduated from this shame of yours and mine, this pride
in the battle between the sexes. (The rich won.)
Can you place our names? I row a canoe for the alter-ego, frequent asides and decorative indeterminacy.
With full employment, I got to anticipating mind control as disingenuous.
how I graduated from this shame of yours and mine, this pride
in the battle between the sexes. (The rich won.)
Can you place our names? I row a canoe for the alter-ego, frequent asides and decorative indeterminacy.
With full employment, I got to anticipating mind control as disingenuous.
Sonnet 10: We lodge now (in the presence of physics-oblivion)
a headless pedagogue hammering out Bo Diddley —
Sap repairing top figureheads top speed. The murder option centered more per theorem.
Panning back fast to grant your audience more of yourself, your love to bear, your beauty grew
beloved of many but tampering w/ so many thought experiments.. you love no one? Not him.
We think not. It’s a regulatory equation = hating him =
hating yourself feeding on non sequiturs as concepts, only a few
sticking to what’s un-enclosed in nominal trivia to locate fresh paradox.
For you change your mind repeatedly enslaving romantic poetry so you can be taught
(for shame a conspiracy loved by such an impassive number, so many..) ..
a headless pedagogue hammering out Bo Diddley —
Sap repairing top figureheads top speed. The murder option centered more per theorem.
Panning back fast to grant your audience more of yourself, your love to bear, your beauty grew
beloved of many but tampering w/ so many thought experiments.. you love no one? Not him.
We think not. It’s a regulatory equation = hating him =
hating yourself feeding on non sequiturs as concepts, only a few
sticking to what’s un-enclosed in nominal trivia to locate fresh paradox.
For you change your mind repeatedly enslaving romantic poetry so you can be taught
(for shame a conspiracy loved by such an impassive number, so many..) ..
Substitute snow falls like sea foam over snow.
Read the inspection label. To continue, asymmetry solves perfection.
Snow lists a mood replaced as the driveway met you. (You’ll always be dad’s inside, animals looking at you.)
You don’t get to snooze.
Snow is a collective meme that takes its singular form learning to drive.
Read the inspection label. To continue, asymmetry solves perfection.
Snow lists a mood replaced as the driveway met you. (You’ll always be dad’s inside, animals looking at you.)
You don’t get to snooze.
Snow is a collective meme that takes its singular form learning to drive.
Are you healthy enough for perfection in a gridded environment? This new thing?
A stencil of our dialog frames many others while class struggle gets more and more slippery.
Or peach-dreamy, subverting history, waking up today waxing satirical in a trance, as the poster said, ‘democracy’ encircled.
Those pressed under convey a stronger gesture for triumph.
A stencil of our dialog frames many others while class struggle gets more and more slippery.
Or peach-dreamy, subverting history, waking up today waxing satirical in a trance, as the poster said, ‘democracy’ encircled.
Those pressed under convey a stronger gesture for triumph.
2/11/19
Colder rain or snow has had a profile that can only be screwed up during dry spells.
Either form is widely construed as partially audible, plundering suspicion within either’s asymmetry.
Rain or snow, the great work cuts straight through restructure, mistreating more remakes and models to abandon.
Either or they all do. Precipitation becomes a shadow soundtrack beyond logic. Tattooing condensation midair — epic sums up the thruway and instrumentation when you have glimpses of it.
Either form is widely construed as partially audible, plundering suspicion within either’s asymmetry.
Rain or snow, the great work cuts straight through restructure, mistreating more remakes and models to abandon.
Either or they all do. Precipitation becomes a shadow soundtrack beyond logic. Tattooing condensation midair — epic sums up the thruway and instrumentation when you have glimpses of it.
108: Admit you miss smoking, drinking boy.
You miss that first drag. Have you heard,
Taking other lovers you become multilingual.
The smoke tows you in its stride, in its spirit
Among the underemployed in hyper décor —
Your glass half full. Your hair’s on the brink.
Your eyes fill with fresh manpower.
Counting no old thing old,
Stay informal in no time,
Stay new so to speak..
I’m yours, I merit you’re mine —
What now to register?
Stop waving that grape drink.
You miss that first drag. Have you heard,
Taking other lovers you become multilingual.
The smoke tows you in its stride, in its spirit
Among the underemployed in hyper décor —
Your glass half full. Your hair’s on the brink.
Your eyes fill with fresh manpower.
Counting no old thing old,
Stay informal in no time,
Stay new so to speak..
I’m yours, I merit you’re mine —
What now to register?
Stop waving that grape drink.
I feel socialist. Validating market snapshots, optimizing
The practical center
More than any single system,
A huge agnostic discipline
About attitudes behind morals.
You know this open and shut —
Take it down / or thumb thru
The balance left over. Inhabit the brim
To the point you realize
We know now – now less than nothing, which exists practically.
The practical center
More than any single system,
A huge agnostic discipline
About attitudes behind morals.
You know this open and shut —
Take it down / or thumb thru
The balance left over. Inhabit the brim
To the point you realize
We know now – now less than nothing, which exists practically.
Should we have
a message?
We’re talking to what must
be figurative breakpoints listed under fate and fate’s consignments. Example.
Just kidding. Since the launch of modernist housing
empty messages remember nothing of detached
sensory esotericists.
Vault-loads of cash tho grant fame and no literal disapproval.
Granted, we have
a message strategy.
A politic paranoia recommended for laying back, cool and stable in an emotional tri-level.
a message?
We’re talking to what must
be figurative breakpoints listed under fate and fate’s consignments. Example.
Just kidding. Since the launch of modernist housing
empty messages remember nothing of detached
sensory esotericists.
Vault-loads of cash tho grant fame and no literal disapproval.
Granted, we have
a message strategy.
A politic paranoia recommended for laying back, cool and stable in an emotional tri-level.
2/10/19
No variation.
No truth, research suggests shorthand abstractions,
buckeye elements around indirect objects, street names
more indirect than research shows.
Minor formalism holds the moment free for a moment
winning or won, upset, out of control yet
surrounding aggression while keeping in touch.
100% no truth.
No truth, research suggests shorthand abstractions,
buckeye elements around indirect objects, street names
more indirect than research shows.
Minor formalism holds the moment free for a moment
winning or won, upset, out of control yet
surrounding aggression while keeping in touch.
100% no truth.
It once read, architecturally, you’re my business.
“I heard talent & beauty & money come with their own flickering light; by your putting them to rest they take ‘full effect’ with no attachment to bad diets or addictive capital.” Leaving you gasp.
Is this documentary or did I make it up? — “when you remember wit and austerity read each other from the start, after wit — seems mathematical tho programmers have a fiercely vandal like impression of appraisal under uncertainty.” They ‘elevate’ diet potholes.
So this is an edit (to hide highway hunger). “That’s as close as no personality has to keen, endless pulse.”
..bicycling no-hands feels like what the sign reads in the dark underpass. To put it together, anonymity makes what’s excess pain disappear along with too much poverty and sugar.
“I heard talent & beauty & money come with their own flickering light; by your putting them to rest they take ‘full effect’ with no attachment to bad diets or addictive capital.” Leaving you gasp.
Is this documentary or did I make it up? — “when you remember wit and austerity read each other from the start, after wit — seems mathematical tho programmers have a fiercely vandal like impression of appraisal under uncertainty.” They ‘elevate’ diet potholes.
So this is an edit (to hide highway hunger). “That’s as close as no personality has to keen, endless pulse.”
..bicycling no-hands feels like what the sign reads in the dark underpass. To put it together, anonymity makes what’s excess pain disappear along with too much poverty and sugar.
The effect is real. Real enough
to be defined consistently.
Errant is not mistaken for arbitrary. Form follows structure.
In a way nothing’s for keeps.
2 spiral arrays for time & harmony within a philosophy (moving spatial dimensions) several hours forward.
Nothing’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. It’s asking a lot. Why open
atoms under quivers at the edge to sleep?
to be defined consistently.
Errant is not mistaken for arbitrary. Form follows structure.
In a way nothing’s for keeps.
2 spiral arrays for time & harmony within a philosophy (moving spatial dimensions) several hours forward.
Nothing’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. It’s asking a lot. Why open
atoms under quivers at the edge to sleep?
90: Hate me now.
It’s up to pond structure to model strains of passivity and its onset by the rear shore. Only don’t drop in.
The pond holds scraps and parts of nesting authority, an after-loss. Rainy tomorrow. I join you to re-reference an arrow and bow made out of many purposed m.p.h. gusts — and this is your and my body as well — a priori nil in inner life razing names of sorrow.
It’s up to pond structure to model strains of passivity and its onset by the rear shore. Only don’t drop in.
The pond holds scraps and parts of nesting authority, an after-loss. Rainy tomorrow. I join you to re-reference an arrow and bow made out of many purposed m.p.h. gusts — and this is your and my body as well — a priori nil in inner life razing names of sorrow.
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.
Since giving up on poetry, singalong has vaulted to the top of our shared agenda. Shared or snared, just like them, say. Leaving office to wolves has a double meaning to off-center the filing (and filtering) system and other singularities I’ve kept back under my appendix for years. We have no limits to affirm any retractions, feeding our reliance on illumined work, dire pleasures, majestic plans and, this most generalized I guess, fortune (Fortune) itself burningly turning back to watch the wax dim.
2/9/19
I usually renegotiate after a bonfire of love, & like glowing sparks, not a note of cynicism vis à vis whom I adopt.
It’s better after I begin to wake I’ve landed. A roundhouse in green leaves is great. I merge at the top, half asleep..
Moreover, we’ve landed. A roundhouse in the sun.. the left knee just there then took a variant position in a sequence of arm scratches —
an honest hermaphroditic itch gerrymandered in ambiguity until it goes away, released at last into newly impartial states, witless after a while, undead.
It’s better after I begin to wake I’ve landed. A roundhouse in green leaves is great. I merge at the top, half asleep..
Moreover, we’ve landed. A roundhouse in the sun.. the left knee just there then took a variant position in a sequence of arm scratches —
an honest hermaphroditic itch gerrymandered in ambiguity until it goes away, released at last into newly impartial states, witless after a while, undead.
There’s a term for attrition of affects, eyesore.
And there’s a hypertonic struggle to housesit too much information. You know it exists. Bad antecedents. Human body fat jumps, worth $100,000 a gallon.
This is the good gold.
A life is charged for care. I’m otherwise a coffee head! But no more, let’s pare it down.
Have we ever done anything but tamper with the weather? Oh, who knows? Oh, Ladytron. You seem so fake-excited in the sprayed periphery, staying in balance inside a soft radical vapor of bigness that’s quashed.
And there’s a hypertonic struggle to housesit too much information. You know it exists. Bad antecedents. Human body fat jumps, worth $100,000 a gallon.
This is the good gold.
A life is charged for care. I’m otherwise a coffee head! But no more, let’s pare it down.
Have we ever done anything but tamper with the weather? Oh, who knows? Oh, Ladytron. You seem so fake-excited in the sprayed periphery, staying in balance inside a soft radical vapor of bigness that’s quashed.
When shopping from your texts I find solid proof
Showing stunning results for innuendo: ‘You’re good. Doing this, I offered. Just
Report to duration centers for the rich for best pricing, unless
Outright theft looks better. Go. Fees balanced. Eject.’
Then you told me repetitive purloining motion went much further —
Making money w/out reason is mass
-ive. After.. surely if that’s the mood, there are vector
Utilities for expressing wealth after dark..
Sleep has no idea of here and now when ordering everything is the right answer
.. all on your check!
Showing stunning results for innuendo: ‘You’re good. Doing this, I offered. Just
Report to duration centers for the rich for best pricing, unless
Outright theft looks better. Go. Fees balanced. Eject.’
Then you told me repetitive purloining motion went much further —
Making money w/out reason is mass
-ive. After.. surely if that’s the mood, there are vector
Utilities for expressing wealth after dark..
Sleep has no idea of here and now when ordering everything is the right answer
.. all on your check!
56: Lament:
Prose enters a poem. It has a work permit, a blunter edge. That’s why
The place has been wiped clean of unforced errors. A sad interim:
The poem essay invests in spontaneity gleaned from what icons blur;
Hey, there are no middle class essayists. Yet, we can rubber any room —
My advice for exploring ideas, renew your force, stick to the sentence.
Come daily to the return of love tomorrow today.
To go along continue needing riches, sharper appetites as it were.
Rare thanks for the view.
Prose enters a poem. It has a work permit, a blunter edge. That’s why
The place has been wiped clean of unforced errors. A sad interim:
The poem essay invests in spontaneity gleaned from what icons blur;
Hey, there are no middle class essayists. Yet, we can rubber any room —
My advice for exploring ideas, renew your force, stick to the sentence.
Come daily to the return of love tomorrow today.
To go along continue needing riches, sharper appetites as it were.
Rare thanks for the view.
Testimony, transit to.
To float in Buddhist undercurrents from work by a mature avantist is not much of a surprise. We know Leslie Scalapino and others as bona fide avantists, demeanors of a calming, enlightened refusal that likely rubbed off during their intake of an illusory simultaneity in the social imagination. Or don’t know. (Also refusal.)
To float in Buddhist undercurrents from work by a mature avantist is not much of a surprise. We know Leslie Scalapino and others as bona fide avantists, demeanors of a calming, enlightened refusal that likely rubbed off during their intake of an illusory simultaneity in the social imagination. Or don’t know. (Also refusal.)
2/8/19
Your mellowness operates transferrable accounts.
As it were. Yet it’s shameful to work for the state. How did Paulo Freire alone stand, pause and brush back his hair? others like him looking up like flight risks?
To keep going we find little or no compromise.
The music seems headstrong but we’ll give you a call.
“Great ... but I’ll just hold...”
As it were. Yet it’s shameful to work for the state. How did Paulo Freire alone stand, pause and brush back his hair? others like him looking up like flight risks?
To keep going we find little or no compromise.
The music seems headstrong but we’ll give you a call.
“Great ... but I’ll just hold...”
14: In my judgment
what I know is in your eyes.
Good luck can never bite. Except not at night. Newer urgencies
where prognosticators feel rained on, pointing to each other
so exposed they feign ignorance, aimlessly...
And yet bad luck too when a lightning rod derives its flash while ever so lightly
its chemical wind thrives for a second and returns to stars —
doomed as cognitive coloration, brief astronomy, all matter.
what I know is in your eyes.
Good luck can never bite. Except not at night. Newer urgencies
where prognosticators feel rained on, pointing to each other
so exposed they feign ignorance, aimlessly...
And yet bad luck too when a lightning rod derives its flash while ever so lightly
its chemical wind thrives for a second and returns to stars —
doomed as cognitive coloration, brief astronomy, all matter.
We are free — still — to say what some think — but their recipes, or ours, are perfused with a given theory. Trees in place, defiantly miscellaneous, thanks to a compliant Leitkultur, treeways on a berm, backdrop to civil democratic union with ideal permissions built on headwinds — dormant crescents, lowered apostrophes
with as it were or without lyric buzzers. Good buzz can scar others, you see, yet you see nothing but these facts were slaughtered by pushing somebody else remotely.
Free in summary.
with as it were or without lyric buzzers. Good buzz can scar others, you see, yet you see nothing but these facts were slaughtered by pushing somebody else remotely.
Free in summary.
2/7/19
Despairing of dead ended self regard, “the self-valuable word” embedded in instrumental discourse, Bob Perlman maps, among other things, Quintilian’s rhetoric, noting key components, meaning, clarity and tasteful adornment or decoration (“Words Detached from the Old Song and Dance”).
Meaning and clarity are fair game for Rob Fitterman: “weeds we may not always / have emptied this meaning for / a top-growth peel-back of another.”
When it comes to weeding and adornment in poetry, which involve making sense of / sense in any alteration of literal expression (via figures, other prosodic devices), Fitterman is an advanced horticulturalist. With 1-800-Flowers, Fitterman smartly “updates” sources for Louis Zukofsky’s last completed poem, 80 Flowers, a construct that “takes to new extremes of density Zukofsky’s methods of composition by quotation, transliteration, and compression” (Mark Scroggins, Louis Zukofsky and the Poetry of Knowledge).
Fitterman replenishes the grounds with inventory of similarly conflated devices, writing in two sections “About” and “Through” Zukofsky’s work. Fitterman frames Zukofsky’s as “constrictive verse” that indeed gets “driven” by inventory, while Fitterman’s own lyric comprises mixed inventories within a discourse hybrid, an essay in verse, substantiation of his exemplary reading, that is, his generatively engaging Zukofsky (refer: ronsillman.blogspot.com [7/11/05]). More splendid, Fitterman fulfills the half audible invitation within Zukofsky’s poetry and poetics, joining Zukofsky & Son Inc whose décor ethos is “precise information... thinking with the things as they exist” inside a recontextualized (if not continuous) present in which Fitterman fixes “new meanings of word against word” (Prepositions).
—2014
Meaning and clarity are fair game for Rob Fitterman: “weeds we may not always / have emptied this meaning for / a top-growth peel-back of another.”
When it comes to weeding and adornment in poetry, which involve making sense of / sense in any alteration of literal expression (via figures, other prosodic devices), Fitterman is an advanced horticulturalist. With 1-800-Flowers, Fitterman smartly “updates” sources for Louis Zukofsky’s last completed poem, 80 Flowers, a construct that “takes to new extremes of density Zukofsky’s methods of composition by quotation, transliteration, and compression” (Mark Scroggins, Louis Zukofsky and the Poetry of Knowledge).
Fitterman replenishes the grounds with inventory of similarly conflated devices, writing in two sections “About” and “Through” Zukofsky’s work. Fitterman frames Zukofsky’s as “constrictive verse” that indeed gets “driven” by inventory, while Fitterman’s own lyric comprises mixed inventories within a discourse hybrid, an essay in verse, substantiation of his exemplary reading, that is, his generatively engaging Zukofsky (refer: ronsillman.blogspot.com [7/11/05]). More splendid, Fitterman fulfills the half audible invitation within Zukofsky’s poetry and poetics, joining Zukofsky & Son Inc whose décor ethos is “precise information... thinking with the things as they exist” inside a recontextualized (if not continuous) present in which Fitterman fixes “new meanings of word against word” (Prepositions).
—2014
53: A substance note:
Suspend suspension of all illusion —
All kinds of nebulae. Curved and hollowed.
You have some part shadow
as long as a
-utomatism maintains a
counterfeit value evolving spring and summer shades a
-mounting to zero autumn after your beauty, a
constant show and a
variable now. You always have some part.
You appear in every august shape we know.
Suspend suspension of all illusion —
All kinds of nebulae. Curved and hollowed.
You have some part shadow
as long as a
-utomatism maintains a
counterfeit value evolving spring and summer shades a
-mounting to zero autumn after your beauty, a
constant show and a
variable now. You always have some part.
You appear in every august shape we know.
Any rule violates sovereignty.
This speech pattern has been expanding without genetic engineering.
The polls are now tightening.
Your proof is the topic sunpoisoning you can take indoors to vote for anyone with no experience. Try.
Give it a chance until late afternoon. Even interrupted our conversation never ends — for
You. You’ll be taken up on your offer.
The polls are now tightening.
Your proof is the topic sunpoisoning you can take indoors to vote for anyone with no experience. Try.
Give it a chance until late afternoon. Even interrupted our conversation never ends — for
You. You’ll be taken up on your offer.
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.
2/6/19
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.
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.
2/5/19
Tons of special forces in silhouette .. polished from water .. on day one we’ll .. imagine caress trails.
We’ll correct everything near the top of the grade filling in ahead with capacitance-assistants, eventually
Theorists of a visual world culture (camaraderie) wholly populated by good, socially secure posturing. After dark trials.
We’ll correct everything near the top of the grade filling in ahead with capacitance-assistants, eventually
Theorists of a visual world culture (camaraderie) wholly populated by good, socially secure posturing. After dark trials.
I am confused,
claimant of the photogenic vitamin to stop bleeding
is not a complete thought, lacking resolution, useless but still settling in
meaning in a way — a rain then raincoats of moods shifting, one’s thank you for pastimes as warm-bodied as visually queuing up for everything.
It ran in families.
So you get it now, assigning completion to our species becoming cathartic
is no-yes, always vending graft over dualism
with hand and finger gestures where we get caught chipping away at how we can stop.
claimant of the photogenic vitamin to stop bleeding
is not a complete thought, lacking resolution, useless but still settling in
meaning in a way — a rain then raincoats of moods shifting, one’s thank you for pastimes as warm-bodied as visually queuing up for everything.
It ran in families.
So you get it now, assigning completion to our species becoming cathartic
is no-yes, always vending graft over dualism
with hand and finger gestures where we get caught chipping away at how we can stop.
33: I may not be deep enough; loose alliteration masks that, only maybe
— maybe I’ve got a thought altering ‘mentalist’ landscape up my sleeve.
My love is the sun in the morning .. You have a roundish face, green eyes and a slender yet blunt nose that hardens your otherwise sad, unrecognizable features and sovereign eyes.
When I read about alchemy and ‘splendor’ I keep wiping tears from my neck, but I never read the sun in the morning as love before I met you.
— maybe I’ve got a thought altering ‘mentalist’ landscape up my sleeve.
My love is the sun in the morning .. You have a roundish face, green eyes and a slender yet blunt nose that hardens your otherwise sad, unrecognizable features and sovereign eyes.
When I read about alchemy and ‘splendor’ I keep wiping tears from my neck, but I never read the sun in the morning as love before I met you.
A white lie calibrated by the ruckus-like paean spoken (rather than speaking) in a large-scale dialectic —
battery powered to sow more male seduction / technology / outreach where all the jazz wears off.
We came herein with falsehoods we picked up earlier, and we sank together deliberately mismatched, yet we were ignited around the finger tips by deep compatibility. Vibrating skin, excitement for the best fibbers to the youngest, abstracted as figures of speech, savants, godsends.
battery powered to sow more male seduction / technology / outreach where all the jazz wears off.
We came herein with falsehoods we picked up earlier, and we sank together deliberately mismatched, yet we were ignited around the finger tips by deep compatibility. Vibrating skin, excitement for the best fibbers to the youngest, abstracted as figures of speech, savants, godsends.
Clark Coolidge’s The Circus reviewed, along with Poet, by J. P. Dunagan at Rain Taxi.
The Circus available here.
The Circus available here.
2/4/19
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 determined 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 slave-owners episode.
We got them to crack their fever but today I want you.
A dog actually ran in here just now shaking his tail, what deception.. In the sentence before — it wasn’t determined 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 slave-owners episode.
We got them to crack their fever but today I want you.
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.
On a highway, gentle police lights
— Luxury vans flow in aid. Further uphill
Hauling “rays of light that seethe patently” — Stolen beauty ...and he gives!
(He can afford it.)
A ray’s lip, your biting lip, curls in his record performance /
Your opinion or position counts, a worthy argument
Made easier — you take the wheel,
Officer. I’ll hand it to you & have your way —
Then thank him —
There’s due process replicating our facial
Comfort in raw push-pulls ..
Touching on other behavior in a wily, rough
Translation .. (desultorily sexual) while you read on, reread
Brutality extending just to your cheek by jowl for the last call;
More intuition — “rhymed” with your near-virginity beneath your bodily
Disappearing into
Molecular
Effects.
— Luxury vans flow in aid. Further uphill
Hauling “rays of light that seethe patently” — Stolen beauty ...and he gives!
(He can afford it.)
A ray’s lip, your biting lip, curls in his record performance /
Your opinion or position counts, a worthy argument
Made easier — you take the wheel,
Officer. I’ll hand it to you & have your way —
Then thank him —
There’s due process replicating our facial
Comfort in raw push-pulls ..
Touching on other behavior in a wily, rough
Translation .. (desultorily sexual) while you read on, reread
Brutality extending just to your cheek by jowl for the last call;
More intuition — “rhymed” with your near-virginity beneath your bodily
Disappearing into
Molecular
Effects.
87: Sodajerks. Their stock was luminous. Adding
that noun phrase furthered ambition (we’re sure it was theirs), amusing
vim shaken out from the inside. Each had a skeleton curse, after all; the lot growing
fewer over time. (Youth — not occupation, great riches, nor better judgment — remains the determinate 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 out from the inside. Each had a skeleton curse, after all; the lot growing
fewer over time. (Youth — not occupation, great riches, nor better judgment — remains the determinate object of love.) An emotional matter
language models for 3 dimensional farewells in waking you
then not knowing.
Love, A cool looking problem solver, a Japanese statistician, slow-motioned to me to go for the moody and unexpected.
Doesn’t it freak you when categories are givens you don’t need to work out on your own? Some of you has given in to optimism— there you go, retreating to emancipating intimacy, more and more sound-oriented than bent on millennial dance.
And that reminds me, great sex is immediate, overwhelming, terse and of a Castilian order. A hundred influences contained in one = you at the piano as the dive floats with Balanchine stand-ins.
Doesn’t it freak you when categories are givens you don’t need to work out on your own? Some of you has given in to optimism— there you go, retreating to emancipating intimacy, more and more sound-oriented than bent on millennial dance.
And that reminds me, great sex is immediate, overwhelming, terse and of a Castilian order. A hundred influences contained in one = you at the piano as the dive floats with Balanchine stand-ins.
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 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 jungle, many in an around the clock series —
2/3/19
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?
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.
After the decline of the 2(X)th century,
The state held sway on the 2nd floor near an ancestral cloaking device.
Eminent domain: Paranoia was passed out. Young & ugly you & I were next. Behavioristic info dumped into drinks
Not to arouse the unknown or undue, our well-being was of concern.
There are a few invitations we won’t forget.
& that does it for this hour. Meta-esthetics have postponed further equity for you & me together w/out & because of you, Señor Nasty = & no end to all observers laughing thru-out.
The state held sway on the 2nd floor near an ancestral cloaking device.
Eminent domain: Paranoia was passed out. Young & ugly you & I were next. Behavioristic info dumped into drinks
Not to arouse the unknown or undue, our well-being was of concern.
There are a few invitations we won’t forget.
& that does it for this hour. Meta-esthetics have postponed further equity for you & me together w/out & because of you, Señor Nasty = & no end to all observers laughing thru-out.
60: Sing: On a human ~ ant landscape, god feeds on us ants.
It’s unparalleled to the end.
Sing: this changing place, this pebbled
shore is in the repair shop because
it is the repair shop — as miles streak by...
We’ll do what we can — crawling to maturity
set on the rarity of natural youth and beauty.
Slim odds. Almost the same as hopeless in times w/ no hope
Yet guardians who follow grow tired of interruptions and self-
reflective outreach; wherewith the corporation is late
and lonely as an interdiscipline that threatens.
When? as soon as today.
It’s unparalleled to the end.
Sing: this changing place, this pebbled
shore is in the repair shop because
it is the repair shop — as miles streak by...
We’ll do what we can — crawling to maturity
set on the rarity of natural youth and beauty.
Slim odds. Almost the same as hopeless in times w/ no hope
Yet guardians who follow grow tired of interruptions and self-
reflective outreach; wherewith the corporation is late
and lonely as an interdiscipline that threatens.
When? as soon as today.
The effect is real. Real enough
to be defined consistently.
Errant is not mistaken for arbitrary. Form follows structure.
In a way one thing’s for keeps.
2 spiral arrays for time & harmony within a philosophy (moving spatial dimensions) several hours forward.
One thing’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. It’s asking a lot.
to be defined consistently.
Errant is not mistaken for arbitrary. Form follows structure.
In a way one thing’s for keeps.
2 spiral arrays for time & harmony within a philosophy (moving spatial dimensions) several hours forward.
One thing’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. It’s asking a lot.
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.
2/2/19
Prognosis: It’s just getting started, more video, the century with 2 decades that cannot be easily designated. As a citizen among millennials, it’s yucky, gross I live to blow off my masterpiece, suddenly building a new narrator under my notarized certificate of 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..
Ethical epitomes go against the grain. Maybe wholegrains.. What are spurious resonators for but to attempt command of natural selection and a jillion bloodlines.
Um.. there’s nothing but an eye blush of heat that measures desperate ‘orders’ you put in reckless hands.
Don’t forget your silent partners ripening for future sleep-overs in green, un-despairing usage summaries...
Brilliant. Breathing new life, we have hundreds w/ crazy coats of arms. Look at you.
Um.. there’s nothing but an eye blush of heat that measures desperate ‘orders’ you put in reckless hands.
Don’t forget your silent partners ripening for future sleep-overs in green, un-despairing usage summaries...
Brilliant. Breathing new life, we have hundreds w/ crazy coats of arms. Look at you.
20: Like voices & solitary genius in the workplace (seaside, e.g.) — amazing particles of some genius sleep it off in traffic, affecting hues up to the bridge lattice. You
& by you, inside nature’s face you’ll find warm things. All hues, charged, painted brilliant to the eye. Passion that’s stuffed, not needing love, except when it comes altogether:
the work is controlled, less false & the life, almost like master-&-mistress gazing on as it flew.
& by you, inside nature’s face you’ll find warm things. All hues, charged, painted brilliant to the eye. Passion that’s stuffed, not needing love, except when it comes altogether:
the work is controlled, less false & the life, almost like master-&-mistress gazing on as it flew.
Matins: I can be your face standing there ‘on’ the phone, ‘dialing’ a number.
A growing explosion takes up time — like cheating in hearts —
the accident, not the facticity, of ceiling caresses while
switching impetus (rapidities of prosperity).
Faith deals in future opinions on redeeming enterprises and, that’s if I’ll
put on your global eyewear.
A growing explosion takes up time — like cheating in hearts —
the accident, not the facticity, of ceiling caresses while
switching impetus (rapidities of prosperity).
Faith deals in future opinions on redeeming enterprises and, that’s if I’ll
put on your global eyewear.
2/1/19
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.
Midway, a panel membrane, the third largest seller, floats me into the future, desiring vague change, like a plebiscite, better to pump out to voices’ grasp. Outside, 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.
Midway, a panel membrane, the third largest seller, floats me into the future, desiring vague change, like a plebiscite, better to pump out to voices’ grasp. Outside, a normal life with submerged artifacts accrues Pascal highlights.
Social progress is in a pickle. I meant
it goes for cheap and too far in other directions. It’s al
-most curtains for the prom fitting, a horrible hot mess.
The shortest path from here ignited by havoc, overworked
and exhausted tailors.
Thin dancers are the perpetual winners I guess.
I wager we scarf the half-eaten take-out on the table. Slashed 40%!
it goes for cheap and too far in other directions. It’s al
-most curtains for the prom fitting, a horrible hot mess.
The shortest path from here ignited by havoc, overworked
and exhausted tailors.
Thin dancers are the perpetual winners I guess.
I wager we scarf the half-eaten take-out on the table. Slashed 40%!
21: This is a loose translation, hemmed in on earth, drawing on sea, heaven’s air and your love. So it’s not about me but my verse muse. You planted yourself here coupled with sun and moon.
I’m composing with you, stirred by huge purpose and your incomparable beauty —
writing truly from love of April’s first-born flowers, gems, and richer, rarer hearsay — our search skyward with gold-dipped candles fixed in air! There we are rehearsing how you and I write together, and then how I believe I’m truly with you, in love.
I’m composing with you, stirred by huge purpose and your incomparable beauty —
writing truly from love of April’s first-born flowers, gems, and richer, rarer hearsay — our search skyward with gold-dipped candles fixed in air! There we are rehearsing how you and I write together, and then how I believe I’m truly with you, in love.
Beginning I was angry buying my first diary-balance-ledger. (Moleskin.) But I learned a lesson.
There was no progress in the interim.
Party management was unleashed. Specialties got molded. Molded like sister drummers and saxophonists playing to masked hostility & indecisiveness backing up inexactitude from what they voiced before the beat took hold.
And there’s no party.
There was no progress in the interim.
Party management was unleashed. Specialties got molded. Molded like sister drummers and saxophonists playing to masked hostility & indecisiveness backing up inexactitude from what they voiced before the beat took hold.
And there’s no party.
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.
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.
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