With good optics petro and related interests can get serious. Bosons exhale thru rainy nightfall. I reason their surrogate likenesses (x) are more set and more recently struck down.
Razed. Rain’s over, prancing on the lawn, rain in light draining oil.
3/31/19
Where’s the doctorate for making up yarns to drive your lunatic ideas around
modulating what the self comprises .. a prime membership in tin futures.
That membership often renewable according to replicas. While ..
I’m neutral re: driving recklessly, in a sequences w/out quietus —
both types of daring and highway reconstruction for the semi fortunate.
They say med school if you ever go is mostly laid out, o minion. And it’s smart
of you. That means you partake in indecision part way (cool, yet cruel).
modulating what the self comprises .. a prime membership in tin futures.
That membership often renewable according to replicas. While ..
I’m neutral re: driving recklessly, in a sequences w/out quietus —
both types of daring and highway reconstruction for the semi fortunate.
They say med school if you ever go is mostly laid out, o minion. And it’s smart
of you. That means you partake in indecision part way (cool, yet cruel).
What documents do I need?
I still write poetry. Yet I have no regrets.
I subsist in attrition finding and picking up purviews —
One new standard
remains the first floor is the planet.
Th e enigmatic under one rule are eaten alive by song layouts;
that’s the power of verse syllogisms over life...
The elevated prose idea of August
helps us get through life wellness rooms
circulating a moratorium on terror —
so help yourself — thru July.
I still write poetry. Yet I have no regrets.
I subsist in attrition finding and picking up purviews —
One new standard
remains the first floor is the planet.
Th e enigmatic under one rule are eaten alive by song layouts;
that’s the power of verse syllogisms over life...
The elevated prose idea of August
helps us get through life wellness rooms
circulating a moratorium on terror —
so help yourself — thru July.
Provincetown: Veined staff encourage sampling
as Lt Benji takes fingerprints, a full-time hobby
for Meister cabin boy in charge, over 30.
No evidence yet (or ever). The night is young.
*
Driving east then north delivers good news, stateliness already had its faint say. Now we can text and drive over time and zeta functions falling in hedgerows across 6a like a new highway divider along an infinite axis.
as Lt Benji takes fingerprints, a full-time hobby
for Meister cabin boy in charge, over 30.
No evidence yet (or ever). The night is young.
*
Driving east then north delivers good news, stateliness already had its faint say. Now we can text and drive over time and zeta functions falling in hedgerows across 6a like a new highway divider along an infinite axis.
126: Don’t talk with your mouth full, growing boy. Process self-disrupts into phrases and withering substitutes, fickle process components and the stiff, gnomic atmospheres to bring accoutrement to terms, wanting, yes, waning to grow! Hold on, hold your lovers for minutes in pleasure, or more! And go on, keep to your purpose, even in power, lovelier.
3/30/19
Not hurried but pacing each step, I cross the hall with the heat transfer ....
We DOLLY into a MEDIUM soft shapeless mass of subjects and no distance. No, forget it, that’s too risky. Not quite mathematical.
Scary Movie is supposed to guide you to truth like any date flick. A private-public bond like Atchison and Topeka.
“My regrets.” Switching phones, I look up to the Great Plains waiting to show me somewhere. Thinking is enormous but I practice until my location splits other but not all places in the multiverse.
I’m sick of inevitable things.
We DOLLY into a MEDIUM soft shapeless mass of subjects and no distance. No, forget it, that’s too risky. Not quite mathematical.
Scary Movie is supposed to guide you to truth like any date flick. A private-public bond like Atchison and Topeka.
“My regrets.” Switching phones, I look up to the Great Plains waiting to show me somewhere. Thinking is enormous but I practice until my location splits other but not all places in the multiverse.
I’m sick of inevitable things.
— Let’s be fair, a song of gossip v a notional prosodics partnership is a fluke enjoining boosters of inequity.
Runic, compared to verse now.
It just snowballed until all frontiers on Earth were taken under one rule.
Our slogan could be restated: Bodies of formulae destroy poetry until only style prevails.
(Yay..)
Runic, compared to verse now.
It just snowballed until all frontiers on Earth were taken under one rule.
Our slogan could be restated: Bodies of formulae destroy poetry until only style prevails.
(Yay..)
You and I reach media within erotic catalysts where touch management is unleashed. But the scenery is suddenly beyond modern representation while the crew calms down. There’s a dual nature to anonymity that makes clinical insight disappear, a bright pulling apart at the G-2 summitry of escape.
What’s semiology? (I don’t remember whose or how, unless we un-gnarl affects to figure it out?)
What’s semiology? (I don’t remember whose or how, unless we un-gnarl affects to figure it out?)
128: How often the ear stands tacit partner confounded with sweet concord. To be in concord .. I know jacks about this ..
To be in concord, how often envy falls off, as tho entr’acte — wiry but fluid motions for a loving dance to harvest and saucy change:
Blushing to be tickled I kiss the tender inner of your hand that sways in and out,
Either side of my lips, poor lips, more than nimble, blessed, tickled! so happy for your fingers and your lips to kiss.
To be in concord, how often envy falls off, as tho entr’acte — wiry but fluid motions for a loving dance to harvest and saucy change:
Blushing to be tickled I kiss the tender inner of your hand that sways in and out,
Either side of my lips, poor lips, more than nimble, blessed, tickled! so happy for your fingers and your lips to kiss.
I practice English. I only pay for what I need. With regard to equity and its ovoid, stasis, in the compulsive battle over separating compulsion from externalizing desire..
Through the door on top of which words.. ?
My alter ego comes home from finishing school. She’s wearing khakis and a red T-shirt and my new backpack stuffed with graphs. She wants more than a group-regulated ethos for the manufacture of comedy and verse. But, little one, auteur-ship is a social construct.
Reverberant, lapidary Stormy stepped into another room. “I’m not going anywhere void of menace.”
Through the door on top of which words.. ?
My alter ego comes home from finishing school. She’s wearing khakis and a red T-shirt and my new backpack stuffed with graphs. She wants more than a group-regulated ethos for the manufacture of comedy and verse. But, little one, auteur-ship is a social construct.
Reverberant, lapidary Stormy stepped into another room. “I’m not going anywhere void of menace.”
I’ve been on a nihilism binge; this is while I’m doing only one thing at one time on a crazed errand-stream to a structuralist’s degree.
I won’t cry when it becomes everything without a message.
I’ll trade you all the noise in my hands, still shaking — scared of leaving you among the spoils..
There’s a tradeoff, my trade. In the din hostility shuts the door 24/7 on indisputable birdsong. It’s a good thing for stopping messengers’ tears as the door from nihilism leads to the rescue of children and all it contains, all I could have told you.
I won’t cry when it becomes everything without a message.
I’ll trade you all the noise in my hands, still shaking — scared of leaving you among the spoils..
There’s a tradeoff, my trade. In the din hostility shuts the door 24/7 on indisputable birdsong. It’s a good thing for stopping messengers’ tears as the door from nihilism leads to the rescue of children and all it contains, all I could have told you.
3/29/19
Politics & dignity of appearances don’t mix. How can it be otherwise? Insects bring the flowers. Financial & party pacs are just kidding. Nothing personal. Trump is the sustained concussion version of civic processes recoiling thru chaos... I also give a lily for what’s not available at all, a cabin in the launch for recondite sentiments, whinnying for pleasure. Or I cry when any prospect of this ebbs.
Government is the emblem of the economy apparently at work. Mechanized matters of conceptualizing appearance. I credit everything from these nonobjective emblems without a message. For me.
Government is the emblem of the economy apparently at work. Mechanized matters of conceptualizing appearance. I credit everything from these nonobjective emblems without a message. For me.
Were John Donne awake, he writes: We have to know more about the nose and its choice utility in poetry. Old question, Among human organs, does the nose intuit (hold) more lyric than the eye, know more than the throat, or even our ears? The nose makes mid-alphabet English pronounceable — M and/orN. And if the nose makes it pronounceable, it’s hummable, too, and that could just be the sloping tip of the nose’s lyric purpose! Hard to hum what the heart may be ‘saying’ — we can’t tell without sizing up other body functions, humming throughout the nose.
Erasing the storied narrative,
Baseline coherence that were normal, believable
Then this
Waking up, hay-feverish, stuffed-up credibility
Standing far off across
Yours, just considering you
In the era or epoch of fake announcements..
That’s what I would be making — if I were to talk to you
Just a sec so that waking cuts and runs
To keep from you forever
Nothing, seen forever!
Baseline coherence that were normal, believable
Then this
Waking up, hay-feverish, stuffed-up credibility
Standing far off across
Yours, just considering you
In the era or epoch of fake announcements..
That’s what I would be making — if I were to talk to you
Just a sec so that waking cuts and runs
To keep from you forever
Nothing, seen forever!
Accelerating destruction in the Amazon, a chunk the size of Rhode Island burns down each year. This buckaroo practice results in rich farmland that’s productive for about five years. After that, the soil turns into dust and sand.
Carports for the farmers, then, are an interim step. Dust when it rains becomes haze and steam the color of moist bubble-like illusion.
Carports for the farmers, then, are an interim step. Dust when it rains becomes haze and steam the color of moist bubble-like illusion.
Sonnet 7:
Outgoing at noon, attending on what? I’m not going out. I’m mouthing off about getting on with or without you. Just look how my sight’s scripted by high pitched infantile alienation, falling over you. Again. It’s not too late! New optimism apparently pays serving your burning head. Another way we’re both blackmailed over there is nothing low, nothing sacred.
Outgoing at noon, attending on what? I’m not going out. I’m mouthing off about getting on with or without you. Just look how my sight’s scripted by high pitched infantile alienation, falling over you. Again. It’s not too late! New optimism apparently pays serving your burning head. Another way we’re both blackmailed over there is nothing low, nothing sacred.
Cocktails, 4:00 pm.
Dissonance born of necessity, one dialog reflects gritty, highly-trafficked back alleys of jinx, beaming seduction and violence.
Are you in good enough shape for precision?
One is a little off, ok — speaking the usual way subverts expectations.
A stencil of our new dialog enflames others
As each thought extols paying homage to paying homage, finding a subject.
Dissonance born of necessity, one dialog reflects gritty, highly-trafficked back alleys of jinx, beaming seduction and violence.
Are you in good enough shape for precision?
One is a little off, ok — speaking the usual way subverts expectations.
A stencil of our new dialog enflames others
As each thought extols paying homage to paying homage, finding a subject.
3/28/19
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, I recall, 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, I recall, against the jittery ‘human grain’ inside my fasting body.
Cocktails, 4:00 pm.
Dissonance born of necessity, one dialog reflecting gritty, highly-trafficked back alleys of jinx, beaming seduction and violence.
Are you healthy enough for this perfection?
One is a little off, ok — speaking the usual way subverts expectations.
A stencil of our dialog frames many others
As a thought extols paying homage to paying homage, finding its subject.
Dissonance born of necessity, one dialog reflecting gritty, highly-trafficked back alleys of jinx, beaming seduction and violence.
Are you healthy enough for this perfection?
One is a little off, ok — speaking the usual way subverts expectations.
A stencil of our dialog frames many others
As a thought extols paying homage to paying homage, finding its subject.
I might have lived happily in another state
Standing in neoplatonic darkness. A white bike
To follow a path out /
Inky smoke releasing a genocide of screens, like
Thought beginning in waves easily agitated, reproached, disappeared
In drumming opinions and worst practices —
So rejecting dogma goes off the board.
A white bike, please.
Standing in neoplatonic darkness. A white bike
To follow a path out /
Inky smoke releasing a genocide of screens, like
Thought beginning in waves easily agitated, reproached, disappeared
In drumming opinions and worst practices —
So rejecting dogma goes off the board.
A white bike, please.
In alchemy, I’m told, you wear wet marks under your shirt — there you go — sent,
Slotted for long scream divisions raising heads.
Lines of argument stampede out bourn in heartbeats .. bright debate
Drawing boundaries along dark areas of science-y propaganda. And ..
.. owing to your interest, this won’t designate accession.
Only agreement, one of many as noted by spreading optimism, the plan.
Slotted for long scream divisions raising heads.
Lines of argument stampede out bourn in heartbeats .. bright debate
Drawing boundaries along dark areas of science-y propaganda. And ..
.. owing to your interest, this won’t designate accession.
Only agreement, one of many as noted by spreading optimism, the plan.
115: Devouring you and reckoning, I love you best. A certain aspect of my fiction holds. (I could not love you more in the course of altering things.) I have no clear incentive to divert strong minds,
mindless myself of taking chances, since I’ve already changed through fierce blunt talk — Too much and too often I’ve raised a toast to loving you dearer and the certain madness of it, as my judgment’s grown uncertain over the course of millions of accidents. Doubting the rest (afterward how angry rewrite gets), beauty tanned by time makes you (and me) enflamed for a pale-faced poet with lines that I had writ.
mindless myself of taking chances, since I’ve already changed through fierce blunt talk — Too much and too often I’ve raised a toast to loving you dearer and the certain madness of it, as my judgment’s grown uncertain over the course of millions of accidents. Doubting the rest (afterward how angry rewrite gets), beauty tanned by time makes you (and me) enflamed for a pale-faced poet with lines that I had writ.
Outside, I’m late,
Impetuous, costive, unflappably happy, brusque.
I floated here; my toys are asleep. I voted for change.
Injecting their blood was redundant and crazy but I won’t go off schedule.
Time now to stir toy racks with a respondent gavel. Then back to the bench.
Judgment, a big puzzlement for suspects in natural selection.
Only the jury rises.
Impetuous, costive, unflappably happy, brusque.
I floated here; my toys are asleep. I voted for change.
Injecting their blood was redundant and crazy but I won’t go off schedule.
Time now to stir toy racks with a respondent gavel. Then back to the bench.
Judgment, a big puzzlement for suspects in natural selection.
Only the jury rises.
3/27/19
Nasal voices wake you up.
pulsing in a deep mirror,
light rain performing heavy Norman orator.
(Ethical and mammalian boundaries pertain.)
— I don’t want fun or get to dress you, deal.
I’m ultra-excited to seem enthused ..
.. I’m on their side in the I-Be area
mincing a response one thinks on the way to ..
tilting your head with no untoward parts, transfixed silhouette,
— the Demon Puff in plumage / dealing language.
pulsing in a deep mirror,
light rain performing heavy Norman orator.
(Ethical and mammalian boundaries pertain.)
— I don’t want fun or get to dress you, deal.
I’m ultra-excited to seem enthused ..
.. I’m on their side in the I-Be area
mincing a response one thinks on the way to ..
tilting your head with no untoward parts, transfixed silhouette,
— the Demon Puff in plumage / dealing language.
Weight loss by design. Classification = evolutionary collisions =
Their work multiplied by adapted preferences in a prejudicial vapor.
You think transparent rhetoric all-purpose, all calm, never resolved,
Because you’re only one sailor, one swab
In a climate of drumming opinions and best practices.
Your bacchanalia talked up while slotted in —
Sailor tattooed with an addiction to flapping ankles — swab
Reigning over Proustian project boards, cost curves, sailor.
Their work multiplied by adapted preferences in a prejudicial vapor.
You think transparent rhetoric all-purpose, all calm, never resolved,
Because you’re only one sailor, one swab
In a climate of drumming opinions and best practices.
Your bacchanalia talked up while slotted in —
Sailor tattooed with an addiction to flapping ankles — swab
Reigning over Proustian project boards, cost curves, sailor.
Full expression is expected yet ruinous ahead of patterned, glimmering haze surrounding the powerful, dating them; you know, that level of glamorous self regard goes high. It’s impossible to remember most of what they say. If all we do is seduce and denote conquests, we lose. We lose austere joys, cloud dogma, sculpture perpetrated out of wire in scentless comfort, winter’s ongoing progress. Scentless discomfort, too.
67: Smarts don’t matter. You had a wealth of smarts. Advantage achieved?
I’m laying myself off. Shall I? (Not that I’m smart.) I’m imitating an exchequer, an evolutionist of avarice — loose ends everywhere giving wind upright advantage and an inflection point — long since moot — wherefore roses of shadow seem false, laced to society. For this is where wind and other loosenesses keep their youth only on the gain side, impious beauty and true presence forward.
And that goes for the lively sun shining with its indirect blush-to-blood on the street, bankrupting grownups.
I’m laying myself off. Shall I? (Not that I’m smart.) I’m imitating an exchequer, an evolutionist of avarice — loose ends everywhere giving wind upright advantage and an inflection point — long since moot — wherefore roses of shadow seem false, laced to society. For this is where wind and other loosenesses keep their youth only on the gain side, impious beauty and true presence forward.
And that goes for the lively sun shining with its indirect blush-to-blood on the street, bankrupting grownups.
Future solarization = zealotry = teen manners.
Down, one-eyed birds. I may have to leave you guys.
Thin in Henleys you and I got dragged to the ceremony, moist, asleep.
My own appearance leaves me acknowledging you,
your forbears, quickening what we expect from
fallen heroes in the i.d. diagram.. cheers for inviting us, as well as all differential
probabilities. Very differential... and very well, improvisations solve for paradox
— a more refined backdrop in so circular an ambiguity of scale.
Down, one-eyed birds. I may have to leave you guys.
Thin in Henleys you and I got dragged to the ceremony, moist, asleep.
My own appearance leaves me acknowledging you,
your forbears, quickening what we expect from
fallen heroes in the i.d. diagram.. cheers for inviting us, as well as all differential
probabilities. Very differential... and very well, improvisations solve for paradox
— a more refined backdrop in so circular an ambiguity of scale.
3/26/19
I’d be lying if I said you and I had no adolescent fantasies.
Tossing water balloons across the typing pool ..
there is none now.
For you, learning about how to learn is important — playskills you need when you buckle under sportswriting. Yes, fan, you sick typist-inside.
You and I are followers, waking in hazy brightness and .. apologies for blunt geometric scrims..
Wait — I get wind in the space of a game day .. followers like us can be transformed! views down hallways into stairs cut apart and fronted with a song of our choosing and making.
One apiece.
Tossing water balloons across the typing pool ..
there is none now.
For you, learning about how to learn is important — playskills you need when you buckle under sportswriting. Yes, fan, you sick typist-inside.
You and I are followers, waking in hazy brightness and .. apologies for blunt geometric scrims..
Wait — I get wind in the space of a game day .. followers like us can be transformed! views down hallways into stairs cut apart and fronted with a song of our choosing and making.
One apiece.
Beginning to get the picture. Your flash is on this surface.
You taste of star anise ‘launching’ the latest OS in fertility: you wiggle like a borzoi
also w/ backsliding wipe-outs & their aftermath:
trash-flashes we tautologize into cattle calls of harmful purity.
At least our calls are in the area...
‘holding each other open’ ordaining our interpretive devices to
bleep up to the top.
There may be other areas, too.
You taste of star anise ‘launching’ the latest OS in fertility: you wiggle like a borzoi
also w/ backsliding wipe-outs & their aftermath:
trash-flashes we tautologize into cattle calls of harmful purity.
At least our calls are in the area...
‘holding each other open’ ordaining our interpretive devices to
bleep up to the top.
There may be other areas, too.
80: ...cross-pollination of English and psychology wracks up a revitalizing soundless deep. I’ll assume you suspect I faint when I write this. Empiricists use the shallowest fare and map it into the literature. When I write of you, I’m in worthless sympathy, humbled, worst, tongue tied while I try a couple of poses — ha — there are great, pure benefits spent by proud, broad-minded sailors afloat, grasping for governance, ocean wide! Wouldn’t you know they’re in an infinite series within the history of fame and gossip. (Or from another angle they are a series of the goodly proud, wracked by history.) You who.
Post-cogency, you still doing that? That’s what’s oblong about sadness,
the real overhead. Lost time, money. A sky of ice cubes for what party in sleep? I’ll take sherry Pepsi. And just the sardines.
The cat owner in me is unknown to me,
permeates me. Consequences...
Lost time is sawed off and knowing better.
the real overhead. Lost time, money. A sky of ice cubes for what party in sleep? I’ll take sherry Pepsi. And just the sardines.
The cat owner in me is unknown to me,
permeates me. Consequences...
Lost time is sawed off and knowing better.
Full version.
Holy explative!
Sorry. Your language is procedural.. lengthening its insipid menace.
Accommodations are key. That’s why we signed the contract
hammering out so much history & sensory awareness.
It’s said starting to speak of you is written better where it’s taught.
I have more prominent rooms for you.
(Our addendum is in the mouth.)
Holy explative!
Sorry. Your language is procedural.. lengthening its insipid menace.
Accommodations are key. That’s why we signed the contract
hammering out so much history & sensory awareness.
It’s said starting to speak of you is written better where it’s taught.
I have more prominent rooms for you.
(Our addendum is in the mouth.)
3/25/19
Conditions look rigged, shut down — like wanting you (I do) —
For pickerel eggs eat each other
Not out of calculation, it began with barcode
Moms defending their young
While floating on new dimensional bedding
But can’t sleep. (Picture peach cones & rods of violet.)
Sliders remain, still the eggs’ plans change. Like taking some time off
Flying the squarest airlines.
For pickerel eggs eat each other
Not out of calculation, it began with barcode
Moms defending their young
While floating on new dimensional bedding
But can’t sleep. (Picture peach cones & rods of violet.)
Sliders remain, still the eggs’ plans change. Like taking some time off
Flying the squarest airlines.
I’m new to this housewarming.
That’s why we have two arrays for time & harmony.
Can waving personal evolution like a ‘crown’ of contradictions
supersede nature,
a piece of research asks: Why open
not quite a theory? it’s string conjecture.
Intimation, insinuation, innuendo.
Then it became something I ate.
That’s why we have two arrays for time & harmony.
Can waving personal evolution like a ‘crown’ of contradictions
supersede nature,
a piece of research asks: Why open
not quite a theory? it’s string conjecture.
Intimation, insinuation, innuendo.
Then it became something I ate.
Big things. Down interiors. And nice platonics. The he /
she and schema proliferating a fabulist dodge
between acts of spinning themes, code hier-
archies, text over image, or is it on empty?
*
Bigger things. Metal aphor and life changing commerce, unnatural cities unknown but opening soon.
Sugar Dust (you in a Bernini head replant) brings on the knowledge effect where cloud equivalents prosper on a narrow isthmus where seasons float in willpower. I never understood insinuation. I never misunderstood it, either, a pulverizing divide teasing my attitude into admonitory tableaux sponged with your — why our species carries on — your eyes...
she and schema proliferating a fabulist dodge
between acts of spinning themes, code hier-
archies, text over image, or is it on empty?
*
Bigger things. Metal aphor and life changing commerce, unnatural cities unknown but opening soon.
Sugar Dust (you in a Bernini head replant) brings on the knowledge effect where cloud equivalents prosper on a narrow isthmus where seasons float in willpower. I never understood insinuation. I never misunderstood it, either, a pulverizing divide teasing my attitude into admonitory tableaux sponged with your — why our species carries on — your eyes...
Bigger things. Metal aphor and life changing commerce, unnatural cities unknown but opening soon.
Sugar Dust (you in a Bernini head replant) brings on the knowledge effect where cloud equivalents prosper on a narrow isthmus where seasons float in willpower. I never understood insinuation. I never misunderstood it, either, a pulverizing divide teasing my attitude into admonitory tableaux sponged with your — why our species carries on — your eyes...
Sugar Dust (you in a Bernini head replant) brings on the knowledge effect where cloud equivalents prosper on a narrow isthmus where seasons float in willpower. I never understood insinuation. I never misunderstood it, either, a pulverizing divide teasing my attitude into admonitory tableaux sponged with your — why our species carries on — your eyes...
Not dying is not not wanting to die, a unique semantic potential assigned an inventory.
There’s señor that needs you. He has no interest in poetry... I wonder if that’s true — His thoughts knitted like mica pile ups, shouts ricocheting through a voicetrack from the underbrush holding our breath, bounced, kicked and gloved by catalysts.
There’s señor that needs you. He has no interest in poetry... I wonder if that’s true — His thoughts knitted like mica pile ups, shouts ricocheting through a voicetrack from the underbrush holding our breath, bounced, kicked and gloved by catalysts.
101: It gave me hiccups when our best senses cooled down — praising silence long truant, still overdue. Beauty needs no pencil.
Both our senses I reference, truth and beauty, in primary season.
And I’m back intermixing, fixing and lifting text, you in the foreground with answered memories. (“Make answer, Muse..” take everything.. need nothing.)
We grabbed the narrator (we couldn’t rule him out), staying blithe in the twin column.
Both our senses I reference, truth and beauty, in primary season.
And I’m back intermixing, fixing and lifting text, you in the foreground with answered memories. (“Make answer, Muse..” take everything.. need nothing.)
We grabbed the narrator (we couldn’t rule him out), staying blithe in the twin column.
Failures in love fell behind, heinous, antique, never in 2 places enough needing permission, shuttered, untainted & bleak, drear, just dumb.
Translations: ‘explanations of fossils’ = live serious & young.
‘Articles have been written on the topic of’ = long-lived, still this croaks;
‘snow falling backwards’ = ack! s’up(?) / course ahead;
‘the world of secrets is its own’ = pattern to succeeding circumstance.
Translations: ‘explanations of fossils’ = live serious & young.
‘Articles have been written on the topic of’ = long-lived, still this croaks;
‘snow falling backwards’ = ack! s’up(?) / course ahead;
‘the world of secrets is its own’ = pattern to succeeding circumstance.
Give up leverage in a more collaborative framework.
Sure, I’ll leverage our last minute or two, let’s say I’m deeply missing you.
There you go! but how long have we planted post mortems without precursors, without conventional frames for gender balance? without knowhow not to reterminate?
Maybe it’s a mistake, collaborating on curious travel so close to the fault line... I grant you that;
Like all of the above and people going in and out of Odd Fellows buildings, navigating stairs, you’re one hundred percent normal running up debt to keep devotees heartbroken.
Adoring you is my fault! and my moral politics! any leverage follows orders.
Sure, I’ll leverage our last minute or two, let’s say I’m deeply missing you.
There you go! but how long have we planted post mortems without precursors, without conventional frames for gender balance? without knowhow not to reterminate?
Maybe it’s a mistake, collaborating on curious travel so close to the fault line... I grant you that;
Like all of the above and people going in and out of Odd Fellows buildings, navigating stairs, you’re one hundred percent normal running up debt to keep devotees heartbroken.
Adoring you is my fault! and my moral politics! any leverage follows orders.
Libido and new ways to be policed are on a vain man’s brain (one with any pulse); the 1st few words take on destabilizing character. I’m trying to clean this [snip] to leave enough ‘intent’ to keep me happy after I’m finished he’s finished. This is an exemplary yet limited procedure, so I’m framing it fun work, restructure creating more choppy patterns to abandon ...
3/24/19
Let’s now prescribe an observance of justice
for each game, for any obvious bravery.
Let’s is an imperative like make a muscle when referring to someone at hand.
Sources of bravado were not sad. Separation from sources is.
A magnificent evening can be given to loose, persistent thought.
This one or any separation we call the blues, shyness,
meaning frame and ligaments hold feeling in, no source.
Feeling is not sad. One votes sadly.
for each game, for any obvious bravery.
Let’s is an imperative like make a muscle when referring to someone at hand.
Sources of bravado were not sad. Separation from sources is.
A magnificent evening can be given to loose, persistent thought.
This one or any separation we call the blues, shyness,
meaning frame and ligaments hold feeling in, no source.
Feeling is not sad. One votes sadly.
Painting formalism.
1) Bad philosophy pulls you into art markets like painting, you along with lab wonks, emphatic cat stranglers, lesser rogues. Screwball robots, all interpreting the same aesthetics of action hulks who stand as proxies for casino archetypes.
2) A bad market estimate demands constructivist concepts like twine notebooks — a photo show projection over notebook sketches in twine, high and low brow volumes scanned by market members and their flamboyant offspring.
3) Ask if show attendees are “happy,” knowing there is no way to measure stagey inculcation.
1) Bad philosophy pulls you into art markets like painting, you along with lab wonks, emphatic cat stranglers, lesser rogues. Screwball robots, all interpreting the same aesthetics of action hulks who stand as proxies for casino archetypes.
2) A bad market estimate demands constructivist concepts like twine notebooks — a photo show projection over notebook sketches in twine, high and low brow volumes scanned by market members and their flamboyant offspring.
3) Ask if show attendees are “happy,” knowing there is no way to measure stagey inculcation.
Full version.
Holy expletive!
Sorry. Your language is procedural.. lengthening its insipid menace.
Accommodations are key. That’s why we signed the contract
hammering out so much history & sensory awareness.
It’s said starting to speak of you is written better where it’s taught.
I have more prominent reassignments for you.
Here is the place you
and I may detect the language driver, untidy and young, loath
despite the foundational rule of no rule
And speaking up without permission.
In the mentalist version we grow inner living language over — to pillory hindsight.
Holy expletive!
Sorry. Your language is procedural.. lengthening its insipid menace.
Accommodations are key. That’s why we signed the contract
hammering out so much history & sensory awareness.
It’s said starting to speak of you is written better where it’s taught.
I have more prominent reassignments for you.
Here is the place you
and I may detect the language driver, untidy and young, loath
despite the foundational rule of no rule
And speaking up without permission.
In the mentalist version we grow inner living language over — to pillory hindsight.
Taking flak, but always willing to signal far, this gong or that, constituting neither hindsight advantage nor a flying object in time — a rubberneck develops one’s own humanism.
Here I’ll grab one’s own cover and scramble over here to math skills, since my brain runs on my partner’s satisfaction as we grouse
Doubling in moral value, our sketch begins.
Here I’ll grab one’s own cover and scramble over here to math skills, since my brain runs on my partner’s satisfaction as we grouse
Doubling in moral value, our sketch begins.
96: This is weird. A focus group from the groom’s side picked us both, agreeing
w/ newer media featuring youth candidates, lower right, with your lips moving
up and down, sport documentation, more or less:
The groom was in the vicinity of being led away...
Here’s the stumper.
Whatever base or ism, the urge to love is put down to error and wanton anthropology.
We open our front door and see what the state’s strength translates to. The shortest path ignited by havoc, honest and exhausted gazers. Geezers. From it’s-not-the-same-now all the way to a nanoscience of celebrating honest betrayal. Sort of addictive.
And anthropology won.
The groom was in the vicinity of being led away...
Here’s the stumper.
Whatever base or ism, the urge to love is put down to error and wanton anthropology.
We open our front door and see what the state’s strength translates to. The shortest path ignited by havoc, honest and exhausted gazers. Geezers. From it’s-not-the-same-now all the way to a nanoscience of celebrating honest betrayal. Sort of addictive.
And anthropology won.
Sundial-changing give-and-take contests a thousand bees stinging our feet
— after we improvised the text and handed it in. The theory here,
pleasure is to ethics as Spode is to gastronomy
while across the terrain a recurring nightmare, film tunnels’re lifting wax paper (in wind) when the water is abusive — yet all ends adaptively.
The strategy is
like any landscape, wait for mistakes (1) and (2) pounce.
— after we improvised the text and handed it in. The theory here,
pleasure is to ethics as Spode is to gastronomy
while across the terrain a recurring nightmare, film tunnels’re lifting wax paper (in wind) when the water is abusive — yet all ends adaptively.
The strategy is
like any landscape, wait for mistakes (1) and (2) pounce.
3/23/19
On mortality,
I’m a big baby. That’s b for clarified as black-and gold pelage, married and vulnerable, exploring reiterations of my own duality.
I’m alive feeling the swansdown of DNA. Soon I’ll be comically dead — that’s married to a triplicate database — sinking into forest behavior, giving up meat, fish, emotionally shot .. devoted to seamless disproportionality.
I’m a big baby. That’s b for clarified as black-and gold pelage, married and vulnerable, exploring reiterations of my own duality.
I’m alive feeling the swansdown of DNA. Soon I’ll be comically dead — that’s married to a triplicate database — sinking into forest behavior, giving up meat, fish, emotionally shot .. devoted to seamless disproportionality.
It’s about time for the moody and unexpected.
We mosey back to right about where we want clarity over motives.
We’re in no hurry.
Snow and sun? We’re expecting something.
Ice or melt go missing but not lost.
The reader note went on, One afternoon while relaxing one poured over a confusional book. It reads we are at the dawn of epistemology raising consciousness we can’t get from career studies alone. It continued, the mood wobbles. It does. It vibrates. But nothing’s lost that’s unexpected. It’s about time.
We mosey back to right about where we want clarity over motives.
We’re in no hurry.
Snow and sun? We’re expecting something.
Ice or melt go missing but not lost.
The reader note went on, One afternoon while relaxing one poured over a confusional book. It reads we are at the dawn of epistemology raising consciousness we can’t get from career studies alone. It continued, the mood wobbles. It does. It vibrates. But nothing’s lost that’s unexpected. It’s about time.
Time runs out. Taxonomies
still unexplained as weather permits. Black
ops at certain altitudes, these are the hot facts; I’ve
or we feared the threatened anti-humanists w/ covert specialties
at the tip — just the tip;
I also squandered ellipses that add up
to my mostly forgetting I stood here with nothing to give
back.
still unexplained as weather permits. Black
ops at certain altitudes, these are the hot facts; I’ve
or we feared the threatened anti-humanists w/ covert specialties
at the tip — just the tip;
I also squandered ellipses that add up
to my mostly forgetting I stood here with nothing to give
back.
113: Since I left you, my eye
catches you in my mind in viewing creatures, the governor e.g.
— the gentlest doves — mountains.
Untrue, yet replete with you, my mind’s eye sees you day and night.
Untrue but less so.
My point is awfully slight — incapable of more, out and about, unkind ~
~ For leaving you makes me blind and rude ~
Yet even dove- or sea-crow-forms pay you homage, shaped to your features.
Other men have in mind to impart your functions,
I notice — still they deliver no part of you, your eyes, your true mind.
catches you in my mind in viewing creatures, the governor e.g.
— the gentlest doves — mountains.
Untrue, yet replete with you, my mind’s eye sees you day and night.
Untrue but less so.
My point is awfully slight — incapable of more, out and about, unkind ~
~ For leaving you makes me blind and rude ~
Yet even dove- or sea-crow-forms pay you homage, shaped to your features.
Other men have in mind to impart your functions,
I notice — still they deliver no part of you, your eyes, your true mind.
Error is a norm of understanding.
Then again — I’m hooked on figurative exposition. Maybe I’m inspired by your stockpile of halo-ed vowel-movers — long-sought cornflowers strike a paramount for this, the rockiest of calculations, burlesques of pastiche — to show off before self-effacing, tall, slim complexities and transgressive contradictions of metabolic ambition. It’s because I say so
Tomorrow will mete out facts to impel more comfortable indeterminacy — for now anxious telepaths, minus me, rush nimbus-wet in devotion to their next decimal of the property. This might be why we’ll read over the presentation, juggle a few heads
and let you know when. Tomorrow.
Then again — I’m hooked on figurative exposition. Maybe I’m inspired by your stockpile of halo-ed vowel-movers — long-sought cornflowers strike a paramount for this, the rockiest of calculations, burlesques of pastiche — to show off before self-effacing, tall, slim complexities and transgressive contradictions of metabolic ambition. It’s because I say so
Tomorrow will mete out facts to impel more comfortable indeterminacy — for now anxious telepaths, minus me, rush nimbus-wet in devotion to their next decimal of the property. This might be why we’ll read over the presentation, juggle a few heads
and let you know when. Tomorrow.
Let’s now prescribe an observance of justice
for each game, for any obvious bravery.
Let’s is an imperative like make a muscle when referring to one at hand.
Sources of bravado were not sad. Separation from sources is.
A magnificent evening can be given to loose, persistent thought.
This one or any separation we call the blues, shyness,
meaning frame and ligaments hold feeling, no source.
Feeling is not sad. One votes sadly.
for each game, for any obvious bravery.
Let’s is an imperative like make a muscle when referring to one at hand.
Sources of bravado were not sad. Separation from sources is.
A magnificent evening can be given to loose, persistent thought.
This one or any separation we call the blues, shyness,
meaning frame and ligaments hold feeling, no source.
Feeling is not sad. One votes sadly.
3/22/19
This just in — jokes turn into dreams. It’s dreaming that forgave us for everything (except melancholia). That’s because ideas, ‘sleeping while awake,’ get downgraded to icy normality in dreams, trapping you and me inside a force field owing to our prior expertise. That is, dreams.
So there’s no lack of opportunity in experimental states of forgery.
So there’s no lack of opportunity in experimental states of forgery.
Sonnet 3: Now is the time.
Fond image & posterity aren’t everything. Same for dying. Stop Pisces & piscean disdain. Face to face
Mark self-love as no fond option. Unearned. Yet thru new windows, a face seeming your
Own age — April will call back another golden time that forms
Single light flows, even now
Fair, prime, all beguiling, mirroring you,
Your face, ears, all forms of yours remembered.
Fond image & posterity aren’t everything. Same for dying. Stop Pisces & piscean disdain. Face to face
Mark self-love as no fond option. Unearned. Yet thru new windows, a face seeming your
Own age — April will call back another golden time that forms
Single light flows, even now
Fair, prime, all beguiling, mirroring you,
Your face, ears, all forms of yours remembered.
I don’t get what you want
— our lives are directionless without a group, a clan?
The telling problem with atheist simplicity,
You annoy others (meditations in telling).
I don’t mean deep rampage in a civil sense,
I mean surgically knocking other chanters
Off, throwing knives, wrecking them
From the inside, slicing up!
We’re kidding we’re not religious.
— our lives are directionless without a group, a clan?
The telling problem with atheist simplicity,
You annoy others (meditations in telling).
I don’t mean deep rampage in a civil sense,
I mean surgically knocking other chanters
Off, throwing knives, wrecking them
From the inside, slicing up!
We’re kidding we’re not religious.
The rhetor writes, “Linked phrases run through a’s, b’s, c’s so on, but a-phrases, again, often point to the composition (logical positivism).
B-wise, most verifiable creativity
is not wasted in remorse.
What I owe: I know
almost and almost lost,
unfinished, in everything. For the c’s
I moved along a scratchy plain, co-interpretation
as if there were a reader response to dandelions, peony, clover:
checkboxes for snags of fern, fir,
and the only unchecked box nodded, Oh yes —
It’s always your closeness:
and I see your form
as we fill in the remains of the questionnaire
putting your back into it.”
B-wise, most verifiable creativity
is not wasted in remorse.
What I owe: I know
almost and almost lost,
unfinished, in everything. For the c’s
I moved along a scratchy plain, co-interpretation
as if there were a reader response to dandelions, peony, clover:
checkboxes for snags of fern, fir,
and the only unchecked box nodded, Oh yes —
It’s always your closeness:
and I see your form
as we fill in the remains of the questionnaire
putting your back into it.”
3/21/19
Ventriloquating is something.
No one’s favorite word yet — nice aftershave, Rene
I got wind of it and put you right back in —
Can you be “paraphrased” in any meaningful sense?
We have two bays for pace & diapason:
Within a philosophy (in movement thru spatial dimensions)
(& the aura of a partner’s scent) forward!
No one’s favorite word yet — nice aftershave, Rene
I got wind of it and put you right back in —
Can you be “paraphrased” in any meaningful sense?
We have two bays for pace & diapason:
Within a philosophy (in movement thru spatial dimensions)
(& the aura of a partner’s scent) forward!
Sentiment can be taken out.
Nothing to it. A redraft prompts free-ranging inquiry tho tentative into our species’ understructure. Putting this down in a memo (after all), we have a relationship to more than fast thinking. The mechanism we choose is not merely investigation but unimpaired pursuit of new rules. Rough sledding for now yet you’ve worn down long enough to be admitted; you know how we leverage missing you at a time when it’s least expensive. Put to the test, you’re like most trouble shooters — happiest procrastinating, indexing suspicion and lodging complaints..
Nothing to it. A redraft prompts free-ranging inquiry tho tentative into our species’ understructure. Putting this down in a memo (after all), we have a relationship to more than fast thinking. The mechanism we choose is not merely investigation but unimpaired pursuit of new rules. Rough sledding for now yet you’ve worn down long enough to be admitted; you know how we leverage missing you at a time when it’s least expensive. Put to the test, you’re like most trouble shooters — happiest procrastinating, indexing suspicion and lodging complaints..
Sonnet 94:
We can’t go on without thinking it over.
If I had had the foreground I’d be subsiding in attrition as it were,
I’d have heaven’s grace to weed out pleasure as well as caution.
& if I had taken fewer notes I’d have less power to hurt
expressing “you,” “me” and any unclenched feelings
we had moving into our very own subjectivities
that we can’t pinpoint or supplicate, my lord, husband...
But may I live to die if fair ever turns sour
in these our summer to summer’s pitched provisos
and integers-to-be, no part to fix, no comeuppance, none.
We can’t go on without thinking it over.
If I had had the foreground I’d be subsiding in attrition as it were,
I’d have heaven’s grace to weed out pleasure as well as caution.
& if I had taken fewer notes I’d have less power to hurt
expressing “you,” “me” and any unclenched feelings
we had moving into our very own subjectivities
that we can’t pinpoint or supplicate, my lord, husband...
But may I live to die if fair ever turns sour
in these our summer to summer’s pitched provisos
and integers-to-be, no part to fix, no comeuppance, none.
I’ve been on an upload binge; this is while I’m doing only one thing at one time on a crazed replicant-stream toward a structuralist’s degree.
I won’t cry when the point becomes bodily exercise without a message. I’ll trade you all the noise in my hands, still shaking — scared of leaving you among the spoils..
There’s a tradeoff, my trade. In din hostility shuts the door 24/7 on indisputable birdsong. It’s a good thing for stopping messengers’ tears as the door from nihilism leads to the rescue of children and all that contains, all I could have told you.
I won’t cry when the point becomes bodily exercise without a message. I’ll trade you all the noise in my hands, still shaking — scared of leaving you among the spoils..
There’s a tradeoff, my trade. In din hostility shuts the door 24/7 on indisputable birdsong. It’s a good thing for stopping messengers’ tears as the door from nihilism leads to the rescue of children and all that contains, all I could have told you.
Her evolution springs from prior copies.
Petunia Pig. Premiere then curtains.
Childhood runs out, our taxonomies still
unexplained as temp permits.
We loved the pig’s attitude, her trafficked facts, but
we fear anti-humanist divas like her,
wound up in her senseless atoms packing uncertainty principles —
Just the tips loaded
...you know what I mean standing up there, promoting pap acceptance.. You’re a diva in fact with nothing to co-defend, not mad enough, feeling too little.
Petunia Pig. Premiere then curtains.
Childhood runs out, our taxonomies still
unexplained as temp permits.
We loved the pig’s attitude, her trafficked facts, but
we fear anti-humanist divas like her,
wound up in her senseless atoms packing uncertainty principles —
Just the tips loaded
...you know what I mean standing up there, promoting pap acceptance.. You’re a diva in fact with nothing to co-defend, not mad enough, feeling too little.
3/20/19
Think of our courts and cunning missing bail.
Everything you expect waiting now in wistful
landscapes, hum-vacuumed.
What’s the worst that can happen?
Um, ok, yes, I bet. Open the curtains.
De-peopled points trip up not speaking for months
(critical moments you thought),
finding my direction as I thought of you —
So it never happened.
Everything you expect waiting now in wistful
landscapes, hum-vacuumed.
What’s the worst that can happen?
Um, ok, yes, I bet. Open the curtains.
De-peopled points trip up not speaking for months
(critical moments you thought),
finding my direction as I thought of you —
So it never happened.
97: Before apologizing, pre-winter is fantastic, like summer for wanton beginners, a civilizing pleasure messing up eternal categories, removed by you. Your absence offers waiting rooms (decoherence), libations & it supports how I feel from within. & speaking of the pure land, it’s freezing. Barely recognize the place.
37: ‘Feelings are empty’ .. still / they’re
entitled − here is where many motifs help.
Despite our comfort and wealth
I told the boss he should go to hell
(after all), protecting shareholders from hock.
What’s a game emotion? the hang off it.
Some contours. Nothing month. T’on. The shadows ’n
the lame, the poor, the despised will have
none of it.
Not a one in the cards could bend. Simply phrased.
Emotionally poets always knew, a few ‘knowing
they have not made a point’ —
Should I continue to enjoy happiness at dinner
having great intercourse by
Missing motifs? Any or all of yours? Enjoy how
people say they’re living to be admired..
Have a child? This wish I have..
How people talk?
entitled − here is where many motifs help.
Despite our comfort and wealth
I told the boss he should go to hell
(after all), protecting shareholders from hock.
What’s a game emotion? the hang off it.
Some contours. Nothing month. T’on. The shadows ’n
the lame, the poor, the despised will have
none of it.
Not a one in the cards could bend. Simply phrased.
Emotionally poets always knew, a few ‘knowing
they have not made a point’ —
Should I continue to enjoy happiness at dinner
having great intercourse by
Missing motifs? Any or all of yours? Enjoy how
people say they’re living to be admired..
Have a child? This wish I have..
How people talk?
Just because we attribute work to personality doesn’t mean I’m not a brute with a hammer in my hand. My nailing us together takes a moment of your life.
Whatever takes substance and breadth, I’m not doing it!
A hobby might become the color of dreams then addiction.
Can reasons to make you happy hold the same seasonal affect?
I know what jovial folks need, blindfolded.
My lack of controlling skills is the intervals it contains minus your presence,
Which is a way of drawing out regret.
Whatever takes substance and breadth, I’m not doing it!
A hobby might become the color of dreams then addiction.
Can reasons to make you happy hold the same seasonal affect?
I know what jovial folks need, blindfolded.
My lack of controlling skills is the intervals it contains minus your presence,
Which is a way of drawing out regret.
Through quantum microscopes
it’s not winter but it is dark and may snow.
This century’s waste already stands tall, but this A.M. sun rays clumped like snow unsnapping linen clasps to white headbands.
White on white.
In bridal light one sees seraphic whites.
A small number appear
Their sloganeering is back. Is is. Join today.
The music’s rot, handcuffing only a few.
it’s not winter but it is dark and may snow.
This century’s waste already stands tall, but this A.M. sun rays clumped like snow unsnapping linen clasps to white headbands.
White on white.
In bridal light one sees seraphic whites.
A small number appear
Their sloganeering is back. Is is. Join today.
The music’s rot, handcuffing only a few.
3/19/19
66: Simple truth, our work out here in the desert is beginning to spin. Like the blind we’re disabled by authorities who wiretap secrets weighing nothing in, no credit, no ripped off melancholy, nothing but misplaced honor with a substitution agreement containing you and the more civil you in full force, pulled from inside.. and..
Can we cut to the disgraceful part?
Relax but beware, laws of cause and effect are disabled as traffic pours in and aims straight at you. And the other you. Tired with this, the civil you will perfect the business end (proctor-like). That other you and I misplace our joy since sleeping on it.. applying love to our flesh alone as well as losing control of simple holding skills. Simply tongue tied and tired with all this perfection, I leave my love alone but attend you and yours, of course. And.
Can we cut to the disgraceful part?
Relax but beware, laws of cause and effect are disabled as traffic pours in and aims straight at you. And the other you. Tired with this, the civil you will perfect the business end (proctor-like). That other you and I misplace our joy since sleeping on it.. applying love to our flesh alone as well as losing control of simple holding skills. Simply tongue tied and tired with all this perfection, I leave my love alone but attend you and yours, of course. And.
Overheard on the walk from Lamont to Weidner..
Impulses to conceptualize or collectivize contexts are fatuously auteur-like;
sentimental to the core, even if in fact especially if sample texts (poetic treatments, meta-essays, etc.) argue on the surface against individuation & sentiment. This is self sentiment affecting triumph.
The war rooms (in ivory/media towers) in times of blanket authority — assumed — instantiate slaughter of memory & varietals of ‘superseded’ texts, pounding out schematic discourse to advance itself.
Impulses to conceptualize or collectivize contexts are fatuously auteur-like;
sentimental to the core, even if in fact especially if sample texts (poetic treatments, meta-essays, etc.) argue on the surface against individuation & sentiment. This is self sentiment affecting triumph.
The war rooms (in ivory/media towers) in times of blanket authority — assumed — instantiate slaughter of memory & varietals of ‘superseded’ texts, pounding out schematic discourse to advance itself.
Something came up. Anthropomorphism.
And what’s not mentioned expanded underground.
This is as lightning gains on fog. Lightning ‘understands’
it’s disassociated. Has nothing to transact, no product.
If I don’t buy this, I’m the product.
How is it fire tears up fluid in sparks fog glows around
and falls out with grey streaks that look glazed and remedial —
I have the same trouble when I shop for oils —
past any retail and expanse of the seven seas.
And what’s not mentioned expanded underground.
This is as lightning gains on fog. Lightning ‘understands’
it’s disassociated. Has nothing to transact, no product.
If I don’t buy this, I’m the product.
How is it fire tears up fluid in sparks fog glows around
and falls out with grey streaks that look glazed and remedial —
I have the same trouble when I shop for oils —
past any retail and expanse of the seven seas.
3/18/19
49: Let me hold you ... no, don’t, I’m a future defect in law against your time.
If ever that time comes within my own knowledge, no, I’ll know
love is no less or more the thing it was...
and no cause alleged.
I raise my hand now, called to, on your part
when you scarcely greet me as we pass.
That’s how with all due respect works in both our times.
If ever that time comes within my own knowledge, no, I’ll know
love is no less or more the thing it was...
and no cause alleged.
I raise my hand now, called to, on your part
when you scarcely greet me as we pass.
That’s how with all due respect works in both our times.
Pantoum: given a key, you lose it
— shifting attention but staying in touch.
I forget functioning ghost towns caked with tire tracks,
I draw a blank on jailhouse interiors and decades of Tonka trucks.
[...there is no outside [...] only what’s already here [what we breathe] below...it’s
Immature, impulsive...] [as above]
— I forget empirical relationships the most, the visual force of
a “mottled taxonomy,”
Complaints and sworn declarations...
I forget meeting you.
— shifting attention but staying in touch.
I forget functioning ghost towns caked with tire tracks,
I draw a blank on jailhouse interiors and decades of Tonka trucks.
[...there is no outside [...] only what’s already here [what we breathe] below...it’s
Immature, impulsive...] [as above]
— I forget empirical relationships the most, the visual force of
a “mottled taxonomy,”
Complaints and sworn declarations...
I forget meeting you.
3/17/19
It’s here. East Cambridge. Helium released, the admonitory tableau sponged in saliva — ecosystems thrown in reverse with hotshots on cymbals and triangles, hybrid collisions playing junk ballads within a migratory pattern. The justified, 24/7 joker is emotionally unwound, one point...
brain-body fiber pierced, two... sherbet dolloped. I’ll be right down.
We all have our own crowds because we relish lyricism mounting a central stairway. Sour notes suggest quick detours. A couple of hours had passed. There’s been vintage aversion within the railcar, around a corner sirens lift off earth. Sunshine starts to feel like a slap in the face.
Milling around is jammed.
Milling around is jammed.
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.
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.
80: ...cross-pollination of English and psychology wracks up a revitalizing soundless deep. I’ll assume you suspect I faint when I write this. Empiricists use the shallowest fare and map it into the literature. When I write of you, I’m in worthless sympathy, humbled, worse, tongue tied while I try a couple of poses — ha — there are great, pure benefits spent by proud, broad-minded sailors afloat, grasping for governance, ocean wide! Wouldn’t you know they are an infinite series within the history of fame and gossip. (Or from another angle they are a series of the grasping but goodly proud, wracked by history.) You who.
Repeat this until approved,
“I don’t know about you, O astronomy”
But in a tone that’s affirmative
Like the jeweler’s tone words for whale
-bone / measured blues − while
This stretch, like all happy comebacks, tells a story of the future dropping hints of a larger, full-mouthed don’t-know − was it something to do w/ a heap of focus on one side, therefore blocking another? Do we lead a life another sings w/ you?
“I don’t know about you, O astronomy”
But in a tone that’s affirmative
Like the jeweler’s tone words for whale
-bone / measured blues − while
This stretch, like all happy comebacks, tells a story of the future dropping hints of a larger, full-mouthed don’t-know − was it something to do w/ a heap of focus on one side, therefore blocking another? Do we lead a life another sings w/ you?
3/16/19
Past is no guarantee of future promise.
Anywhere farther — it’s too verbal a compromise. But you and I know more, we’re up next, forging no more colors, so I’m flapping my arms in front of me, carrying a few novel ideas in my veins.
Maybe I’m afraid of being abducted. A thoroughly unnerving bigger anywhere...
At the very top motion’s in pink, divining our fixed up eyes that get put on the map, hey, whoa, how awful, how much closer to the maker... So be ready.
Anywhere farther — it’s too verbal a compromise. But you and I know more, we’re up next, forging no more colors, so I’m flapping my arms in front of me, carrying a few novel ideas in my veins.
Maybe I’m afraid of being abducted. A thoroughly unnerving bigger anywhere...
At the very top motion’s in pink, divining our fixed up eyes that get put on the map, hey, whoa, how awful, how much closer to the maker... So be ready.
Keep secrets in brackets to float free.
Free momentarily. Here [or t]here — volatility models! according to script, vocalism in a sense. We’re beaming them and their feelings up with unknown and hidden risks — a fat surly chance shifting their weight brings in slimmer odds.
All or nothing, win to lose on cue.
Free momentarily. Here [or t]here — volatility models! according to script, vocalism in a sense. We’re beaming them and their feelings up with unknown and hidden risks — a fat surly chance shifting their weight brings in slimmer odds.
All or nothing, win to lose on cue.
Technology’s refined flux appears noncontroversial.
At sundown my leftist French brain speaks, confined to a thought balloon:
“If you’re anamorphic, the flux grows within measures, for early adapters too often adopt overheated lingo or low-to-overheated if you like.”
The remaining balloons shrugged to themselves in the embers; not really, they said. Aloof. All alone.
At sundown my leftist French brain speaks, confined to a thought balloon:
“If you’re anamorphic, the flux grows within measures, for early adapters too often adopt overheated lingo or low-to-overheated if you like.”
The remaining balloons shrugged to themselves in the embers; not really, they said. Aloof. All alone.
With each rallentando I feel cleaner, more nondenominational than ever
Now a little drunk I look up at elm crocuses fighting odor, climbing the trunk.
It’s air apparent. I feel cleaner with you. Clearer in noble gases and flux. I do.
Molecules will sue
You — they’ll sue us both for our goals and coral glow —
What a snit! Apart from love I am ashamed now
Breaking up with you would feel like the flu ...
You and I in slow — we hope — radon decay
Torched with prayer.
Now a little drunk I look up at elm crocuses fighting odor, climbing the trunk.
It’s air apparent. I feel cleaner with you. Clearer in noble gases and flux. I do.
Molecules will sue
You — they’ll sue us both for our goals and coral glow —
What a snit! Apart from love I am ashamed now
Breaking up with you would feel like the flu ...
You and I in slow — we hope — radon decay
Torched with prayer.
75: Every time I visit you in your mascara I become lucid about fears you strike. Day by day you were food to my life. I see the brilliant live again, sure enough, in vetted dormitories, always have, fudging abasement with rich food and drugs. Sorry concentrates. There you are.
Pleasure and then the transportation of souls and their wealth take place about now.
Nothing for me. I feel like a pursuer of no delight uninvited to the Worry Dance, revalidating my whorl of cement paintings..
Starved for a look, now counting it best when the world
may see my pleasure feasting off you, on you 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 now.
Nothing for me. I feel like a pursuer of no delight uninvited to the Worry Dance, revalidating my whorl of cement paintings..
Starved for a look, now counting it best when the world
may see my pleasure feasting off you, on you dime, thus, on / off your sight...
pursuing peace, all or nothing, with you alone.
Of all varied and fabulous pieces by new pianists I wager many are bursting with personae — because of what many rock to, also because many exuding confidence have gotten past graduate school, the corporation, a breakthru investment.
One of the donor’s places resembles a Marine outpost with sweeps of property edging a subdued headquarters.
One of the donor’s places resembles a Marine outpost with sweeps of property edging a subdued headquarters.
3/15/19
How the cosmos is unexplained, one and two. First, taxonomies are set in weathered deco, dimly lit by the affiliated overflow while astronomers stand there from a famous university on tiptoes.
In the mental part, covert specialists use tightly wound diversions to gain advantage for incriminating tonal ideals. They march with different cause-ists and solons halfway; paternalism indulged through wisecracks. But most of the others, humanists, are reformed as divas and idiots in the minority and they take the bullets; why?
In the mental part, covert specialists use tightly wound diversions to gain advantage for incriminating tonal ideals. They march with different cause-ists and solons halfway; paternalism indulged through wisecracks. But most of the others, humanists, are reformed as divas and idiots in the minority and they take the bullets; why?
Nonviolence resolutions have been approved. Prehistory is the place for airborne definitions. Here
You find remuted meaning, good as gossip to evade
A “mixed remuting strategy” to partner with whom, exactly?
O Headwaiters..
I have a steady girl now. I have rage stamped inside. I keep it everywhere inside
Everywhere. Coordinates
Everywhere..
O rockets to further research.
— O bailiff, be this...
Sung. A first poem.
You find remuted meaning, good as gossip to evade
A “mixed remuting strategy” to partner with whom, exactly?
O Headwaiters..
I have a steady girl now. I have rage stamped inside. I keep it everywhere inside
Everywhere. Coordinates
Everywhere..
O rockets to further research.
— O bailiff, be this...
Sung. A first poem.
124: What would it be like to live for crime?
New contract. Deep linkage. Bigger venues. No stress. Percentages stay constant.
Here we are — stuck in two dimensions in time
out of forty-four! eating sweat! Two washes, far from accident. Love. Hate.
We went over this. We saw five of your drafts. Heretic weeds among weeds, flowers with flowers on short leases. The 20-60 split seems generous given fears of seasonal showers and heat, once an inviting time. Funny, I may call you on your mobile device or redeem your coupons I crunched into origami. Fashion calls. The music and I dream of you and what it would be like to split the other 20.
We went over this. We saw five of your drafts. Heretic weeds among weeds, flowers with flowers on short leases. The 20-60 split seems generous given fears of seasonal showers and heat, once an inviting time. Funny, I may call you on your mobile device or redeem your coupons I crunched into origami. Fashion calls. The music and I dream of you and what it would be like to split the other 20.
With each rallentando I feel cleaner, more nondenominational than ever
Now a little drunk I look up at elm crocuses fighting odor, climbing the trunk.
It’s air apparent. I feel cleaner with you. Clearer in noble gases and flux. I do.
Molecules will sue
You — they’ll sue us both for our goals and coral glow —
What a snit! Apart from love I am ashamed now
Breaking up with you would feel like the flu ...
You and I in slow — we hope — radon decay
Torched with prayer.
Now a little drunk I look up at elm crocuses fighting odor, climbing the trunk.
It’s air apparent. I feel cleaner with you. Clearer in noble gases and flux. I do.
Molecules will sue
You — they’ll sue us both for our goals and coral glow —
What a snit! Apart from love I am ashamed now
Breaking up with you would feel like the flu ...
You and I in slow — we hope — radon decay
Torched with prayer.
Late electrons hold a preferred representational system after 10 tonight. Floating too close, roofs blanketed by flyleaves. A styrofoam waterfall will declare total amnesty.
The whole month is booked. Interferences in the electron field.
One thing is that performance yesterday and the morning before. After you washed off, you understood when to pause long and leave when and where you smell a rat.
You’re not alone. You want in? Try code switching with your interlocutor. You’re coming to brush dirt off while I’m looking to redress. A mindset carves out the rafters’ flute, our voices upwind. What was seen trapped at top? An old pronoun for emphasis extended from the blaze under your eyelids.
The whole month is booked. Interferences in the electron field.
One thing is that performance yesterday and the morning before. After you washed off, you understood when to pause long and leave when and where you smell a rat.
You’re not alone. You want in? Try code switching with your interlocutor. You’re coming to brush dirt off while I’m looking to redress. A mindset carves out the rafters’ flute, our voices upwind. What was seen trapped at top? An old pronoun for emphasis extended from the blaze under your eyelids.
3/14/19
I lost my nonfaith underground,
I should be writing this down.
I try not to be credible. Duly of course not sounded —
I’m writing for one reason, to sound an alarm (like a big panic light), all
stillness about to be torn down, the danger of rising temperatures; they did —
We can’t always gather this way but we do.
A new wilderness in words congers a wistful ecology, hum-vacuumed, cuddling
escalations in remaining silent about verifiable devolvement.
I should be writing this down.
I try not to be credible. Duly of course not sounded —
I’m writing for one reason, to sound an alarm (like a big panic light), all
stillness about to be torn down, the danger of rising temperatures; they did —
We can’t always gather this way but we do.
A new wilderness in words congers a wistful ecology, hum-vacuumed, cuddling
escalations in remaining silent about verifiable devolvement.
Failures in love fell behind, heinous, antique, never in 2 places enough needing permission, shuttered, untainted & bleak, drear, just dumb.
Translations: ‘explanations of fossils’ = live serious & young.
‘Articles have been written on the topic of’ = long-lived, still this croaks;
‘snow falling backwards’ = ack! s’up(?) / course ahead;
‘the world of secrets is its own’ = pattern to succeeding circumstance.
Translations: ‘explanations of fossils’ = live serious & young.
‘Articles have been written on the topic of’ = long-lived, still this croaks;
‘snow falling backwards’ = ack! s’up(?) / course ahead;
‘the world of secrets is its own’ = pattern to succeeding circumstance.
19: Innocence evokes nighttime devouring day, burning like a lion’s phoenix if lions can play against fire — or w/ a hummingbird plucking teeth from a tiger’s jaw if you allow. Taping your hands together.
And grease-pencil trompe l’oeil everywhere. Please.
Innocence is guilt among a heinous group. The sorry on earth devouring their own brood, against beauty’s keen pattern but succeeding.
Young, untainted and long lived, you’ve gone wrong. I forbid it but I hope you’re happy.
And grease-pencil trompe l’oeil everywhere. Please.
Innocence is guilt among a heinous group. The sorry on earth devouring their own brood, against beauty’s keen pattern but succeeding.
Young, untainted and long lived, you’ve gone wrong. I forbid it but I hope you’re happy.
Microscopic levitation thru language got modulated. Had to be. Modulated is like coming out to test market your views, sampling the masked hostility and indecisiveness of our verbal environment. And we’re backing it up with inexact explanations and multiples of love for what we could have been doing before the procedural took hold.
We are off then, taken off, memories keeping our eyes immune to causation. Keeping everything under introspection.
We are off then, taken off, memories keeping our eyes immune to causation. Keeping everything under introspection.
The will to quiet is the flip side of getting a ch-
amber piece to burble, crying doubly inaudible
for more power when a robot loses its job after a successful war on the homeless...
I get scared how the losers meditate spinning up to the extra surface,
no message. So there’s nothing left as surplus.
amber piece to burble, crying doubly inaudible
for more power when a robot loses its job after a successful war on the homeless...
I get scared how the losers meditate spinning up to the extra surface,
no message. So there’s nothing left as surplus.
3/13/19
It’s back! A bright spot on the game horizon, we’re beginning to see a need for a brown or grey blanket authority or foundation to issue antinomian licenses. A nondemocratic institution that constitutes only one of a set to which no democratic or parliamentarian voice matters, no second thoughts, no heuristics, and in which nothing un-elfin or hurtful belongs or stays put, holding itself to the test doctrine of multiple shots at Todd’s Miniature Golf.
Louisiana: East of Eden: That time of year with smarter definition.
How’s that if your electricity is out and your phone’s no good?
We needed smarter drywall too, to excite the twilight in the west,
ferns and moss growing other side after sunset, every-
thing about the yield blowing in its news
of recurring unitary joy...
It must expire.
I liked getting you to this point nourished by discovery.
How’s that if your electricity is out and your phone’s no good?
We needed smarter drywall too, to excite the twilight in the west,
ferns and moss growing other side after sunset, every-
thing about the yield blowing in its news
of recurring unitary joy...
It must expire.
I liked getting you to this point nourished by discovery.
O ouch.
I’m not sorry. I’m available to anyone.
This is my first try with an experiment that works.
There were more debris balls thrown so we ordered an atemporal zone of grace
— w/ the emancipatory normality of curiosity, kindhearted proof —
Set it to limitless, w/ its winners & losers, one of you for another of me.
I’m not sorry. I’m available to anyone.
This is my first try with an experiment that works.
There were more debris balls thrown so we ordered an atemporal zone of grace
— w/ the emancipatory normality of curiosity, kindhearted proof —
Set it to limitless, w/ its winners & losers, one of you for another of me.
144: You and I model language as living matter, two loves we have re-involving impulsive energy that courses through particles of appropriated intellect, especially given appearances and given language itself. Still. Never in doubt, you and I may yet not directly squeal on this synthetic transmutation of fiendish intelligence if it were only that, if poetry weren’t folk history of subjugate pride and procedure.
You and I emerge as information flows, each with different histories in the multiverse.
Alien favors percolate if you diet and exercise. Budding relationships become frontiers, light weeks in radius. In time we can run to a space where excellence in coincidence can be achieved. Like Molière, a self-publisher, we’ll keep a moth-hole sweatsuit or two as foils to untried financial identities.
Well, our early faith promised us immortal lives, backup roles that made us teen idols,
central characters in an improvisation we lost track of.
I gradually began to buy things in no order, branched out a little finding a passion for saluting an atheist nation that apprehends my experience as no one else.
Opening windows, pissing.
Perfect! Beautiful...
When the soup lady arrives, something inside of you snaps. A crack-up.
Exactly, exactly. It’s all gotten to you... poverty, deprivation,
peeing in the streets. So you reach into your bag... and you grab a
knife! You take the knife, and you lunge at the soup but immediately
fall into a numb coma. You are dumb, so you cannot speak, you grunt a little.
Okay? Try it. Good.
You’re confused? I have my poem now.
Perfect! Beautiful...
When the soup lady arrives, something inside of you snaps. A crack-up.
Exactly, exactly. It’s all gotten to you... poverty, deprivation,
peeing in the streets. So you reach into your bag... and you grab a
knife! You take the knife, and you lunge at the soup but immediately
fall into a numb coma. You are dumb, so you cannot speak, you grunt a little.
Okay? Try it. Good.
You’re confused? I have my poem now.
3/12/19
Who will win you, be you... when we take up past lives,
linger over fruit, a blackjack of planes
and volumes of ourselves in the polish of systems gaming
from which we now resign, in grace (3 cherries).
A wild bet is the oldest touch in the darkest town
[a friend’s lyrics] — buckets on red, someone’s lucky color
in a city of red lights and streets, carnival streets losing identity
with cabernet in bottles, women and men in
off the streets, profiteers in cafes of Reno, I imagine!
Let’s toast everyone holding a perfect suit
in focus, carnival glass, reddish goblets letting the workday
work away. Afterward, we leave home forever and go to college
and get involved being there to face the sky.
Tell me, poem, friend.
linger over fruit, a blackjack of planes
and volumes of ourselves in the polish of systems gaming
from which we now resign, in grace (3 cherries).
A wild bet is the oldest touch in the darkest town
[a friend’s lyrics] — buckets on red, someone’s lucky color
in a city of red lights and streets, carnival streets losing identity
with cabernet in bottles, women and men in
off the streets, profiteers in cafes of Reno, I imagine!
Let’s toast everyone holding a perfect suit
in focus, carnival glass, reddish goblets letting the workday
work away. Afterward, we leave home forever and go to college
and get involved being there to face the sky.
Tell me, poem, friend.
“Bliss.” We were looking it up.
A battle between two distinctions
among words bringing up a few others,
times two more of those brain-states from Asia.
A marsh is now interesting
(vitae) for the sea. For the eye, nothing but applesauce then shellac,
a varnish the sea brought in without consent, leader of the pack
of subject matter. Not of varnish, bliss.
A battle between two distinctions
among words bringing up a few others,
times two more of those brain-states from Asia.
A marsh is now interesting
(vitae) for the sea. For the eye, nothing but applesauce then shellac,
a varnish the sea brought in without consent, leader of the pack
of subject matter. Not of varnish, bliss.
Photons rebuild the world, leaping out of windows
Moving in our direction with startling humility and alacrity..
Here I am as genealogies of specialists file off.
Rebuilding requires transitives tied to esthetics that numb.
I’m the underdog here, emotionally maligned, an amalgam “I” and “am” channel
-ing of normality, sleep, hope that bear repeating.
Photons. Can we turn to steel?
Moving in our direction with startling humility and alacrity..
Here I am as genealogies of specialists file off.
Rebuilding requires transitives tied to esthetics that numb.
I’m the underdog here, emotionally maligned, an amalgam “I” and “am” channel
-ing of normality, sleep, hope that bear repeating.
Photons. Can we turn to steel?
Oil, vinegar, mistakes, which in religion ..
become defects in the emulsion. Well, pairs of prime numbers have different sapors, pots, odd sets, syrup-simple to complex, some devolving into a brawl, randomness, others’ chaos, as well a gaggle of self-similarities... can’t make it out, call them alloys of function routing. I’ve highlighted this one, Apollonian male familiarity that will never feel safe, topped with a Mainline ranch dressing fabricked in aromas of surfboard polycarbonate.
become defects in the emulsion. Well, pairs of prime numbers have different sapors, pots, odd sets, syrup-simple to complex, some devolving into a brawl, randomness, others’ chaos, as well a gaggle of self-similarities... can’t make it out, call them alloys of function routing. I’ve highlighted this one, Apollonian male familiarity that will never feel safe, topped with a Mainline ranch dressing fabricked in aromas of surfboard polycarbonate.
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 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 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.
Sure, I’ll leverage our last minute or two, let’s say I’m deeply missing you.
There you go! but how long have we been planting post mortems with no conventional frame for gender balance? or how not to terminate?
Maybe it’s a mistake, wiping out post mortems, collaborating on curious travel so close to a fault line... I grant you that;
Like all of the above and people going in and out of Odd Fellows buildings, climbing stairs in fat, you’re one hundred percent normal running up debt to keep devotees heartbroken.
Adoring you is a fault line in my moral politics! where any leverage follows oxymorons.
There you go! but how long have we been planting post mortems with no conventional frame for gender balance? or how not to terminate?
Maybe it’s a mistake, wiping out post mortems, collaborating on curious travel so close to a fault line... I grant you that;
Like all of the above and people going in and out of Odd Fellows buildings, climbing stairs in fat, you’re one hundred percent normal running up debt to keep devotees heartbroken.
Adoring you is a fault line in my moral politics! where any leverage follows oxymorons.
3/11/19
I write on my nature in my head. Let’s hold a séance!
I snare us Joy to starve a fever. (Is it raining out?
At a range in speeds and locales.)
Many rooms, each story (usually) with clay-toned physiques
fighting the relative fight waving, receding to one another
— everybody under an influence indoors and out, which is filthy. A foot of snow from the window. Laps of water filled with light snow, rotating in reverse as if catching on how to purify their offspring & manage fever in lurches of nibbling torque adjusting the day into days.
I snare us Joy to starve a fever. (Is it raining out?
At a range in speeds and locales.)
Many rooms, each story (usually) with clay-toned physiques
fighting the relative fight waving, receding to one another
— everybody under an influence indoors and out, which is filthy. A foot of snow from the window. Laps of water filled with light snow, rotating in reverse as if catching on how to purify their offspring & manage fever in lurches of nibbling torque adjusting the day into days.
Libido, the big reach of the brain and new ways to guard it out-front are on a know-it-all’s mind (one with any pulse). The 1st few words take on destabilizing character. I’m trying to clean this [snip] to leave enough ‘intent’ to keep me happy after I’m finished he’s finished. This is a swollen-headed transmission, so I’m framing it fun work, cuts straight through its own restructure creating more choppy patterns to abandon ...
Here’s one’s take on getting back together. It’s one part
to tensive healing (a method) stitched to transparency (washes of shadow)
& aspected by hedges, mostly. To go on shifting subjects
— I whisper to you, falling myself for revovery —
panicked a zillion light seconds soon — too late thinking literally
in compliance w/ odds off bets already placed... wherein
chants, conflicts w/ breakfast, a proverbial laugh:
Nobody totally killed it. The bonuses were un-reneged-on. It’s
not that large an irony tho the freehold repaired to is offered only in the ‘thereabouts’ pattern...
to tensive healing (a method) stitched to transparency (washes of shadow)
& aspected by hedges, mostly. To go on shifting subjects
— I whisper to you, falling myself for revovery —
panicked a zillion light seconds soon — too late thinking literally
in compliance w/ odds off bets already placed... wherein
chants, conflicts w/ breakfast, a proverbial laugh:
Nobody totally killed it. The bonuses were un-reneged-on. It’s
not that large an irony tho the freehold repaired to is offered only in the ‘thereabouts’ pattern...
70: I don’t blame you.
Alone in your ‘kingdom’ flying backwards. You’re facing the street, passing it... A science fiction flushed hollow, cankers and buds looking prime outside and you’re still passing, unstained by any ambush adhering neatly to nothing, just passing, yet suspects’ approval ornamenting impurities of state. Heaven’s sweetest.
Who are they who envy you? slandering, even wooed — and such charged discourse! Don’t hold it in. Talk to their doctors.
Alone in your ‘kingdom’ flying backwards. You’re facing the street, passing it... A science fiction flushed hollow, cankers and buds looking prime outside and you’re still passing, unstained by any ambush adhering neatly to nothing, just passing, yet suspects’ approval ornamenting impurities of state. Heaven’s sweetest.
Who are they who envy you? slandering, even wooed — and such charged discourse! Don’t hold it in. Talk to their doctors.
I’m losing a fortune in darts...
While I keep my mouth shut & listen,
Escalating with all my sharpened implements to inhabit received logic.
I’m retracing what I think you see. I’m
Mastering vegetable colors, naming obvious finds,
Pushing the most oblivious among broken darts,
Mirroring the self-defiant. These
Mirrors entangle bosons of mine, yours and everyone else
Rushing us on to careers in redefinition...
While I keep my mouth shut & listen,
Escalating with all my sharpened implements to inhabit received logic.
I’m retracing what I think you see. I’m
Mastering vegetable colors, naming obvious finds,
Pushing the most oblivious among broken darts,
Mirroring the self-defiant. These
Mirrors entangle bosons of mine, yours and everyone else
Rushing us on to careers in redefinition...
Study the past if you divine Zorro’s frailty.
I watch myself in performance in a new piece on you —
and thru you I’m cutting you off. Late breaking history.
Can’t you feel incandescent gasses coming on?
We have no perverse incentive acting mindless taking chances, since we have already gone over gonzo utility in hammock talk, too often raising a toast to the madness (but also the closeness) that’s most missing in straight men (and how irritated they get when they hear it!) and how it makes us rage over the late poetry of Rene Ricard.
3/10/19
126: Don’t talk with your mouth full. Process self-disrupts into phrases and clause substitutes, fickle process components and the stiff, gnomic atmospheres to bring accoutrement to love to terms, not waning to grow! Hold on, hold your lovers there minutes in pleasure, or more! And go on, keep to your purpose, even in power, lovelier.
This sentence’s one constant is
a laptop lies naked on my chest.
Dibs on any heat, clammy & pink
on the brink of aspects vanished in air.
The laptop’s ‘aspects’ conquering the odor of mollusks, our
memory of the moment lost
more to desires, a hill that’s not
a hill, a gaze upon the sun leading to a word
that’s not a sentence.
a laptop lies naked on my chest.
Dibs on any heat, clammy & pink
on the brink of aspects vanished in air.
The laptop’s ‘aspects’ conquering the odor of mollusks, our
memory of the moment lost
more to desires, a hill that’s not
a hill, a gaze upon the sun leading to a word
that’s not a sentence.
There’s salience to nodding agreement thought-
fully, since you get your ideas from media
studies, yet geometric brainstorming staring blankly
like realism is easier-to-sleep-w/-&-pulsate
-to
Instincts tho are buried under cement,
sunk talking to each other, eh?
Hard to get out from the extrapolation —
(I removed its tongue)
fully, since you get your ideas from media
studies, yet geometric brainstorming staring blankly
like realism is easier-to-sleep-w/-&-pulsate
-to
Instincts tho are buried under cement,
sunk talking to each other, eh?
Hard to get out from the extrapolation —
(I removed its tongue)
3/9/19
I want to distinguish my common prayer of grabbing knives and spoons v. the naive intuition that expresses it.
Missing you doesn’t change anything. I want you to be happy but on time for signing the release pledge, availing yourself of lilac patterned backgrounds if you want. The ones that look like versions of wicked cunning and mirrored parsimony canceling out our love triangle — Throaty, we thought we thought we were entangled set against puzzle fetishes and hiked vibes. It also helps to turn on the bed side to side. Conceive a break-in.
Missing you doesn’t change anything. I want you to be happy but on time for signing the release pledge, availing yourself of lilac patterned backgrounds if you want. The ones that look like versions of wicked cunning and mirrored parsimony canceling out our love triangle — Throaty, we thought we thought we were entangled set against puzzle fetishes and hiked vibes. It also helps to turn on the bed side to side. Conceive a break-in.
Outdoors a muted roll call gathers under bright archways,
A hazard to paper aircraft taking off.
Um sure I gather.. Don’t know why we are in this automatic summation now or a few seconds from now after the transaction but before thinking and looking it over, with only a few elements incised to form solid bands reprieving vice versa.
It’s spooky rhyme but it wasn’t my first ween
-ie choice; the machine flunked me — burst
my thought calculus for the full stretch space sitting there. It restored my faith in the bonus shod of prowess, smoking in slacks (touching my two knees behind your back), undressing. Exercise for us commoners became a rags to riches habit we can’t keep up for more than an hour. But the revenge police are still baffled, turning bright to be seen.
-ie choice; the machine flunked me — burst
my thought calculus for the full stretch space sitting there. It restored my faith in the bonus shod of prowess, smoking in slacks (touching my two knees behind your back), undressing. Exercise for us commoners became a rags to riches habit we can’t keep up for more than an hour. But the revenge police are still baffled, turning bright to be seen.
9: No form of you
Feels anything but used, average.. a spent, destructive sort of guilt, blandness also a problem.
Your world consumed by issueless fears in political experience / current status / winning outright =
Hey here I am! Staying single you and I may change our minds!
I already forgot to.
Could we? ah! you and I are loved by many. I’ll commit, in sleep ...
We are gracious, watched over and settled into a kindly already unthrifty shifting
Still, but enjoying practice, wailing, banging triangles and drums ...
Your private voice as wet as children’s eyes. Look.
I wake [Ah!] — My own voice hoarsens
A life desire talking with you,
But no form of you tonight.
Feels anything but used, average.. a spent, destructive sort of guilt, blandness also a problem.
Your world consumed by issueless fears in political experience / current status / winning outright =
Hey here I am! Staying single you and I may change our minds!
I already forgot to.
Could we? ah! you and I are loved by many. I’ll commit, in sleep ...
We are gracious, watched over and settled into a kindly already unthrifty shifting
Still, but enjoying practice, wailing, banging triangles and drums ...
Your private voice as wet as children’s eyes. Look.
I wake [Ah!] — My own voice hoarsens
A life desire talking with you,
But no form of you tonight.
Hey Siri (British female).
It could be bye.
She spake plainly for a big hearted killer-
Darling. And by morning
Reminding me once
Only her own revels met her halfway in kill value.
Bye when morning blurred, when we got to promise
An aftermath of special measures, letting her adage cool.
Is this a document or did I make it up?
It could be bye.
She spake plainly for a big hearted killer-
Darling. And by morning
Reminding me once
Only her own revels met her halfway in kill value.
Bye when morning blurred, when we got to promise
An aftermath of special measures, letting her adage cool.
Is this a document or did I make it up?
Crime: The noun to which much is given.
Can you spot the q and a between shorelines?
While in the time and motion garden, a parallel door banged thru the night.
I hugged rugged trees in the upstart foreground, our encampment after
Ridiculous, I guess.. juxtaposed, dative..
Anglophone atonal fuzzy. It’s so. We know it when we hear it,
Anacoluthon.
Can you spot the q and a between shorelines?
While in the time and motion garden, a parallel door banged thru the night.
I hugged rugged trees in the upstart foreground, our encampment after
Ridiculous, I guess.. juxtaposed, dative..
Anglophone atonal fuzzy. It’s so. We know it when we hear it,
Anacoluthon.
3/8/19
Poison, anecdotes are a way of life. He had meant antidotes, one’s composer in this case, not the narrator. One withdrew. Both just seem wound up terribly in the same horology. One in the study, the other in the art.
The one here has to deposit deleted utterances in surface structure to get back to poisson.
Then in time we can be on and in our way.
The one here has to deposit deleted utterances in surface structure to get back to poisson.
Then in time we can be on and in our way.
It takes a while. Day by day. The way 23 hours ago the multiplicity of writing today took a while. Times itself: A brainset, no doubt, occupied .. & this just in — jokes turn into dreams. It’s dreams that forgive us for everything (except melancholia). That’s because multiplicities, ‘sleeping while awake,’ get downgraded to icy normality, farthest from sight, trapping you & me inside a force field owing to our expertise.
So there’s no lack of constancy in experimental states of mongrel forgery & the economic pull.
So there’s no lack of constancy in experimental states of mongrel forgery & the economic pull.
No escape no fooling.
Snow is a collective that takes singular form.
Replacement snow falls on snow, terms of art.
The pace is noncommittal; a global officialdom germinates apart.
Snow! I feel sick yelling my frequent amens.
I do my best and worst in the future and still get snowed on
when I start to step away from them.
Snow is a collective that takes singular form.
Replacement snow falls on snow, terms of art.
The pace is noncommittal; a global officialdom germinates apart.
Snow! I feel sick yelling my frequent amens.
I do my best and worst in the future and still get snowed on
when I start to step away from them.
Coming in parts..
the if-movement (critique as aspiration) can be thought
a saga you (like any if us) can pump off & on — so on
-coming then coming clean is another part — if-closeness.
Later, new police!
[talk in paranoia...]
And I’ve never been more uplifted, more unnerved by an against-type chamber piece somberly floating off fun insight, now audible signs, if-history, if-intention preparing the new force for a life span’s fixed melody.
Unless there are police already in sight.
Criticism, it seems, “must take a wider horizon of use.” But my notes are lost, seized and sealed with if-rhymes; my ears “wrapped” in thunderheads.
The ‘if’ I had in mind comes in expired turmoil. His daybed is in the next police van, minus the rhetoric, with pencilled movements. The if-critique had no name; it’s all about listening.
the if-movement (critique as aspiration) can be thought
a saga you (like any if us) can pump off & on — so on
-coming then coming clean is another part — if-closeness.
Later, new police!
[talk in paranoia...]
And I’ve never been more uplifted, more unnerved by an against-type chamber piece somberly floating off fun insight, now audible signs, if-history, if-intention preparing the new force for a life span’s fixed melody.
Unless there are police already in sight.
Criticism, it seems, “must take a wider horizon of use.” But my notes are lost, seized and sealed with if-rhymes; my ears “wrapped” in thunderheads.
The ‘if’ I had in mind comes in expired turmoil. His daybed is in the next police van, minus the rhetoric, with pencilled movements. The if-critique had no name; it’s all about listening.
123: Lament — I defy you and your truth —
I trust only the lasting timetables born to our desire. Nothing novel. Nothing strange.
Continual haste, our poor retention, our briefer dates give me the butterflies and more butterflies chasing more —
as 10 to the 10th more wind up as polygamists barnstorming thru
a more winging it hemisphere where I can never forget you. No!
I trust only the lasting timetables born to our desire. Nothing novel. Nothing strange.
Continual haste, our poor retention, our briefer dates give me the butterflies and more butterflies chasing more —
as 10 to the 10th more wind up as polygamists barnstorming thru
a more winging it hemisphere where I can never forget you. No!
Thanks to strong interference we accept multiverses.
Pardon me. To a field of waves
A warning looms to live on
to next season, the most indivisible of 4.
The fiscal thrill of a principle’s often-quoted exponents.
Your will bending other lives.
I never imagined keeping count of others or their waves
but it’s on my list. My list of lists.
Pardon me. To a field of waves
A warning looms to live on
to next season, the most indivisible of 4.
The fiscal thrill of a principle’s often-quoted exponents.
Your will bending other lives.
I never imagined keeping count of others or their waves
but it’s on my list. My list of lists.
Tarantulas of steel squeeze under the trap door, isolated by an obsession coming on to us, coming right in. There we go, holist.
Theory-and-error-correction suited your attention..
Theory is the place we may detect a problem set you’ve already gone over, untidy and young, accomplished and loathed despite a foundational rule of no principles without permission.
The tarantulas swell and expire in wrinkled light over and done — burbling with their own kill-agenda tickled into indecision, aching even now to blather.
Theory-and-error-correction suited your attention..
Theory is the place we may detect a problem set you’ve already gone over, untidy and young, accomplished and loathed despite a foundational rule of no principles without permission.
The tarantulas swell and expire in wrinkled light over and done — burbling with their own kill-agenda tickled into indecision, aching even now to blather.
3/7/19
With good optics petroleum and related interests can play for the cosmos. Bosons exhale thru drenching nighttime. Their surrogate likenesses (x) are more set, reset and more recently struck down in spheres of difference..
Razed molecularly. Drench is over, done there on the lawn, a light drizzle in light draining oil.
Razed molecularly. Drench is over, done there on the lawn, a light drizzle in light draining oil.
A breach of manners can be a sentence. Or a fragment.
There is urgency in ideas.
I live in an echo of a nation.
During the break we reached an agreement.
Life’s crust would be redubbed genetic code jumping.
I’ll admit this view
marshals over the property.
I should turn in my leasehold, ergo.
Not really, she said out loud, ahead of how I was supposed to know.
This was the first time.
There is urgency in ideas.
I live in an echo of a nation.
During the break we reached an agreement.
Life’s crust would be redubbed genetic code jumping.
I’ll admit this view
marshals over the property.
I should turn in my leasehold, ergo.
Not really, she said out loud, ahead of how I was supposed to know.
This was the first time.
132: I’d like to bend rules for a stretch to wipe within a finger painting
where we get dressed soberly for the a.m. sky out west —
It’s so cold here. A place for mourning w/ subdued hearts, rare
minerals that become tree colors we paint grey and black back east.
Your eyes I love, and they usher us
where full stars by your complexion and grace torment me more —
more than half the sun, more than half of heaven
as your eyes become your face.
where we get dressed soberly for the a.m. sky out west —
It’s so cold here. A place for mourning w/ subdued hearts, rare
minerals that become tree colors we paint grey and black back east.
Your eyes I love, and they usher us
where full stars by your complexion and grace torment me more —
more than half the sun, more than half of heaven
as your eyes become your face.
How may I help?
In robotic evolution there’s an i.d. crisis
as when who knows we’re taking these steps
on whose agenda? Eat and lose some weight?
Brooding Siri or I could use another i.d. for either of us. Or any of ours.
I used to have an ersatz power dependency that’s reasonable to regret. Even today.
Now I think it’s polite to say ‘power,’ not ‘ostentatious pensiveness’
replicated many times in mum succession.
In robotic evolution there’s an i.d. crisis
as when who knows we’re taking these steps
on whose agenda? Eat and lose some weight?
Brooding Siri or I could use another i.d. for either of us. Or any of ours.
I used to have an ersatz power dependency that’s reasonable to regret. Even today.
Now I think it’s polite to say ‘power,’ not ‘ostentatious pensiveness’
replicated many times in mum succession.
On mortality,
I’m a big baby. That’s a big b, for clarified as black-and gold pelage, married and vulnerable, exploring reiterations of my own duality.
I’m alive feeling the swansdown of DNA. Soon I’ll be comically dead — that’s married to a triplicate database — sinking into forest behavior, giving up fish, emotionally shot .. devoted to background intelligence in seamless disproportionality.
I’m a big baby. That’s a big b, for clarified as black-and gold pelage, married and vulnerable, exploring reiterations of my own duality.
I’m alive feeling the swansdown of DNA. Soon I’ll be comically dead — that’s married to a triplicate database — sinking into forest behavior, giving up fish, emotionally shot .. devoted to background intelligence in seamless disproportionality.
Social progress is depressed, a big abnormal mess, a product of one’s time. It wins all the half-eaten take-out left on the table. 40% made of obdurate hardly-ever voters like you and me. And how long can one live folding up conversation, conjecture perpetually minimalist verging on filth and circumstance? Who isn’t one?
3/6/19
In evolution we have an i.d. crisis
when who knows I’m doing this
for our agenda? How near the teary top we crate
handiwork, cover it with a power tarp, draining it all of weight?
I could use another i.d. if any of the artistry touches either of us. Or any of ours.
I used to have a power dependency that’s reasonable to regret.
I think it’s polite to say ‘power,’ not ‘ostentatious pensiveness’ boggling handiwork for ours.
when who knows I’m doing this
for our agenda? How near the teary top we crate
handiwork, cover it with a power tarp, draining it all of weight?
I could use another i.d. if any of the artistry touches either of us. Or any of ours.
I used to have a power dependency that’s reasonable to regret.
I think it’s polite to say ‘power,’ not ‘ostentatious pensiveness’ boggling handiwork for ours.
Rupert wants Trump:
Open secrets in plain sight, leaking greed.
2 leakers on the phenomenal make —
I want Trump to win a disgraceful country.
And I know trump.org’s Slavic pedigree.
Perjurious apparatchiks are back, too
(their children forget).
I’m not going anywhere. Despite my
Intelligence, Mr Kim promised me.
Open secrets in plain sight, leaking greed.
2 leakers on the phenomenal make —
I want Trump to win a disgraceful country.
And I know trump.org’s Slavic pedigree.
Perjurious apparatchiks are back, too
(their children forget).
I’m not going anywhere. Despite my
Intelligence, Mr Kim promised me.
101: It gave me hiccups when our best senses cooled down — praising silence long truant, still overdue.
Both our senses I reference, truth and beauty, in primary season.
And I’m back intermixing, fixing and lifting text, you in the foreground with answered memories. (“Make answer, Muse..” take everything.. need nothing.)
We grabbed the narrator (we couldn’t rule him out), staying blithe in the twin columns.
And I’m back intermixing, fixing and lifting text, you in the foreground with answered memories. (“Make answer, Muse..” take everything.. need nothing.)
We grabbed the narrator (we couldn’t rule him out), staying blithe in the twin columns.
My name isn’t terrestrial playwright with hunter sunglasses for nothing.
Retreating to circuit theater was predictable, finding
backwater exchange wears down seeing infrared.
Meeting up, we stand around,
crawl and cover gorged ground. A once frontier then.
Then what if our adaptations wear out on the ground? What
if our species’ reach, having pulled thru, pulled out?
Your criticism is premature.
Retreating to circuit theater was predictable, finding
backwater exchange wears down seeing infrared.
Meeting up, we stand around,
crawl and cover gorged ground. A once frontier then.
Then what if our adaptations wear out on the ground? What
if our species’ reach, having pulled thru, pulled out?
Your criticism is premature.
3/5/19
A Deux Magots adaptation:
Robots embrace the free market, it was announced in a penetrating tone,
a pale twist of drifting nothing. Blameless, nonetheless free of anguish for a moment. Free of a tendency section.
An old master picked that up from them.. ..wolves running through snow melting into wolves..
Robots embrace the free market, it was announced in a penetrating tone,
a pale twist of drifting nothing. Blameless, nonetheless free of anguish for a moment. Free of a tendency section.
An old master picked that up from them.. ..wolves running through snow melting into wolves..
We could see from a solid distance, your rakish note to yourself, you mixed mediums .. no parochial feculence.
We all have our own crowds. Mine relish lyricism mounting a central stairway. Sour notes suggest quick detours and offsides. A couple of hours pass. There’s been vintage aversion within the pulsar; around a corner noise from sirens lifts up the galaxy. Sunshine starts to feel like a slap in the face.
Milling around is jammed.
We all have our own crowds. Mine relish lyricism mounting a central stairway. Sour notes suggest quick detours and offsides. A couple of hours pass. There’s been vintage aversion within the pulsar; around a corner noise from sirens lifts up the galaxy. Sunshine starts to feel like a slap in the face.
Milling around is jammed.
No yet also yes to scoping life as a masterpiece, addressing a doormat standing an inch off the casing, or exposing every itch up your sleeve. Yes or no tempo of glyphic turmoil grounded into coinage and torpid incision in not one vowel or all 80 of them — 800, yes or no prophase for pensive description. No to yes there’s insatiable shine.
121: A friend writes, assurance from dharma augments the sport of being & extends
to reproach general evil and non absence : I am & all men are not that bad, not that vile
if we can reckon against deadline and accelerate just pleasures, and ok —
my feeling mind has a point & others see it.
I may count my own thoughts, not others’ eyes —
I think it good I am that I am.
to reproach general evil and non absence : I am & all men are not that bad, not that vile
if we can reckon against deadline and accelerate just pleasures, and ok —
my feeling mind has a point & others see it.
I may count my own thoughts, not others’ eyes —
I think it good I am that I am.
Hands are everything.
That was past conjecture; ever since
The evidence upsurges when language retires.
His eyes & yours fill with manpower.
Your brain stores all kinds of pleasure. & his the same.
A genome led you to him..
He smiles with no doubts about your bluffing kowtow & innocence
— nothing to discredit &
...no hell to pay! ... the rain keeps raising rules of thumb, bringing it all back.
That was past conjecture; ever since
The evidence upsurges when language retires.
His eyes & yours fill with manpower.
Your brain stores all kinds of pleasure. & his the same.
A genome led you to him..
He smiles with no doubts about your bluffing kowtow & innocence
— nothing to discredit &
...no hell to pay! ... the rain keeps raising rules of thumb, bringing it all back.
3/4/19
My name isn’t terrestrial playwright with hunter sunglasses for nothing.
Retreating to circuit theater is a bore, finding
backwater exchange wears down seeing infrared.
Meeting up, we stand around,
crawl and cover gorged ground. A once frontier then.
Then what if our adaptations wear out on the ground? What
if our species’ reach, having pulled thru, pulled out.
That’ll be the day to bring a guest for the ride!
Retreating to circuit theater is a bore, finding
backwater exchange wears down seeing infrared.
Meeting up, we stand around,
crawl and cover gorged ground. A once frontier then.
Then what if our adaptations wear out on the ground? What
if our species’ reach, having pulled thru, pulled out.
That’ll be the day to bring a guest for the ride!
Keep secrets in brackets to float free.
Free momentarily. Here [or t]here — volatility models! according to our genes spreading, vocalism in a sense. We’re beaming them and their feelings up with unknown and hidden risks — fat chance shifting their weight brings in slimmer odds.
All or nothing, win and lose on cue.
Free momentarily. Here [or t]here — volatility models! according to our genes spreading, vocalism in a sense. We’re beaming them and their feelings up with unknown and hidden risks — fat chance shifting their weight brings in slimmer odds.
All or nothing, win and lose on cue.
Dawn. I thought I wouldn’t get back to sleep.
I was going to call it “Draped Profile.”
Held from both sides.
Distinguished in feel. “Pronounce it.”
That’s good.
Now draw the strings. Ok
— what do you know!
It goes off the air base,
Hard to shovel, soft to fall
White, blue, pale
— lavish as to give each pause
Whose button is whoosh
In your face but shiny.
I was going to call it “Draped Profile.”
Held from both sides.
Distinguished in feel. “Pronounce it.”
That’s good.
Now draw the strings. Ok
— what do you know!
It goes off the air base,
Hard to shovel, soft to fall
White, blue, pale
— lavish as to give each pause
Whose button is whoosh
In your face but shiny.
Notes on Expressionism:
Ridiculed by sycophants & inferiors, RM Rilke talked to whom?
I rank his output very high, filled in with energy
off the scale, 9 plus or more to exaggerate
(if I could, hmm).
Duino. No lacunae needed, Rilke’s asyntacity sets an extreme standard atop
a maximally tall order, looking down over his sprawling,
immersive, dark & smoky project-for-good, 10 or higher.
— Empress Eugenie
Ridiculed by sycophants & inferiors, RM Rilke talked to whom?
I rank his output very high, filled in with energy
off the scale, 9 plus or more to exaggerate
(if I could, hmm).
Duino. No lacunae needed, Rilke’s asyntacity sets an extreme standard atop
a maximally tall order, looking down over his sprawling,
immersive, dark & smoky project-for-good, 10 or higher.
— Empress Eugenie
111: Before I turn into another cure of yours, yours for my sake, i.e., I assure you a corrective hand took away anything too crafty in my nature... I am more receptive to work now and long subdued from harm, far and away.. at last ah! nothing bitter, I’m your willing patient (almost). Fortunes, manners, means, everything doubly correct and subdued. Pity in that sense our infection and bad deeds, guilt, nothing else — the die cast.
Everyone needs a secret life.
I got the idea from going to church.
Am not believing this.
Visuals like abstract fog formally at odds in empty parts,
split seconds in a bigger blank with no data.
A bog of cloudburst capsizes, disabused of cloud,
blending in, no longer exterior to land
untrusted and re-tenured, a heavy precip
snapping into randomness.
I got the idea from going to church.
Am not believing this.
Visuals like abstract fog formally at odds in empty parts,
split seconds in a bigger blank with no data.
A bog of cloudburst capsizes, disabused of cloud,
blending in, no longer exterior to land
untrusted and re-tenured, a heavy precip
snapping into randomness.
The if-movement (aspiration) can be thought
a saga you (like any of us) can pump off & on — so on
-coming then coming clean is another part of closeness.
Later, new police! [talk of paranoia...]
I flash forward to some new policing. And I’ve never been more uplifted, more unnerved by an against-type chamber piece somberly floating in fun insight, now audible signs of history, of intention, preparing us for a fixed melody with renewed power.
Unless there is nowhere else.
a saga you (like any of us) can pump off & on — so on
-coming then coming clean is another part of closeness.
Later, new police! [talk of paranoia...]
I flash forward to some new policing. And I’ve never been more uplifted, more unnerved by an against-type chamber piece somberly floating in fun insight, now audible signs of history, of intention, preparing us for a fixed melody with renewed power.
Unless there is nowhere else.
3/3/19
I’m drunk on uses of empathy and bounce. Or plans change.
Universality is homesick, having lived off the nice laws of physics. But not now, it’s daybreak —
Conditions look staggered, off-ivory — wanting the universe (I do), a profane
absurd Rubik of dawn’s color range,
yet how far & vast connivance
liberates the universe to put aside laws and whiffs of disuse.
Universality is homesick, having lived off the nice laws of physics. But not now, it’s daybreak —
Conditions look staggered, off-ivory — wanting the universe (I do), a profane
absurd Rubik of dawn’s color range,
yet how far & vast connivance
liberates the universe to put aside laws and whiffs of disuse.
’Recursive perception‘ —
For your birthday (bleak as mine, too) I came straight from the agency, this text’s agility welded to the dirty space in which I wrote “Potential as Pretext in Recursive Perception and Action,” which seemed all I wanted to think of, ambiguously, in pastels.
It was everything.
Poetics process stuff. Ketchupy.
The coast is never clear, fat boy...
A whole new side to nuts & tightening bolts, narrow & soothing in the center, along with holding on 100% — inflatable as you lay back in a blank whisper, clear in the nick of it.
For your birthday (bleak as mine, too) I came straight from the agency, this text’s agility welded to the dirty space in which I wrote “Potential as Pretext in Recursive Perception and Action,” which seemed all I wanted to think of, ambiguously, in pastels.
It was everything.
Poetics process stuff. Ketchupy.
The coast is never clear, fat boy...
A whole new side to nuts & tightening bolts, narrow & soothing in the center, along with holding on 100% — inflatable as you lay back in a blank whisper, clear in the nick of it.
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