Tons of special forces in silhouette .. polished in water .. on day one we’d .. imagine them on caress trails.
We’ll correct everything near the top of the grade filling in ahead with capacitance-assistants, converted
Theorists of a visually astute world culture (camaraderie). They propose and maintain bestiaries wholly populated by good, details aside. After dark trials.
8/31/19
Something else came up. Anthropomorphism.
And what’s not mentioned expands 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 or remedial —
I have the same trouble when I shop for oil and details —
past the details and expanse of the seven seas.
And what’s not mentioned expands 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 or remedial —
I have the same trouble when I shop for oil and details —
past the details and expanse of the seven seas.
A disheartening work pile supposes its completion. A muse speaks up, tho, in dialog enhancer
mode, increasing the volume a good amount.
We have to stop adjusting the margins for your meadow voice,
for giving up missing your skin
...a good amount ...meaning?
That would be as far as I get
with you so solid a wonder, ending our aversion to infinity.
mode, increasing the volume a good amount.
We have to stop adjusting the margins for your meadow voice,
for giving up missing your skin
...a good amount ...meaning?
That would be as far as I get
with you so solid a wonder, ending our aversion to infinity.
At speech therapy you wear wet marks under your shirt — there you go — sent,
Slotted for long scream divisions raising heads and
.. bright debate
Drawing boundaries along dark areas of youthful propaganda. And ..
Our dual-cosmos line of argument self-inflates as a weather injector, fouling the atmosphere into Beirut colors, pebble and pale lucent grays.
At this point, colors burn up, each measurement raging over acres of matrices, giving more access to haystacks you call the multiverse, which looks most imprisoned now.
Slotted for long scream divisions raising heads and
.. bright debate
Drawing boundaries along dark areas of youthful propaganda. And ..
Our dual-cosmos line of argument self-inflates as a weather injector, fouling the atmosphere into Beirut colors, pebble and pale lucent grays.
At this point, colors burn up, each measurement raging over acres of matrices, giving more access to haystacks you call the multiverse, which looks most imprisoned now.
Note: It’s impossible to separate understatement from early programmed utterance; both are newborn in an admissible sense, pitch. So that’s how pretending v coming close can be felt, my sovereign.
Next, an inevitable database advances to burn out your swing — try living on meeting death half-way hapless (and deceitful), sensing value contingent. Warning: The underground minimizes special-purpose thinking within a dominant tribal identity or trance. The opium is waiting, on a bender. What comes first is calm to recover and / or replace each close-to-noble escape route on ahead.
Next, an inevitable database advances to burn out your swing — try living on meeting death half-way hapless (and deceitful), sensing value contingent. Warning: The underground minimizes special-purpose thinking within a dominant tribal identity or trance. The opium is waiting, on a bender. What comes first is calm to recover and / or replace each close-to-noble escape route on ahead.
In a Deux Magots adaptation
robots embrace the free market. This was pronounced in penetrating tones
over a pale rain of weather tariffs and theater buzz. Blameless, nonetheless free of anguish for a moment yet drifters in their virtual doubt.. ..there’s enterprise in others’ victimhood, each higher up robot will argue going forward.
robots embrace the free market. This was pronounced in penetrating tones
over a pale rain of weather tariffs and theater buzz. Blameless, nonetheless free of anguish for a moment yet drifters in their virtual doubt.. ..there’s enterprise in others’ victimhood, each higher up robot will argue going forward.
8/30/19
In a gift economy we learn from our failures, suppressing change. Who can ever say what happened that day but I know we slept over because there was a soft (soft on the ears) mattress to lie on.
Statues toppled. Fewer of them are needed.
The mime sequence where you spoke out was long-term spoofy, spoofy a word that restrains others. More, there was a modulator from a board of moderation. Our Behaviorist host.
Statues toppled. Fewer of them are needed.
The mime sequence where you spoke out was long-term spoofy, spoofy a word that restrains others. More, there was a modulator from a board of moderation. Our Behaviorist host.
A disheartening work pile supposes its completion. A muse speaks up, tho, in dialog enhancer
mode, increasing the volume a good amount.
We have to stop adjusting the margins for your meadow voice,
for giving up missing your skin
...a good amount ...meaning?
That would be as far as I get
with you so solid a wonder, ending our aversion to infinity.
mode, increasing the volume a good amount.
We have to stop adjusting the margins for your meadow voice,
for giving up missing your skin
...a good amount ...meaning?
That would be as far as I get
with you so solid a wonder, ending our aversion to infinity.
Attention.
As you advance, there are four surveillance cultures from which to plagiarize a response, while materials become more complex, building on what’s been put into the record.
Is that all you’re having for dinner? Explanations that transform?
One will need a clearer message for individual agency on the descent. There’s no humor in discretion. No wind in your hair makes us sick.
As you advance, there are four surveillance cultures from which to plagiarize a response, while materials become more complex, building on what’s been put into the record.
Is that all you’re having for dinner? Explanations that transform?
One will need a clearer message for individual agency on the descent. There’s no humor in discretion. No wind in your hair makes us sick.
118: Kissing is poison. It makes appetites cloying. It’s bad for you
but I wasn’t. Then came anticipating imitation .. goodness, a sort of I-actually-miss-you ..
Diseased, sick of you kissing where you are so blatantly filled with my anticipating your love spreading everywhere completely negating its purpose — needing starlight at the edge of freakonomics in a Flemish-like world, a healthful state of illuminating my bitter departure from what is present in our original experience. Even so, actually, thanks.
Athens is the cradle of alpha reality
Hip, stolid, ordered smooth, unruffled for the taking.
I got married however without knowing the side effects.
The light darkens. I hate Greece.
It’s official, we’re its colony.
Ah, #36, latecomer to the cultural line, all time subservience.
(It’s not easy being special.)
Hip, stolid, ordered smooth, unruffled for the taking.
I got married however without knowing the side effects.
The light darkens. I hate Greece.
It’s official, we’re its colony.
Ah, #36, latecomer to the cultural line, all time subservience.
(It’s not easy being special.)
The air is sawed off, wishy and doing better. We were dangerous, once.
Smooth rhetoric is purely blur. It’s too late to make it sparse. Now we’re appalled. Even our restraint is wishy for its own sake.
We could see from a solid distance, your rakish notes to yourself, you mixed mediums .. no shit. None of mine.
As I understand it the exact second you insert the first-person, rotary forces of moral density will drill several meters down underground, a strafed, ethical spectacle falling into proverbial and natural coherence like mumps, something you never saw and you never will, you gestalt freak.
Smooth rhetoric is purely blur. It’s too late to make it sparse. Now we’re appalled. Even our restraint is wishy for its own sake.
We could see from a solid distance, your rakish notes to yourself, you mixed mediums .. no shit. None of mine.
As I understand it the exact second you insert the first-person, rotary forces of moral density will drill several meters down underground, a strafed, ethical spectacle falling into proverbial and natural coherence like mumps, something you never saw and you never will, you gestalt freak.
8/29/19
*
Come on, don’t let me down.
Someday all this will be yours. A few
City blocks that lean socialist, an oblique, neat,
Untapped atmosphere w/ corners of slovenly
Housekeeping and, worse, earnest alignment,
Reading strung out everywhere. Living
Nonchronologically simulates the senses; these new scents
Went in circles as tho undressing.. sidestepping
Into some prowess of floating rare, unquietly new —
Come on, don’t let me down.
Someday all this will be yours. A few
City blocks that lean socialist, an oblique, neat,
Untapped atmosphere w/ corners of slovenly
Housekeeping and, worse, earnest alignment,
Reading strung out everywhere. Living
Nonchronologically simulates the senses; these new scents
Went in circles as tho undressing.. sidestepping
Into some prowess of floating rare, unquietly new —
Marriage season. The mood passes, theory laden. From desolating satire to
Constant assumptions you parrot for executive control.
Who designs your utterances? Finitism Holding firm in the wilds where signaling is slowly ignited
“In the slumbering gaze” parallel kill and be killed, united obliteration.
Constant assumptions you parrot for executive control.
Who designs your utterances? Finitism Holding firm in the wilds where signaling is slowly ignited
“In the slumbering gaze” parallel kill and be killed, united obliteration.
What’s curious?
Casual dishonesty &
Engineered simplicity hold altho
Taken whole:
“Give in, stet it.”
(There’s a new policy to highlight deletions.)
I’m waving on the stet’s behalf,
Taken your lead. Word processing in Palatino sans
All the time, staggering onto nonfiction.
Tomorrow I
Tap out more deletions, quote, I’ll forget to close —
Casual dishonesty &
Engineered simplicity hold altho
Taken whole:
“Give in, stet it.”
(There’s a new policy to highlight deletions.)
I’m waving on the stet’s behalf,
Taken your lead. Word processing in Palatino sans
All the time, staggering onto nonfiction.
Tomorrow I
Tap out more deletions, quote, I’ll forget to close —
We can demolish only one artificiality
At a time. Not a toy, not you, not me. One’s an example of enterprise.
One doesn’t love you or me. One loves what we do.
One’s a learner but more a surferdude lover. We intervene first, only once.
Remember, all our troubles disappear.
You’re almost naked. You’re my business.
There is no circling the rink, tho.
No complaints or sworn declarations,
No closure nor irresolution —
There’s not a single cudgel you can wield;
We’ve lost your 名刺 and your 名前.
At a time. Not a toy, not you, not me. One’s an example of enterprise.
One doesn’t love you or me. One loves what we do.
One’s a learner but more a surferdude lover. We intervene first, only once.
Remember, all our troubles disappear.
You’re almost naked. You’re my business.
There is no circling the rink, tho.
No complaints or sworn declarations,
No closure nor irresolution —
There’s not a single cudgel you can wield;
We’ve lost your 名刺 and your 名前.
74: I agree to your bail. Security should have conducted a more scholarly pat down.
We are under arrest but you’ve lost nothing. You’re mine.
Ten to one, better parts of our street rep show up in literature and data tracking. Faint Milano opera on one receiver as a memorial.
When you have a chance to review, I think this will be due you. Layers of my spirit are made yours & any remains have no life to leap to, no death, either — carried away then having some interest in what’s going down on this wretched yet contented earth, all it contains, even this line.
We are under arrest but you’ve lost nothing. You’re mine.
Ten to one, better parts of our street rep show up in literature and data tracking. Faint Milano opera on one receiver as a memorial.
When you have a chance to review, I think this will be due you. Layers of my spirit are made yours & any remains have no life to leap to, no death, either — carried away then having some interest in what’s going down on this wretched yet contented earth, all it contains, even this line.
Remember about now we compile devices with motives, in effect, soft flickers of syntax, rather than comments — good (half-)thoughts spidered into hind & arm pins and something more. Get to resolute joy nodes, a punching bag of well refined tricks, compressed — holding you in my super afterthoughts.
Check the front seat glowing with our golden characters. In other manners, hold your breath.
Check the front seat glowing with our golden characters. In other manners, hold your breath.
This is a short study. Or it was. Youth is that impressionable.
Ultra blurry, anamorphic, sung movement bound by writing it down — it occurs in the latest forms of repayment,
— you
weigh nothing in and get no credit, no
spectral, tiny swaggering to cash in.
As it comes to end, there’s a substitution agreement containing someone to look up to
along with me, in force, pulled on from inside.
— or yeah, pulled awake more than once w/ a face, a filled out line. Then lines. Smiling lessons.
Ultra blurry, anamorphic, sung movement bound by writing it down — it occurs in the latest forms of repayment,
— you
weigh nothing in and get no credit, no
spectral, tiny swaggering to cash in.
As it comes to end, there’s a substitution agreement containing someone to look up to
along with me, in force, pulled on from inside.
— or yeah, pulled awake more than once w/ a face, a filled out line. Then lines. Smiling lessons.
8/28/19
I’m dating other cast members while I go thru systems
as in your own speech act II.
We’ve gone over this.
You look great in text, available when I promise not to rewrite.
Before I’m never to see you again of course there’s a way unfolding since the Enlightenment to take you out, shake you tamed,
Dart
as in your own speech act II.
We’ve gone over this.
You look great in text, available when I promise not to rewrite.
Before I’m never to see you again of course there’s a way unfolding since the Enlightenment to take you out, shake you tamed,
Dart
A private-public distinction (extension 8)
No longer limits outcomes for a buffered work force.
Keeping your prosody up
giving empathy, suffering distress,
You write in my agenda,
A vapidly growing ‘fortune’
Once I launch it —
I got married however without knowing the side effects
— wait, I forgot why you called.
No longer limits outcomes for a buffered work force.
Keeping your prosody up
giving empathy, suffering distress,
You write in my agenda,
A vapidly growing ‘fortune’
Once I launch it —
I got married however without knowing the side effects
— wait, I forgot why you called.
Well, I knew m’lord was a prevaricating, bloodlust child — the writs of Rolfe d’Hampole had warned — unceasing sycophant, his incarnadine shadow spilt down dim stairwells to redden more, divagating before oak branches in nightfall, exhorter of few changes, hardly any.
Not a koan
(how could
it
be impaled?)
— religious type, agnostic,
he and child both listened to reason while a temple friend sliced
off a nipple. It was the middle way,
enlightenment simplified, spelling it out.
Lightning over fog. Over ravines. Knower and the known, all branches, all matter —
A sweet industrial morsel went for all 3 doors assuming no threshold ahead where materiality can’t exist. No dissonance, no interruption.
These ways could also be the middle
as Buddha and Buddhists are different things.
Not a koan
(how could
it
be impaled?)
— religious type, agnostic,
he and child both listened to reason while a temple friend sliced
off a nipple. It was the middle way,
enlightenment simplified, spelling it out.
Lightning over fog. Over ravines. Knower and the known, all branches, all matter —
A sweet industrial morsel went for all 3 doors assuming no threshold ahead where materiality can’t exist. No dissonance, no interruption.
These ways could also be the middle
as Buddha and Buddhists are different things.
49: Let me hold you ... better not, I’m a defect in future law against your time.
If ever that time comes within my own knowledge, no, I’ll know
love is no more or less 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 more or less 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.
Blackened windows:
We know we don’t know
Facts are a marketplace,
A rendezvous to encapsulate sleights of tongue.
I’ll have sherry Pepsi. And just the sardines.
I’m sorry this happened. I was going to stay
from the moment we set the stage squinting within representation,
getting some miles in, taking them on board, putting them in mind
of a menial photorealism.
We know we don’t know
Facts are a marketplace,
A rendezvous to encapsulate sleights of tongue.
I’ll have sherry Pepsi. And just the sardines.
I’m sorry this happened. I was going to stay
from the moment we set the stage squinting within representation,
getting some miles in, taking them on board, putting them in mind
of a menial photorealism.
8/27/19
Violence takes over. Breathtaking.
Auto-electrocuted. But calmed down. No more tv, due to sore thumbs. There’s a dual nature of justice going around in “resentment and forgiveness” with high notes we won’t deflate. My muggy, fantastic tenor, jittery, soundless often, active against the v meme. But I reach points at which violence is traceable and draws me in.
Auto-electrocuted. But calmed down. No more tv, due to sore thumbs. There’s a dual nature of justice going around in “resentment and forgiveness” with high notes we won’t deflate. My muggy, fantastic tenor, jittery, soundless often, active against the v meme. But I reach points at which violence is traceable and draws me in.
Cupid fell into swelter in untamed aromas
that led his black olive dogs to you, making clear
Cupid when in a blouse, Cupid’s blank stare =
a blast furnace expending heat.
Cupid pulls the curtains to reveal the street, dog-permitted
hauteur, outside where pet people pass by in walk-on roles.
One doesn’t know any more
if there are good times or bad ahead of gunfire.
that led his black olive dogs to you, making clear
Cupid when in a blouse, Cupid’s blank stare =
a blast furnace expending heat.
Cupid pulls the curtains to reveal the street, dog-permitted
hauteur, outside where pet people pass by in walk-on roles.
One doesn’t know any more
if there are good times or bad ahead of gunfire.
39: Sing how in your absence, thoughts on love hint of sour leisure and torment. To live in deception seemed brilliant manners far back, before today. Thought of that now is oblique, divided but pointedly, singly alive.
One difference as you sing — you are the better part of me who changes — I’ll praise you then praising me.
Even divided we’re the same. We live to entertain others thinking back to our love. Still there’s the separation. I dream w/ you alone.. as you sing.
One difference as you sing — you are the better part of me who changes — I’ll praise you then praising me.
Even divided we’re the same. We live to entertain others thinking back to our love. Still there’s the separation. I dream w/ you alone.. as you sing.
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 coming skies. Scentless discomfort, too.
8/26/19
1st proponents of holding go on.
Sometimes when a slob takes over
For seconds, sloppy seconds — versus
Achieving something.. Babylonians counted a lot.
We remember them for progress.
2019 now in a back position that puts
Shame to shame. My right.
You’re wrong, 2 new tattoos,
Change your name. You
Can move on and do independently produced things.
We talked about this on video
Last night.
Sometimes when a slob takes over
For seconds, sloppy seconds — versus
Achieving something.. Babylonians counted a lot.
We remember them for progress.
2019 now in a back position that puts
Shame to shame. My right.
You’re wrong, 2 new tattoos,
Change your name. You
Can move on and do independently produced things.
We talked about this on video
Last night.
Without counsel, full consent is a slog.
You trust yourself by age 600 satisfied
Euclidean space holds the blueprints to make home ec more efficient.
That was before you were reborn or uninvented.
Lack of novelty set in. You had no modesty issues.
You have none now, none detected, and fewer and fewer policy goals.
You change your shirt, put your weight behind an outline (a study)
— on one on one galvanized love that escalates knowledge, utter
Formalities therein documented by the self-styled mind’s eye,
so fine a point kept on balance / in suspense —
You trust yourself by age 600 satisfied
Euclidean space holds the blueprints to make home ec more efficient.
That was before you were reborn or uninvented.
Lack of novelty set in. You had no modesty issues.
You have none now, none detected, and fewer and fewer policy goals.
You change your shirt, put your weight behind an outline (a study)
— on one on one galvanized love that escalates knowledge, utter
Formalities therein documented by the self-styled mind’s eye,
so fine a point kept on balance / in suspense —
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.
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.
Anthropology won.
Nobody trusts perception, eh?
Tho moral bases are a panorama
your joy leads to ‘representative fantasy’ or a good
facsimile apposite the perceived, blocking open
view, requiring accommodation to time squeezes that appear
on purpose, tho cyclical. Conflict tho evil
lends focus to self regard and moving on — moving collegially.
This is one potential utility of bachelorhood.
Tho moral bases are a panorama
your joy leads to ‘representative fantasy’ or a good
facsimile apposite the perceived, blocking open
view, requiring accommodation to time squeezes that appear
on purpose, tho cyclical. Conflict tho evil
lends focus to self regard and moving on — moving collegially.
This is one potential utility of bachelorhood.
I’m auditing theses in time or opinion
For an interpretive opera about local accents.
I listen for: Ya,
It’s a question of escalating to inhabit received logic.
I’mretracting what I think I hear, why ya, I’m
Concentrating on songs from colors, naming touching sounds.
Oblique accents patrol in symmetry, in a body
Like yours, pushing the most obvious among woken arts, song
Gripping you, on slanted footing under your influence.
Ha baby.
For an interpretive opera about local accents.
I listen for: Ya,
It’s a question of escalating to inhabit received logic.
I’mretracting what I think I hear, why ya, I’m
Concentrating on songs from colors, naming touching sounds.
Oblique accents patrol in symmetry, in a body
Like yours, pushing the most obvious among woken arts, song
Gripping you, on slanted footing under your influence.
Ha baby.
8/25/19
Alfred Starr Hamilton has been on poets’ short lists at the balcony edge for 40 or more years, but he’s undergoing “rediscovery.” A stack of Hamilton’s letters to the Montclair police is “the year’s least likely literary find.” The letter excerpted in The Times reads like poetry. For counters of endurable fame, it’s another 15 minutes.
— August, 2010
— August, 2010
You don’t even have to be interesting.
T hat doesn’t sound right.
Always repeat what appeals to you.
I’m captioning this Token Austerity, sleep-laden.
Copy-fitting is more profitable than deep discounts.
W e need to see everything before it’s retouched out.
This is a new policy to block deletions that go missing.
T hat doesn’t sound right.
Always repeat what appeals to you.
I’m captioning this Token Austerity, sleep-laden.
Copy-fitting is more profitable than deep discounts.
W e need to see everything before it’s retouched out.
This is a new policy to block deletions that go missing.
The same self-referenced music and books,
Ah blizzard.
Can you come up with sardonic threads?
The Buffalo of paradise could be Pasadena out in the old wild .. What?
There I died of Abilify and became a robotic afterthought —
ever since I’ve been threaded with ..
imitative silence in the eco-sleep aisle. Reading less now and more.
Donald Sutherland’s bio is on me — on my mind, just to be clear.
Does or did he mention lutefisk — fish jellied in lye? Not sure.
Ah blizzard.
Can you come up with sardonic threads?
The Buffalo of paradise could be Pasadena out in the old wild .. What?
There I died of Abilify and became a robotic afterthought —
ever since I’ve been threaded with ..
imitative silence in the eco-sleep aisle. Reading less now and more.
Donald Sutherland’s bio is on me — on my mind, just to be clear.
Does or did he mention lutefisk — fish jellied in lye? Not sure.
A dead friend has helped me collect a few tropes. Am I nervous?
It’s a fashion wife swap. The house is
scented with a feeling that’s recreational and that one is god’s fave.
So no, not nervous. Back to you, friend —
Impersonators write in a fraught cycle of ceaseless panic.
Not yours, happily. Mr Verbose.
It’s a fashion wife swap. The house is
scented with a feeling that’s recreational and that one is god’s fave.
So no, not nervous. Back to you, friend —
Impersonators write in a fraught cycle of ceaseless panic.
Not yours, happily. Mr Verbose.
109: Mind and body worship is vicarious, false of heart before conforming to a belief system to qualify. As for my soul, I’m too ugly to be molested. It’s true.
But I like meeting new people and having life changing sex. Sex — that would be the interior storm window into progress, the sum of time — not with the time exchange of only the preposterously good but also frail kinds of blood, yet the sum of good. Hoarse for weeks.
But I like meeting new people and having life changing sex. Sex — that would be the interior storm window into progress, the sum of time — not with the time exchange of only the preposterously good but also frail kinds of blood, yet the sum of good. Hoarse for weeks.
I am is still here, the body’s purring could not be put off. (One dissipates the other.) And one sorority reviews egg whites in their spare, bubbly zeal to outpace an apparatus (not properly issued to commentary).
*
Wrong. Constantly wrong. (Seriously? But why is identity.)
[...can’t stop it...through
language [going in] [out...] cheesy time lapses in which [animating backward] speech & narrative continuity become incrementally
transformed into deep structure affixing Old Norse phonemes to nonobserving verbs. ]
That far down is how my head is cleared.
Still if we had grounds I’d subside higher up having you weed out caution.
I call this on leaving you.
*
Wrong. Constantly wrong. (Seriously? But why is identity.)
[...can’t stop it...through
language [going in] [out...] cheesy time lapses in which [animating backward] speech & narrative continuity become incrementally
transformed into deep structure affixing Old Norse phonemes to nonobserving verbs. ]
That far down is how my head is cleared.
Still if we had grounds I’d subside higher up having you weed out caution.
I call this on leaving you.
8/24/19
Credo: You’re good doing this.
Just
Report to command centers for the new pricing, lest
Misery and universality look a lot better. Go. Fees balanced. Get out!
After.. there are vector
Utilities (direct flares) for expressing blinking enzymes. I believe we never saw them before.
Burn, turn, run away
Suffering coincidence in time
To hit the meaning of just whose future is come..
Just
Report to command centers for the new pricing, lest
Misery and universality look a lot better. Go. Fees balanced. Get out!
After.. there are vector
Utilities (direct flares) for expressing blinking enzymes. I believe we never saw them before.
Burn, turn, run away
Suffering coincidence in time
To hit the meaning of just whose future is come..
Artifice, craft, life are short and drive you all over.
Out of yourself
Making out, I can drop the question and have a look-see as our morals scatter. Behind artifice there’s an interaction lab.
Behind life, a free agnosticism. Easy sway.
Non-interference takes charge, under which an authentic deadline will take shape, the last phase of withdrawal from our deadlock with future attributes.
Out of yourself
Making out, I can drop the question and have a look-see as our morals scatter. Behind artifice there’s an interaction lab.
Behind life, a free agnosticism. Easy sway.
Non-interference takes charge, under which an authentic deadline will take shape, the last phase of withdrawal from our deadlock with future attributes.
4: Unthrifty = extravagant; nothing = nothing.
To traffic in deception, record your writing. Take fast notes
.. and I’m being frank, beauty lent to you
will oppose given facts of previous loveliness gone unused —
a perplexed legacy taken outside why or what’s acceptable
to audit profit and thrift. I’m lending you
my saddle for your extrication from delirium ..
Love whom else? Is it largess for me or you to go free? In a coin flip, we
traffic with fog to bequest lilac-dark in the air
spending upon you and me
so great a denatured octagonal gloom
by our own natures, sum of sums, we must take our notes alone.
To traffic in deception, record your writing. Take fast notes
.. and I’m being frank, beauty lent to you
will oppose given facts of previous loveliness gone unused —
a perplexed legacy taken outside why or what’s acceptable
to audit profit and thrift. I’m lending you
my saddle for your extrication from delirium ..
Love whom else? Is it largess for me or you to go free? In a coin flip, we
traffic with fog to bequest lilac-dark in the air
spending upon you and me
so great a denatured octagonal gloom
by our own natures, sum of sums, we must take our notes alone.
Frame: A diminished mood will be buoyed by scatterings of photos and books, many unread. Cast more atextual sources our way as fodder for your new faculties for text, new ontological components for bringing up temp and humidity composing, as well as subprocesses harder to isolate and observe as they flood into short term memory. Keep the Fed in balance for two (or three of you, as many as you like). Liberal arts breaks further from esthetic scholasticism, inventing new suppositions for research and intimacy. After government, wiry empirical jolts, with semblances of enmeshment in a readymade mood and control structure parallel to voc ed for poetics; appliance hint: metronome.
8/23/19
Top of the moment — I saw your approaching motion
my once satellite du monde in real vacuum.
Now you’re smiling, shhh — more observant, with a more observant love.
Still flush — yes, feels.. not useless..
It feels like impossible.
Likely, the point becomes welcoming
hands that boss
parliament
maneuvers. Point taken. Explanation intact.
my once satellite du monde in real vacuum.
Now you’re smiling, shhh — more observant, with a more observant love.
Still flush — yes, feels.. not useless..
It feels like impossible.
Likely, the point becomes welcoming
hands that boss
parliament
maneuvers. Point taken. Explanation intact.
To protect yourself from a wrong-headed (naïve) build-up and still call your portrait “transactional,” limit data to expedient production from self-contrived ideology. Bleed into history. Kindly avoid defining parts that are obscure or complex.
Maybe not. I admire a text of contradictions. By submerged glaciated valleys Neanderthals constructed runes in two rings of deliberately broken stalagmites, 400 per ring.
An elegant sleight to impress their Icelandic hosts by workshopping them into volunteer flotation gear.
Maybe not. I admire a text of contradictions. By submerged glaciated valleys Neanderthals constructed runes in two rings of deliberately broken stalagmites, 400 per ring.
An elegant sleight to impress their Icelandic hosts by workshopping them into volunteer flotation gear.
99: Stay on the hunt, tough to please, speculate (ouch)
even as vengeful tectonic plates jump over
our fears, shame and despair.
Annexed to you, a purple violet seems grossly dyed, your soft cheek
raining havoc for lilies.. marjoram, my love’s breath, your breath. (Uh.) Here’s where you and I lose the scent. Ever
-yone does. Clouded (ouch)
flames ennoble the sky to blush through
my love’s veins, your hands, both of us among thorns ..
condemned for pride, I’m going on all nerves stolen from you.
even as vengeful tectonic plates jump over
our fears, shame and despair.
Annexed to you, a purple violet seems grossly dyed, your soft cheek
raining havoc for lilies.. marjoram, my love’s breath, your breath. (Uh.) Here’s where you and I lose the scent. Ever
-yone does. Clouded (ouch)
flames ennoble the sky to blush through
my love’s veins, your hands, both of us among thorns ..
condemned for pride, I’m going on all nerves stolen from you.
My statement is enclosed.
I use two-way ideas, to scale.
The scale keeps rubbing out features. I have no modesty issues, say, none detected, fewer and fewer policy goals.
Soon we relaxed our balance to parry something (or perhaps 2 things) that once seemed clear enough, but not now, here we are...
like 2 radical vapors, untitled moods.
Speaking of like, make your counter statement universal for a generalist like me.
I use two-way ideas, to scale.
The scale keeps rubbing out features. I have no modesty issues, say, none detected, fewer and fewer policy goals.
Soon we relaxed our balance to parry something (or perhaps 2 things) that once seemed clear enough, but not now, here we are...
like 2 radical vapors, untitled moods.
Speaking of like, make your counter statement universal for a generalist like me.
I’m auditing theses in time or opinion.
An interpretive opera about local accents.
I listen for: Ya,
It’s a question of escalating to inhabit received logic.
I’mretracting what I think I hear, why ya, I’m
Concentrating on songs of colors, naming touching sounds.
Oblique accents patrolled in symmetry, a body
Like yours, pushing the most obvious among woken arts, song
gripping you, on slanted footing under your influence.
Ha baby.
An interpretive opera about local accents.
I listen for: Ya,
It’s a question of escalating to inhabit received logic.
I’mretracting what I think I hear, why ya, I’m
Concentrating on songs of colors, naming touching sounds.
Oblique accents patrolled in symmetry, a body
Like yours, pushing the most obvious among woken arts, song
gripping you, on slanted footing under your influence.
Ha baby.
8/22/19
Your snobbishness killed us, them.
No monks wrote the inscription for our ashes, reading: Just because we’re not there to floodlight what we know from swimming exhausted doesn’t mean we weren’t Bodhis / each physique w/ hammer in hand. Nailing our souls together takes a moment of our lives that we don’t have, don’t love, don’t rate.
Whatever takes substance and breadth, we’re not doing it!
No monks wrote the inscription for our ashes, reading: Just because we’re not there to floodlight what we know from swimming exhausted doesn’t mean we weren’t Bodhis / each physique w/ hammer in hand. Nailing our souls together takes a moment of our lives that we don’t have, don’t love, don’t rate.
Whatever takes substance and breadth, we’re not doing it!
A disheartening work pile supposes its completion. Angels speak up, tho, in dialog enhancer mode. Voice rates increase a good amount.
We get to a point where we have to stop adjusting the margins for voice from shrine–y meadows,
for giving up missing your skin
...a good amount, meaning?
That would be as thematic as I get
with you so solid a wonder.
We get to a point where we have to stop adjusting the margins for voice from shrine–y meadows,
for giving up missing your skin
...a good amount, meaning?
That would be as thematic as I get
with you so solid a wonder.
I forget ephemerality, I forget narrative.
I’m drunk on the environment;
I’m a working temp, a role promised Malthus that threw him over the cliff.
Now suppose a perfect Darwin of heavenly fury,
searing, puffy, relaxed and succinct.
Now an angel, let’s run some #’s.
To pass out when we wake is ample.
I’m at your side placing puts
on the evolutionary table, petite in wanting you (I do).
I forget farewells.
I’m drunk on the environment;
I’m a working temp, a role promised Malthus that threw him over the cliff.
Now suppose a perfect Darwin of heavenly fury,
searing, puffy, relaxed and succinct.
Now an angel, let’s run some #’s.
To pass out when we wake is ample.
I’m at your side placing puts
on the evolutionary table, petite in wanting you (I do).
I forget farewells.
You and I went over the Spinoza graphics. I also was thinking it’s hard for us to get foreign sports equipment or a new o.s. without indices of suspicion and objurgating.
If you agree, I’m happiest procrastinating. We have a pleasant sencha. It strengthens our attention for doing so little.
Random influences could fill in my cancelled checks. Filling in on smart hills... cute and cuter, butterflies having at butterflies, why?
If you agree, I’m happiest procrastinating. We have a pleasant sencha. It strengthens our attention for doing so little.
Random influences could fill in my cancelled checks. Filling in on smart hills... cute and cuter, butterflies having at butterflies, why?
81: I forget so much memory is empowered by mistakes = my gentle verse.
Versus my forgetting umbrage feeds distortion = breathing from a common grave
Fond pleas fracture time... your and my memories, all our deaths and morbidity — all survive.
For in men’s mouths death lives in thoughts of dying,
Thoughts still read aloud by tongues also re-rehearsing life with the dead. Haven’t I
Lived to breathe your epitaph? Or do I lie?
Versus my forgetting umbrage feeds distortion = breathing from a common grave
Fond pleas fracture time... your and my memories, all our deaths and morbidity — all survive.
For in men’s mouths death lives in thoughts of dying,
Thoughts still read aloud by tongues also re-rehearsing life with the dead. Haven’t I
Lived to breathe your epitaph? Or do I lie?
“Satan was seductive, motivating me to seek his darkness,
Pick up the guitar & write more songs...”
Talking Chimp squealed like a talking dog.
Lean, fluid, sleek, balanced, clipped close,
His inner daredevil is fallen into a state of confusion & loneliness
— just to feel a cloud pattern over being no one.
Pick up the guitar & write more songs...”
Talking Chimp squealed like a talking dog.
Lean, fluid, sleek, balanced, clipped close,
His inner daredevil is fallen into a state of confusion & loneliness
— just to feel a cloud pattern over being no one.
Context becomes the e.r. Something is definitely prolonging this.
Like a race of giants, welcome to we’re not so much friends.
Saving a life you can break the law to shoulder perfection.
Not now. We’re one another in other names. Later I use yours to get head.
The brightness was shunting into red day until emotional exchange crested and dissolved in the right emissions, close to you.
Like a race of giants, welcome to we’re not so much friends.
Saving a life you can break the law to shoulder perfection.
Not now. We’re one another in other names. Later I use yours to get head.
The brightness was shunting into red day until emotional exchange crested and dissolved in the right emissions, close to you.
8/21/19
This sentence has not improved. It’s been set;
for all appearances nothing lurid was due at signing.
But I am confused, sin
-ce claimant to the photogenic vitamin to stop bleeding
is not a complete sentence, lacking some nouns, transitions, useless
as a future maxim in dissent tho settling in
in meaning in a way — like a raincoat of moods — no rain.
There’s only my arrigato for your setting me up for your assent.
for all appearances nothing lurid was due at signing.
But I am confused, sin
-ce claimant to the photogenic vitamin to stop bleeding
is not a complete sentence, lacking some nouns, transitions, useless
as a future maxim in dissent tho settling in
in meaning in a way — like a raincoat of moods — no rain.
There’s only my arrigato for your setting me up for your assent.
122: The longer I live it’s right in front of me, beyond all, your gift within my brain.
There’s a glow in seconds before razed oblivion, fun .. and explosive. Wow.
Or much like staying in the now, yielding thru nature to receive you more.
An idle life abandoned. I’m forgetting about it.
You and I remain beyond all date and time in my heart and brain. I won’t be funny or make a stab, score or tally... I’ll subsist to import your love into me .. Again.
There’s a glow in seconds before razed oblivion, fun .. and explosive. Wow.
Or much like staying in the now, yielding thru nature to receive you more.
An idle life abandoned. I’m forgetting about it.
You and I remain beyond all date and time in my heart and brain. I won’t be funny or make a stab, score or tally... I’ll subsist to import your love into me .. Again.
The service manager said these are extraordinary times. Exciting now. Where are we un, um.. if that’s everything, we’ll switch to administrative cadence. Our slogan: heavy production charges the new world until only one or two beats prevail. The right hand shadows what generations of fear mine from naked hypotheticals; the heroic code on the other hand never misses.
Before they arrived, there’s flamenco.
Water worship exquisitely handcrafted
meditative retributions..
They are the arrivistes —
Their hollow inside was mixed up, the early polling said —
Your mop of fore-hair overlapping symbols way out in the ocean.
Your ocean. Your flamenco in transition.
Our faith and consequences.
Water worship exquisitely handcrafted
meditative retributions..
They are the arrivistes —
Their hollow inside was mixed up, the early polling said —
Your mop of fore-hair overlapping symbols way out in the ocean.
Your ocean. Your flamenco in transition.
Our faith and consequences.
8/20/19
Cupid fell into swelter in unnamed aromas
that led his black olive dogs to you, making clear
Cupid in a blouse, Cupid’s blank stare =
a blast furnace giving heat.
Cupid pulls the curtains to reveal a street, dog-permitted
yards, outside where pet people pass by in walk-on parts.
One doesn’t know any more
if there are good times or bad ahead of war.
that led his black olive dogs to you, making clear
Cupid in a blouse, Cupid’s blank stare =
a blast furnace giving heat.
Cupid pulls the curtains to reveal a street, dog-permitted
yards, outside where pet people pass by in walk-on parts.
One doesn’t know any more
if there are good times or bad ahead of war.
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.
No futures present new phenomena —
I have a tiny soft view of holding to their path, a core harmony purring yet put aside.
3-D models are mindless taking chances, everyone that engages in transparent secrecy charged by mental concision.
Rationed compliments ensue and float
newly consistent maths.
Math is fascinating, I think, to squelch tautologies of wealth and actionable conditions for surplus misuse as power we might have had. Had the self taken itself less nostalgically?
— an idea to play w/ just one note in the future perfect.. where disrespect will feel like eavesdropping.
I have a tiny soft view of holding to their path, a core harmony purring yet put aside.
3-D models are mindless taking chances, everyone that engages in transparent secrecy charged by mental concision.
Rationed compliments ensue and float
newly consistent maths.
Math is fascinating, I think, to squelch tautologies of wealth and actionable conditions for surplus misuse as power we might have had. Had the self taken itself less nostalgically?
— an idea to play w/ just one note in the future perfect.. where disrespect will feel like eavesdropping.
Reading and living
Ontologically under-s(t)imulates the senses.
Be furious w/ the proxy world w/ dog-food boxes, be
Angry at keyholes, too, w/ their conservative
Counter views to earnest alignment as one’s timing slips
Beyond the prowess of floating unquietly,
Into apothegms, into sidesteps of fine voice,
“A voice and nothing more.”
Ontologically under-s(t)imulates the senses.
Be furious w/ the proxy world w/ dog-food boxes, be
Angry at keyholes, too, w/ their conservative
Counter views to earnest alignment as one’s timing slips
Beyond the prowess of floating unquietly,
Into apothegms, into sidesteps of fine voice,
“A voice and nothing more.”
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 talk and I’ve raised a toast to loving you too desperately... The certain madness of it, as my judgment’s grown less certain over the course of millions of accidents — doubting all the rest (and how angry rewrite gets afterward) and how it makes you (and me) enflamed for pale, poker-faced poets like Rene Ricard.
mindless myself of taking chances, since I’ve already changed through fierce blunt talk — Too much talk and I’ve raised a toast to loving you too desperately... The certain madness of it, as my judgment’s grown less certain over the course of millions of accidents — doubting all the rest (and how angry rewrite gets afterward) and how it makes you (and me) enflamed for pale, poker-faced poets like Rene Ricard.
The ‘universal’ that is un-square and new and meta-obvious in Joan Miró is less so
here — 21st century America. (I’m just making up excuses.)
For design resolution
— unless you already live there — take roads by a shore in bad, frivolous blues, stock blacks built up through numbers-to-be, numbers in conceptual verisimilitude and incremental balance, contradicting formal transport to the dark.
here — 21st century America. (I’m just making up excuses.)
For design resolution
— unless you already live there — take roads by a shore in bad, frivolous blues, stock blacks built up through numbers-to-be, numbers in conceptual verisimilitude and incremental balance, contradicting formal transport to the dark.
A warm nearly winter day.
Solved for the resplendent spelling, but not remorse.
Now it’s a year later, a fine day emanating
good news tho.
Typo, I’m late; it’s fitting, weeping inside before you go away.
Not at rest, circumspect. (I’m just beginning...)
Well, most every worry or mistake is bilateral, based on trying to review
Hellish varieties of you getting fingerprinted in eight
Perspectives, after the xvith-century Italian drawings..
..The stars are early, out and out of their miseries
One boomerang day after another. Every day’s
Important, I see. I remember your aroma, surnamed olive di quelli
illuminati.
Solved for the resplendent spelling, but not remorse.
Now it’s a year later, a fine day emanating
good news tho.
Typo, I’m late; it’s fitting, weeping inside before you go away.
Not at rest, circumspect. (I’m just beginning...)
Well, most every worry or mistake is bilateral, based on trying to review
Hellish varieties of you getting fingerprinted in eight
Perspectives, after the xvith-century Italian drawings..
..The stars are early, out and out of their miseries
One boomerang day after another. Every day’s
Important, I see. I remember your aroma, surnamed olive di quelli
illuminati.
8/19/19
At speech therapy you wear wet marks under your shirt — there you go — sent,
Slotted for long scream divisions raising heads and
.. bright debate
Drawing boundaries along dark areas of youthful propaganda. And ..
Our dual-cosmos line of argument self-inflates as a weather injector, fouling the atmosphere into Beirut colors, pebble and pale lucent grays.
At this point, colors burn up, each measurement raging over acres of matrices, giving more access to haystacks you call the multiverse, which looks most imprisoned now.
Slotted for long scream divisions raising heads and
.. bright debate
Drawing boundaries along dark areas of youthful propaganda. And ..
Our dual-cosmos line of argument self-inflates as a weather injector, fouling the atmosphere into Beirut colors, pebble and pale lucent grays.
At this point, colors burn up, each measurement raging over acres of matrices, giving more access to haystacks you call the multiverse, which looks most imprisoned now.
We fail to clarify after political glamor there’s poli rant along with new protocol (old manners) watched over, even policed nightly — many topics in mind so a few words take on character, a wince, a tilt of hat.
Current government gives a glimpse into events shaping war or “The Owl and the Nightingale.”
The passive voice was made for you to prove your anger; propositional semantics =
key [snap] decisions, arguments, further jibes, shaming within a sub-class of invective, a face-off to persuade waverers; Julius Caesar, Juliet, “Much Ado About Nothing,” “Battle of Maldon,” where Saxon to Welsh sat on decline benches, threw slurs across the Blackwater banks, add flytings of Skalds of Old Norse in Simone’s Droplaugarsona Saga, as well as the Scot Dunbar et al, “Montgomerie et Polmart,” plus vomitous insult at one another from Middle Normans freezing progress for the Republic of the Nightingale.
It’s closeness ahead shaped by time gone just like that.
Current government gives a glimpse into events shaping war or “The Owl and the Nightingale.”
The passive voice was made for you to prove your anger; propositional semantics =
key [snap] decisions, arguments, further jibes, shaming within a sub-class of invective, a face-off to persuade waverers; Julius Caesar, Juliet, “Much Ado About Nothing,” “Battle of Maldon,” where Saxon to Welsh sat on decline benches, threw slurs across the Blackwater banks, add flytings of Skalds of Old Norse in Simone’s Droplaugarsona Saga, as well as the Scot Dunbar et al, “Montgomerie et Polmart,” plus vomitous insult at one another from Middle Normans freezing progress for the Republic of the Nightingale.
It’s closeness ahead shaped by time gone just like that.
As assassins we do not impinge on feeling fine /
10 gallons of the Hirsch, please,
W/ the canonical crescent tartelette, ah..
A pipeline of debits operates far across everyone’s casual monotones.
Everyone’s direction will shift as one’s nervous system distorts
Changes in emergent systems over time..
‘We never make judgments about people we shoot.’
10 gallons of the Hirsch, please,
W/ the canonical crescent tartelette, ah..
A pipeline of debits operates far across everyone’s casual monotones.
Everyone’s direction will shift as one’s nervous system distorts
Changes in emergent systems over time..
‘We never make judgments about people we shoot.’
23: My agent is in a rage. Imperfect
actor whose shortcomings balloon in ‘harmony’ & use.
Imperfect — love’s epistemology scampers in secrecy
in so large abundance I weaken from fiercer ideas to leverage your silent heart.
Listen to my eyes, please.
My dumb mien may adhere to expressive rules,
pleading w/ you, entered into by trusting you first, always. It’s always
your clear refinement where character offers libation, a rite
to love you, and I act on my own to speak —
To wit, from your eyes I can read love and you can hear it.
actor whose shortcomings balloon in ‘harmony’ & use.
Imperfect — love’s epistemology scampers in secrecy
in so large abundance I weaken from fiercer ideas to leverage your silent heart.
Listen to my eyes, please.
My dumb mien may adhere to expressive rules,
pleading w/ you, entered into by trusting you first, always. It’s always
your clear refinement where character offers libation, a rite
to love you, and I act on my own to speak —
To wit, from your eyes I can read love and you can hear it.
Beyond us, them, 4% atoms, tiny
wriggling strings; hidden, 22% of the tug —
dark and unknown predicates
fixated on procedure, a luscious, noiseless bond.
We can call it that
adding up the lead time, eyes
open, moving, waiting, meaning
it but hardly tempted to.
A rational effect? You and I can’t attempt it,
touching on our dual roles as we reradiate consensus.
wriggling strings; hidden, 22% of the tug —
dark and unknown predicates
fixated on procedure, a luscious, noiseless bond.
We can call it that
adding up the lead time, eyes
open, moving, waiting, meaning
it but hardly tempted to.
A rational effect? You and I can’t attempt it,
touching on our dual roles as we reradiate consensus.
Denis, once the Menace, grew a pair last summer. I now have a boyfriend. Yearning for corruption, we’re in love, we’re out of it, we’re trying to run each other over, and it continues, since I’m first and last bored with superordination and thought about having no chapter delineations, just coffee breaks.
8/18/19
Context becomes the e.r. Something is definitely going on.
Like a race of giants, welcome to we’re not so much friends.
Saving your life you can break the law to shoulder perfection.
Not now. We’re one another in other names. I use yours to get ahead.
The brightness shunted into red day until emotional exchange crested and dissolved like the right emissions, close to you.
Like a race of giants, welcome to we’re not so much friends.
Saving your life you can break the law to shoulder perfection.
Not now. We’re one another in other names. I use yours to get ahead.
The brightness shunted into red day until emotional exchange crested and dissolved like the right emissions, close to you.
Falsehood is an actuarial stat in a more subjective state, a quality of embelishment in progress, not an elevation or height.
This is a true/false dance question. Fibber Perseus v radium Dana (his mom). Which are ya?
In one draft you as Perseus can usher in big futures, taller mouthpieces enter the salon rolled ‘into’ burbles [B flat major], Dana’s tendencious pedestrians, 1st- or 2nd-years, tall but sweating lead colors.
Dana can’t help smothering her loved ones. The varied birds are mute.
This is a true/false dance question. Fibber Perseus v radium Dana (his mom). Which are ya?
In one draft you as Perseus can usher in big futures, taller mouthpieces enter the salon rolled ‘into’ burbles [B flat major], Dana’s tendencious pedestrians, 1st- or 2nd-years, tall but sweating lead colors.
Dana can’t help smothering her loved ones. The varied birds are mute.
What makes chosen words dressed in black?
Adopting the air of mock superiority or even on-point (albeit fleeting) superiority.
Most superiors taste like shit but we keep tasting.
Bullied into autocracy
Hell is too big to fail.
Meanwhile the loyal opposition becoming more of an influence in the field is fired.
The ousted president drops to his knees.
Adopting the air of mock superiority or even on-point (albeit fleeting) superiority.
Most superiors taste like shit but we keep tasting.
Bullied into autocracy
Hell is too big to fail.
Meanwhile the loyal opposition becoming more of an influence in the field is fired.
The ousted president drops to his knees.
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.
Geometry respects the brain..
somebody likes a piggyback...
Preliminary talk we said,
knowing I’m going to grow
— I just drove all the way
from Hawaii. That proves I
can smooth your hair then do
your cheeks, your temperature would
like it was
lighting up my senses
just before you shave. I’m
noting how your chin juts into form —
It’s deeper, more formal than that really
a perfect animal halo front to back.
somebody likes a piggyback...
Preliminary talk we said,
knowing I’m going to grow
— I just drove all the way
from Hawaii. That proves I
can smooth your hair then do
your cheeks, your temperature would
like it was
lighting up my senses
just before you shave. I’m
noting how your chin juts into form —
It’s deeper, more formal than that really
a perfect animal halo front to back.
Marxist-self ironing:
I’m a neo-accepter of making and being flecks of subjective misnomers. Eating and breathing them too.
This is what it means to have a muse. No blame.
No poet will work in a freezing apartment except when it’s far more than a safe place for thoughts to gather thru summer. She struggles in cold rooms for little compensation and goes beyond the joy of subverting the arbiters of growing loath. Growing enlivened, growing ripe.
Paperwork fastened to repetitive joy, eating and breathing them too..
I’m a neo-accepter of making and being flecks of subjective misnomers. Eating and breathing them too.
This is what it means to have a muse. No blame.
No poet will work in a freezing apartment except when it’s far more than a safe place for thoughts to gather thru summer. She struggles in cold rooms for little compensation and goes beyond the joy of subverting the arbiters of growing loath. Growing enlivened, growing ripe.
Paperwork fastened to repetitive joy, eating and breathing them too..
8/17/19
Ethical epitomes go against the grain. Maybe grains.. What are spurious resonators for .. to attempt command of natural selection and a jillion bloodlines.
Um.. there’s nothing but an eye
blush of heat that measures desperate ‘orders’ you put in reckless hands —
Don’t forget the silent partners ripening for future citings in green, un-despairing usage summaries...
Brilliant. Breathing new life, we’ve had hundreds w/ crazy coats of arms.
Look at you.
Um.. there’s nothing but an eye
blush of heat that measures desperate ‘orders’ you put in reckless hands —
Don’t forget the silent partners ripening for future citings in green, un-despairing usage summaries...
Brilliant. Breathing new life, we’ve had hundreds w/ crazy coats of arms.
Look at you.
Standard touching looks terrible or descendant.
Capacious anxiety, refusal to arbitrate glamour, okay... we’re done.
You can break the law to shoulder perfection or save a life, only once. Either way is a fractional immeasurable in any context / e.r.
Something was definitely going on.
Lefties are feeling cornered (not to say conned) but
it’s breathtaking administering the right wing to you.
Capacious anxiety, refusal to arbitrate glamour, okay... we’re done.
You can break the law to shoulder perfection or save a life, only once. Either way is a fractional immeasurable in any context / e.r.
Something was definitely going on.
Lefties are feeling cornered (not to say conned) but
it’s breathtaking administering the right wing to you.
Hate altered.
So shall we live.
True physicality nests in our thoughts even as
No real daemons roam with panicked ants on the ground. Consciously mixed media. But you can’t throw fake daemons out. It helps there’s a mating dance to appreciate what they are doing — or not — we’re working on it.
There’s body hustle, along with rips in the cargo of spacetime where our uppermost thoughts burgeon in ennobling, blobby warmth from a sweetheart, accompanied by addiction to risk.
Come here often?
So shall we live.
True physicality nests in our thoughts even as
No real daemons roam with panicked ants on the ground. Consciously mixed media. But you can’t throw fake daemons out. It helps there’s a mating dance to appreciate what they are doing — or not — we’re working on it.
There’s body hustle, along with rips in the cargo of spacetime where our uppermost thoughts burgeon in ennobling, blobby warmth from a sweetheart, accompanied by addiction to risk.
Come here often?
Terry Eagleton’s formulations re text and production can be less daunting when edited to their central premises. 1) Production is the key. 2) Text is a production of ideology. 3) Text and performance are “analogous to the relation between grammar and speech” – a production of a production (such as a theatrical performance of a text, his example, or critical interpretation of a text, my example).
Speech is a product, not a reproduction, of grammar; grammar is the determining structure of discourse, but the character of discourse cannot be mechanically derived from it... In studying relations between text and performance, then, we study modes of determination which are precise and rigorous, not accounted for in terms of ‘reflection’ or ‘reproduction’. We are examining, in short, the conditions of production.
An empirical analyst accounts for the double performance of her enterprise.
Speech is a product, not a reproduction, of grammar; grammar is the determining structure of discourse, but the character of discourse cannot be mechanically derived from it... In studying relations between text and performance, then, we study modes of determination which are precise and rigorous, not accounted for in terms of ‘reflection’ or ‘reproduction’. We are examining, in short, the conditions of production.
An empirical analyst accounts for the double performance of her enterprise.
112: Do you like spiral staircases, scandals that strive to branch out to no one alive in so profound an abyss?
Facts then are a marketplace whose figures look green when least derivative. Volatile objective content triumphs. Right or wrong it’s kind of a snob racket (Charles B).
Our nervous system can distort music in an adder’s sense, Charles might say, to emphasize changes in snakes, radial evil neglected by the super ego. B is for Bukowski.
Facts then are a marketplace whose figures look green when least derivative. Volatile objective content triumphs. Right or wrong it’s kind of a snob racket (Charles B).
Our nervous system can distort music in an adder’s sense, Charles might say, to emphasize changes in snakes, radial evil neglected by the super ego. B is for Bukowski.
Fizzy yet salient talking points soak into the nudist beach hanging in for your escape hatch (always the last place you look!)
Don’t care, I only lie about what I believe is right, clinging
without a theory of purpose or a gift of agency to promote my case, as masking vanity becomes an all-nudist challenge.
Don’t care, I only lie about what I believe is right, clinging
without a theory of purpose or a gift of agency to promote my case, as masking vanity becomes an all-nudist challenge.
8/16/19
Language + materials referred to, dimensions variable. Dimensions variable. That’s the ceci n’est pas une pipe part. I’m one of those hoarders of history, picking out, piling stuff in the big garage
(filling up with accessible language), keeping barbed wire and Ted Greenwald materials reconciled like a pair of chairs.
(filling up with accessible language), keeping barbed wire and Ted Greenwald materials reconciled like a pair of chairs.
We are a color of cunnilingus. I noticed, though, you and I applied for pharmaceutical assistance, an oscillation gelatin called Sparkling Affront.
Nothing was more or less than arabesque, forgetting our place in the secret order of failure. We once left a lavish record of the male-female hush from hand to fingers to mouth: in epic hock to our hips.
Our temperature raised the magnitude of repetitions into a shriveled median in the after-life or its meandering dissolution ...
An obtainable conspiracy, perhaps, surely no hoax.
Nothing was more or less than arabesque, forgetting our place in the secret order of failure. We once left a lavish record of the male-female hush from hand to fingers to mouth: in epic hock to our hips.
Our temperature raised the magnitude of repetitions into a shriveled median in the after-life or its meandering dissolution ...
An obtainable conspiracy, perhaps, surely no hoax.
110: What are resonators for but to effect command of offenses we’re uncertain of or we sold cheap. There’s nothing but our affection left, my best of love. Love’s confinement a desperate measure, and it’s true in reckless hands, yet for silent partners there’s depth to surface and mostly un-despairing perceptions (grinding teeth, looking on truth) of what won’t be contained between us. All of the above.
We can demolish only one artificiality
At a time. Not a toy, not you, not me. One’s an example of enterprise.
One doesn’t love you or me. One loves what we do.
One’s a learner but more a surferdude lover. We intervene first, only once.
Remember, all our troubles disappear.
You’re almost naked. You’re my business.
There is no circling the rink, tho.
No complaints or sworn declarations,
No closure nor irresolution —
There’s not a single cudgel you can wield;
We’ve lost your 名刺 and your 名前.
At a time. Not a toy, not you, not me. One’s an example of enterprise.
One doesn’t love you or me. One loves what we do.
One’s a learner but more a surferdude lover. We intervene first, only once.
Remember, all our troubles disappear.
You’re almost naked. You’re my business.
There is no circling the rink, tho.
No complaints or sworn declarations,
No closure nor irresolution —
There’s not a single cudgel you can wield;
We’ve lost your 名刺 and your 名前.
This a.m. color I propose: Q-tips & smoke. I can pick you up, take a day off
from everyone standing
physical & prime for the stress of relays between a rat race
& security IF
my 3-D models are you & open opportunities.
Unfinished, I am is still here, the body’s heroic purring could not be put off. (One hush dissipates the other.) And one sorority reviews egg whites in their spare, bubbly zeal to outpace an apparatus (not properly issued for commentary).
from everyone standing
physical & prime for the stress of relays between a rat race
& security IF
my 3-D models are you & open opportunities.
Unfinished, I am is still here, the body’s heroic purring could not be put off. (One hush dissipates the other.) And one sorority reviews egg whites in their spare, bubbly zeal to outpace an apparatus (not properly issued for commentary).
8/15/19
Side streets go down to hourly weather over the power grid;
Razed, rain’s over, its light flow an oily example.
This extends through night rain to rain’s surrogacy, a more serious and newer down.
More anguish driving over to a panel on reasoning and not writing anything down, a stomach turning experience
in its emptied refraction through a taillight for syntactical beings (in a sentence) on a muddy drive.
Razed, rain’s over, its light flow an oily example.
This extends through night rain to rain’s surrogacy, a more serious and newer down.
More anguish driving over to a panel on reasoning and not writing anything down, a stomach turning experience
in its emptied refraction through a taillight for syntactical beings (in a sentence) on a muddy drive.
She lost the election. We can’t know what she’s thinking. It’s demented.
Keep tact abstract.
Keep it for oneself
Healing a vote, a voice split to pulp, gnawed.
Feeling a salt chill unexpectedly going up the swirling fields
Of humorists, ideologues, ragged modernists, including this one —
Holding to their path, rescuing none.
Yours, & ‘even more in mayhem,’
Keep tact abstract.
Keep it for oneself
Healing a vote, a voice split to pulp, gnawed.
Feeling a salt chill unexpectedly going up the swirling fields
Of humorists, ideologues, ragged modernists, including this one —
Holding to their path, rescuing none.
Yours, & ‘even more in mayhem,’
50: A hip cast of super angels strumming harps, an encore of Zeus Arrhenothelus
Bringing up larger journeys for the stretch and preen in vigilance onward —
So far the miles for me are measured from my friends left behind.
I fall back tired, breathe while new cast members come on —
They are casually let go as they finish groaning for us.
Our joy restored at a slight remove from sharp pain and darkness in grief, putting this in mind, Since we answer to manifold waves that weigh in:
Unprovoked, a heavy vacuum still.. you are away while I am on the way at my travel’s end.
Bringing up larger journeys for the stretch and preen in vigilance onward —
So far the miles for me are measured from my friends left behind.
I fall back tired, breathe while new cast members come on —
They are casually let go as they finish groaning for us.
Our joy restored at a slight remove from sharp pain and darkness in grief, putting this in mind, Since we answer to manifold waves that weigh in:
Unprovoked, a heavy vacuum still.. you are away while I am on the way at my travel’s end.
De facto: eye contact is defensive but our strategies around it are consensual. Narcosis starts to drift toward humane sense that’s forbidden. (And all we did was tie up our shirts.) This is how contingency turns to prayer, making patterns to and from alterations sited within a figure/chicken-ground/egg round robin.
At the same time I condemn and mourn meritocracy. For all men are servants (JC et al.) that nonetheless practice geometry to respect the brain. (I don’t think it’s called Trampoland for nothing.)
At the same time I condemn and mourn meritocracy. For all men are servants (JC et al.) that nonetheless practice geometry to respect the brain. (I don’t think it’s called Trampoland for nothing.)
8/14/19
Classics are for romantics like the Raveonettes.
I digress: y+z (1-x) is a blind patch of petit point. Kissing is sick. It’s bad for you but wasn’t as destructive as the filching of imitation.
Anyway, kissing where you are is so blatantly filled with what it spreads everywhere completely negating its purpose.
So why does it get processed in your eyes through history?
Maybe I’m a critic who’s decided to blab about all the wealth we have coming.
I digress: y+z (1-x) is a blind patch of petit point. Kissing is sick. It’s bad for you but wasn’t as destructive as the filching of imitation.
Anyway, kissing where you are is so blatantly filled with what it spreads everywhere completely negating its purpose.
So why does it get processed in your eyes through history?
Maybe I’m a critic who’s decided to blab about all the wealth we have coming.
Don’t expect me after all.
Even if we kiss later, it saddens one to inform the boss
You’re not serious, never are.
Like you we’re turning state’s evidence holding on to meet
even newer phenomena (‘stolen parts’
To run over) any & all mayhem coming unannounced (achieved)
Or some won’t since you and I polished the text equations,
Already saying goodbye takes us far up the jet trail! quelling fear of want-
Ing pain. You never can tell. I won’t.
Even if we kiss later, it saddens one to inform the boss
You’re not serious, never are.
Like you we’re turning state’s evidence holding on to meet
even newer phenomena (‘stolen parts’
To run over) any & all mayhem coming unannounced (achieved)
Or some won’t since you and I polished the text equations,
Already saying goodbye takes us far up the jet trail! quelling fear of want-
Ing pain. You never can tell. I won’t.
Info-tainments advance by themselves, lovely distractions, shooting the steepest mountains w/ slime. Thinking back, they segue to riveting motions in our self interrogation — commuting to work where we share high fives & broker a plan!
The hollow inside is mixed up, the surveys say;
overlapping symbols’re happening way out in the ocean.
Your ocean. Your flamenco in transition.
Our faith & consequences.
The hollow inside is mixed up, the surveys say;
overlapping symbols’re happening way out in the ocean.
Your ocean. Your flamenco in transition.
Our faith & consequences.
I got a grip on the heebee-jeebees.
Times are an outrage. Good times, lean, treason’s treason.
We’re tracking themes thru cable anxiety —
for prejudice damn well plays a revisionist bias, looks like
a tradition of selfish accomodation I’m loosely not interested in.
Tax breaks for the wealthiest keep’em watching.
To look is also
(we note now at the end to physics-oblivion)
to be seen.
Times are an outrage. Good times, lean, treason’s treason.
We’re tracking themes thru cable anxiety —
for prejudice damn well plays a revisionist bias, looks like
a tradition of selfish accomodation I’m loosely not interested in.
Tax breaks for the wealthiest keep’em watching.
To look is also
(we note now at the end to physics-oblivion)
to be seen.
19: Innocence evokes nighttime devouring day, burning like a lion’s hummingbird if lions can play with fire — or a phoenix plucking keen teeth from a tiger’s jaw if you allow. Taping together both your hands.
And grease-pencil trompe l’oeil anywhere. Please.
Innocence is guilt among a heinous group. The sorry on earth devouring their own brood, against beauty’s pattern but with beaucoup success.
Young, untainted and long lived, you’ve gone wrong. I forbid it but I hope you’re happy.
And grease-pencil trompe l’oeil anywhere. Please.
Innocence is guilt among a heinous group. The sorry on earth devouring their own brood, against beauty’s pattern but with beaucoup success.
Young, untainted and long lived, you’ve gone wrong. I forbid it but I hope you’re happy.
All nature repairs to a cryonics lab that’s been reopened. Just for a second.
I reconnect to highlights and the mimicking hidden force of gravity. You guys go ahead.
I’m going to roll on, Volvo-like. That’s the best stunt.
Gilbert Ryle asks, “might not every action or reaction be a piece of shamming?”
I might add peace, justice, ecology, all uplifting.
That’s not to say there’ll be any food.
But there’s no sponsor tie-in currently...
I reconnect to highlights and the mimicking hidden force of gravity. You guys go ahead.
I’m going to roll on, Volvo-like. That’s the best stunt.
Gilbert Ryle asks, “might not every action or reaction be a piece of shamming?”
I might add peace, justice, ecology, all uplifting.
That’s not to say there’ll be any food.
But there’s no sponsor tie-in currently...
How could I be so foolish in bed, you could ask.
The matter at hand is you.
There are subtitles, various tongues. We write while staying awake and translate the exposed skin of dreaming.
Nothing accrues but there’s a lifetime of taking thoughts to heart.
I’m bringing this up from the back to the throat. (You asked.)
Sleeping has nothing to do with nothing.
The matter at hand is you.
There are subtitles, various tongues. We write while staying awake and translate the exposed skin of dreaming.
Nothing accrues but there’s a lifetime of taking thoughts to heart.
I’m bringing this up from the back to the throat. (You asked.)
Sleeping has nothing to do with nothing.
8/13/19
My area is interpretive search...list after list... You’re always not talking. I get your point (approbation without the tedium of concrete argument).
Capital is redeemable as abstractions change in all directions yet barely pertain, and why should they? Why? What’s on our minds will be low on your practical list, even lower than that. Off list.
Capital brings about physical causation, lists and causes, abstracts themselves.
Capital brings about physical causation, lists and causes, abstracts themselves.
My soul’s on break, thinking in a style of incompletion (tourist boats),
Obsequious, sharpened,
Few motifs — the wash of light gets exaggerated.
I need you and we wander on (language).
At least our calls’re in the area...
‘holding each other open’ formatting our interpretive devices to
Moan for the surface.
There may be many areas...
Obsequious, sharpened,
Few motifs — the wash of light gets exaggerated.
I need you and we wander on (language).
At least our calls’re in the area...
‘holding each other open’ formatting our interpretive devices to
Moan for the surface.
There may be many areas...
Tattoos first, second, his hair.
The plot leaves the door to resolution ajar —
Guess what, the grabber is un-bolted down in segments like a lax rattle
spinning in slo mo. It adds an all night ring to our narrative, id est,
the needle breathed hard, leaving the mouth hole
open to irresolution
and availabilities for picking up the dissolved thread.
The plot leaves the door to resolution ajar —
Guess what, the grabber is un-bolted down in segments like a lax rattle
spinning in slo mo. It adds an all night ring to our narrative, id est,
the needle breathed hard, leaving the mouth hole
open to irresolution
and availabilities for picking up the dissolved thread.
15: It’s your last day of youth when you throw trust out, clear sight and now telepathy — you’ll never feel his perfect arms around you again. Never feel the wet air on your skin, or wake up in his sap on his secret warm bed, you’re done, no chance to influence, to comment, to try again for anything, not even for something you’re not. And I’m not.
I can’t do any better than what I’ve changed for love of you.
I can’t do any better than what I’ve changed for love of you.
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 a far outside [...] only it’s already here [what we breathe] below, which is
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 a far outside [...] only it’s already here [what we breathe] below, which is
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.
8/12/19
Yes, I’ve recently incorporated; makes me feel, yes! you are more melted into tomorrow’s borrowing high, mighty simplicity. As when a killer leaves a pattern to teach reform, pushes a path open.
Pull it together, a life that’s sustainable you can just make up. (You are under no obligation.) This is a real company. We call her Cathy.
But this has nothing to do with
walking away burning more calories,
‘mountains feel empty’ / they’re
rude − here is where the card you play helps.
And there you go, retreating to that panoptic middle ground where you disavow the same 10 variations. We still have to take part in the landing, staying cool to outlast time. For this is tomorrow.
Pull it together, a life that’s sustainable you can just make up. (You are under no obligation.) This is a real company. We call her Cathy.
But this has nothing to do with
walking away burning more calories,
‘mountains feel empty’ / they’re
rude − here is where the card you play helps.
And there you go, retreating to that panoptic middle ground where you disavow the same 10 variations. We still have to take part in the landing, staying cool to outlast time. For this is tomorrow.
The status quo models verse as living matter re-involved with impulsive energy coursing around flecks of appropriated ideas, especially when it comes to appearances, tones and language use itself. I might call this artful transmutation of intelligence if it were just that, if poetry weren’t a history of folk enslaved to procedure.
56: Lament —
Prose enters a poem. It has a work permit, a blunter edge. That’s why
The place has been wiped clean of unforced errors. A sad interim:
The poem essay invests in spontaneity gleaned from what icons blur;
Hey, there are no middle class essayists. Yet, we can rubber any room —
My advice for exploring ideas, renew your force, stick to the sentence.
Come daily to the return of love tomorrow today.
To go along continue needing riches, sharper appetites as it were.
Rare thanks for the view.
Prose enters a poem. It has a work permit, a blunter edge. That’s why
The place has been wiped clean of unforced errors. A sad interim:
The poem essay invests in spontaneity gleaned from what icons blur;
Hey, there are no middle class essayists. Yet, we can rubber any room —
My advice for exploring ideas, renew your force, stick to the sentence.
Come daily to the return of love tomorrow today.
To go along continue needing riches, sharper appetites as it were.
Rare thanks for the view.
The will to quiet is the flip side of getting a lit
-tle piece to burble, crying doubly inaudibly
for more power when a robot loses its job after a thoroughly successful war on the homeless...
I get scared how the losers mediate their spinning up to the new hostile
surface, w/ no message. So there’s nothing left as surplus.
-tle piece to burble, crying doubly inaudibly
for more power when a robot loses its job after a thoroughly successful war on the homeless...
I get scared how the losers mediate their spinning up to the new hostile
surface, w/ no message. So there’s nothing left as surplus.
Unnerving. When one came in I shied away from giving out the room temperature. What the comedian says, I pledged you abstracts in a hidden idiom of stagings and renderings, creamy highlighting of passages and lucid systems out-of-focus, a lovely kitchen table read.
Any cracks should be bridged with kitchen fiber.
“Absolutely,” Continuity Design Adjunct Chef repeated.
Any cracks should be bridged with kitchen fiber.
“Absolutely,” Continuity Design Adjunct Chef repeated.
8/11/19
Potassium and chlorates boast of their oscillation lists. Both look
down and see a blade of sedge whistle, handcuffing a tiny load of
buckshot in a slender gust.
Confound more, the glue is drying to dry.
‘Polls’ down.
No truth merges thru transgression / you well know
Bad news just walks in —
It’s ok. Just punishment
for obfuscating more conscientiously, touching dual roles in the expectations-slogan — desultory of us to ‘read’ and re’read’ brutality ritualized, extending to your one body, cancelling our love,
always for the first time beneath infinite ceilings.
Confound more, the glue is drying to dry.
‘Polls’ down.
No truth merges thru transgression / you well know
Bad news just walks in —
It’s ok. Just punishment
for obfuscating more conscientiously, touching dual roles in the expectations-slogan — desultory of us to ‘read’ and re’read’ brutality ritualized, extending to your one body, cancelling our love,
always for the first time beneath infinite ceilings.
84: Partnerships were counterparts, 1st a little lunatic, more than most...
Even worse, hotly culled. Who can say?
Let me copy what’s writ clearly, how it lends some small glory, substituting natural praise
— you’re admired everywhere! Fame dignifies your story.
Adding a curse, I lower my voice to approximate parity.
To such immured an example, who can say more? You alone are you
As your story goes. And you let it go.
Rich in style, but penurious compared to what is writ in you.
Even worse, hotly culled. Who can say?
Let me copy what’s writ clearly, how it lends some small glory, substituting natural praise
— you’re admired everywhere! Fame dignifies your story.
Adding a curse, I lower my voice to approximate parity.
To such immured an example, who can say more? You alone are you
As your story goes. And you let it go.
Rich in style, but penurious compared to what is writ in you.
I wish you had taken that job singing of thingness.
Even so, if you could eat onlyone food for life, what would it be? “Take notes,” you called out. You were singing of a provisional throb as you forced his from the inside.
I miss the walled city where an operator like him looks up when you arrive at this next step. .
Try to remain calm. I’m going to talk you down.
We'll take the stairs, because the elevators refuse to go with people in them.
(Ok, you there? Bye.)
Even so, if you could eat onlyone food for life, what would it be? “Take notes,” you called out. You were singing of a provisional throb as you forced his from the inside.
I miss the walled city where an operator like him looks up when you arrive at this next step. .
Try to remain calm. I’m going to talk you down.
We'll take the stairs, because the elevators refuse to go with people in them.
(Ok, you there? Bye.)
Here’s another centerpiece to explain how flowers are cut in plurals of progression.
Iconoclasts count on progressions in a series, along with an allure of falling fortunes (they did).
From the center literally nothing granted as good as your word.
Then it’s a poem.
Months later, fine timing
Since you waited to listen, not empower others.
Now everything belongs hiding in plain sight, living unhinged, no limits. A fact, also
a point... an ornamental one; our brain / body fiber pierced day, night, point b...
Iconoclasts count on progressions in a series, along with an allure of falling fortunes (they did).
From the center literally nothing granted as good as your word.
Then it’s a poem.
Months later, fine timing
Since you waited to listen, not empower others.
Now everything belongs hiding in plain sight, living unhinged, no limits. A fact, also
a point... an ornamental one; our brain / body fiber pierced day, night, point b...
8/10/19
Softly speaking, I thought of you.
I explained the other time.
The time we saw a dart has feathers and flies, works the crowd. And something came up. The curvatures of spacetime bled into overtime, ideals I thought you stored overseas — they came back in a screw-up, gleaming like platters out of our grandparents’ era. The gene spreaders (at grandparents’ dinner table) were thrown out before we got to know them.
I explained the other time.
The time we saw a dart has feathers and flies, works the crowd. And something came up. The curvatures of spacetime bled into overtime, ideals I thought you stored overseas — they came back in a screw-up, gleaming like platters out of our grandparents’ era. The gene spreaders (at grandparents’ dinner table) were thrown out before we got to know them.
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. I’m not anxious and this might be why we’ll read over the presentation, juggle a few heads
and let you know when. Tomorrow or much later now.
and let you know when. Tomorrow or much later now.
I’m right beneath my shirt. Sort of a theory laden species.
What if there’s a non-theist way to prepare, provide? & what
if we’re both wrong, but less wrong than who?
Let’s keep to federalist motives, far from fashion simplicity,
& let’s live together at night while we impel
malfunctions that blurt out permissions extemporaneously,
licenses to re-authorize no god’s sorrow over death.
What if there’s a non-theist way to prepare, provide? & what
if we’re both wrong, but less wrong than who?
Let’s keep to federalist motives, far from fashion simplicity,
& let’s live together at night while we impel
malfunctions that blurt out permissions extemporaneously,
licenses to re-authorize no god’s sorrow over death.
It’s spooky rhyme but it wasn’t my first
choice; the machine flunked me — burst
my thought calculating a stretch space sitting here, smelling of weed. Tho it restored my faith in the bonus shod of prowess, smoking in slacks (touching my two knees behind your back), undressing. Exercises for us commoners become a habit we can’t keep up for more than an hour but the revenge police are baffled, off the advisory team.
20: Like voices & solitary genius in the workplace (seaside, e.g.) — amazing particles of some genius sleep it off in traffic, affecting hues up to the bridge lattice.
Inside nature’s face you’ll find warm things. All hues, charged, painted brilliant to the eye. Passion that’s stuffed, not needing love, except when it comes altogether
the work is controlled, less false & the life, almost like master-&-mistress gazing on as it flew.
Inside nature’s face you’ll find warm things. All hues, charged, painted brilliant to the eye. Passion that’s stuffed, not needing love, except when it comes altogether
the work is controlled, less false & the life, almost like master-&-mistress gazing on as it flew.
Skepticism is boosted by metonyms.
Ever since, one’s intellect seeks damages. Time to boost actual ideas.
There’s not one left from an emergent zone for lack of despair.
Nothing.. even huge finesse augurs repression and destruction of autonomy from institutional fictive icons.
These icons I believe can’t predict what we’ll face when they take over — hard winds! and there aren’t enough white flags going around to
delete utterances filling our balloons.
Ever since, one’s intellect seeks damages. Time to boost actual ideas.
There’s not one left from an emergent zone for lack of despair.
Nothing.. even huge finesse augurs repression and destruction of autonomy from institutional fictive icons.
These icons I believe can’t predict what we’ll face when they take over — hard winds! and there aren’t enough white flags going around to
delete utterances filling our balloons.
8/9/19
Softly speaking, I thought of you.
I explained the other time.
The time we saw a dart has feathers and flies, works the crowd. And something came up. The curvatures of spacetime bled into overtime, ideals I thought you stored overseas — they came back in a screw-up, gleaming like platters out of our grandparents’ era. The gene spreaders (at grandparents’ dinner table) were thrown out before we got to know them.
I explained the other time.
The time we saw a dart has feathers and flies, works the crowd. And something came up. The curvatures of spacetime bled into overtime, ideals I thought you stored overseas — they came back in a screw-up, gleaming like platters out of our grandparents’ era. The gene spreaders (at grandparents’ dinner table) were thrown out before we got to know them.
On the closing date, only a scent. No contrivance or Schubertian opposition feels like glistening bouclé heating under debate pressure. Arguments by analogy are always weak. Our roles are to fill this in, lengthening Schubert’s insipid menace while coddling the wetlands. I call this a sex drive / minus attrition.
The wetlands work it through. Words we had and didn’t have consequences. Learned good is bad is good. Nonetheless the lesson learned appears unseen and as unspeakable as libido constituting a knowledge module, aimlessly blowing in news of constant unitary joy...
The wetlands work it through. Words we had and didn’t have consequences. Learned good is bad is good. Nonetheless the lesson learned appears unseen and as unspeakable as libido constituting a knowledge module, aimlessly blowing in news of constant unitary joy...
Our politics are criminal.
I’m going to try and get around this
(the way it is).
I’m going to take my inside voice
...over here I have news to
twist in cold leafy acreage.
‘Come here, get out of here..
I’m out of here..’ other poll data
. . Out and out of
mind I guess —
That’s how we want it.
Absolute vice concerns phrasal pyrotechnics,
no progress.
I’m going to try and get around this
(the way it is).
I’m going to take my inside voice
...over here I have news to
twist in cold leafy acreage.
‘Come here, get out of here..
I’m out of here..’ other poll data
. . Out and out of
mind I guess —
That’s how we want it.
Absolute vice concerns phrasal pyrotechnics,
no progress.
92: To my love in constant revolt, stealing away...
Once again my life ends. Next, I’m happy love never stays; love is vexing weather dependent on inside scars. Manual labor. A heightened blush. Learning to fear the worst I’m happy to have had your love — I don’t know, what’s a fair question — is there one last best state to restage or not to live in? It depends on you and me, not false humor, not wrong, I belong in this humorless state without you, without dashing our love. I find my lifetime love for you is self-assured and formally difficult and, oops... Others happy to die are on fire.
Happy to die! — do we take their place?
Once again my life ends. Next, I’m happy love never stays; love is vexing weather dependent on inside scars. Manual labor. A heightened blush. Learning to fear the worst I’m happy to have had your love — I don’t know, what’s a fair question — is there one last best state to restage or not to live in? It depends on you and me, not false humor, not wrong, I belong in this humorless state without you, without dashing our love. I find my lifetime love for you is self-assured and formally difficult and, oops... Others happy to die are on fire.
Happy to die! — do we take their place?
Bad news, I was
struck by the French property owner. You know,
plagiarism done in loose quotes.
It’s cold indirection,
but my metabolism really took off, along
with emotions from a huge manuscript
I was freezing —
watching text spin like sentience
refined by anthropic bias. Since, tho,
it’s none of the above, this could be for you now.
struck by the French property owner. You know,
plagiarism done in loose quotes.
It’s cold indirection,
but my metabolism really took off, along
with emotions from a huge manuscript
I was freezing —
watching text spin like sentience
refined by anthropic bias. Since, tho,
it’s none of the above, this could be for you now.
What can be done to a bore? I register nothing. Never again?
Boredom is poor experiment, our supervisors said. And that’s what we wrote down to snap out of it — lightness, joy, eyes-open dream. And 3rd cousin to dream: Knower and known in clean osmosis. It’s clearer every day we’re way, way behind the suitably flared zoological frontier.
Time I guess to air-lift our eagerness and cover it with worn-down Keds and Swiss Army knives. I might think I’ve been a floater of cynicism in relation to any eager concept I sever. (It’s hard for me to take credit.) “It’s always about dying,”
Btw, it’s “never death.”
I still consider head scratchers boredom managers. They hold genetic information but don’t understand. It often skips a generation.
Boredom is poor experiment, our supervisors said. And that’s what we wrote down to snap out of it — lightness, joy, eyes-open dream. And 3rd cousin to dream: Knower and known in clean osmosis. It’s clearer every day we’re way, way behind the suitably flared zoological frontier.
Time I guess to air-lift our eagerness and cover it with worn-down Keds and Swiss Army knives. I might think I’ve been a floater of cynicism in relation to any eager concept I sever. (It’s hard for me to take credit.) “It’s always about dying,”
Btw, it’s “never death.”
I still consider head scratchers boredom managers. They hold genetic information but don’t understand. It often skips a generation.
8/8/19
Elder 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,
forbears, quickening what we expect from
fallen heroes on the diagram.. cheers for inviting us, as well as differential probabilities.
Very differential... 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,
forbears, quickening what we expect from
fallen heroes on the diagram.. cheers for inviting us, as well as differential probabilities.
Very differential... very well, improvisations solve for paradox
— a more refined backdrop in so circular an ambiguity of scale.
En route to the dogs, there’s the apocalypse within; pushing deeply, our lot’s in a hurry.
Can we cut to the scary part?
No future arouses chaotic phenomena rooting for any singularity ahead until there is no threshold. Matter persists, no dissonance, no disruption, a new status quo: perpetual, sparkled amid meanderings that are ordered appearances going dormant or running off with fresh incentives for a frontier in unboundedness, optics unravelled in dissolving attitudes behind all the good times forward.
Can we cut to the scary part?
No future arouses chaotic phenomena rooting for any singularity ahead until there is no threshold. Matter persists, no dissonance, no disruption, a new status quo: perpetual, sparkled amid meanderings that are ordered appearances going dormant or running off with fresh incentives for a frontier in unboundedness, optics unravelled in dissolving attitudes behind all the good times forward.
Are you healthy enough for perfection in a gridded environment?
That’s a track question.
A motive for our dialog stencils many other expectations while class struggle gets slippery.
Or peach-dreamy, subverting history. The poster says democracy
But reading it in a fixed scheme subverts federalist imminence.
A motive for our dialog stencils many other expectations while class struggle gets slippery.
Or peach-dreamy, subverting history. The poster says democracy
But reading it in a fixed scheme subverts federalist imminence.
Sonnet 78:
Disperse my rudeness.
Captain scientist, see what influences we’ve advanced, doubled? See what more you can do! Your eyes throw us down a hole and we keep there, cover me up. You are all my art. Teach / learn my rude ignorance.
Only these exceptions: I wasn’t talking to you. I was singing on high to the fair interest of the corps. Ah, same time, so often I’ve invoked you as a muse, I’m afraid I can’t keep working with you looking over my shoulder.
I hope I’ve been clear.
Disperse my rudeness.
Captain scientist, see what influences we’ve advanced, doubled? See what more you can do! Your eyes throw us down a hole and we keep there, cover me up. You are all my art. Teach / learn my rude ignorance.
Only these exceptions: I wasn’t talking to you. I was singing on high to the fair interest of the corps. Ah, same time, so often I’ve invoked you as a muse, I’m afraid I can’t keep working with you looking over my shoulder.
I hope I’ve been clear.
O Buddhists of progress
We’re back in vertigo
Yielding authority practicing karate high noon
: Yeh, sure, take me on your own.
Karate brings up laws of nature. Laws vast and tiny. Or vice versa.
Or maybe the law is contextually pragmatic, more like mannerist enigma-cutting, modifying collective memory w/in incessant self-interrogation?
Who can share no one’s convictions?
We’re back in vertigo
Yielding authority practicing karate high noon
: Yeh, sure, take me on your own.
Karate brings up laws of nature. Laws vast and tiny. Or vice versa.
Or maybe the law is contextually pragmatic, more like mannerist enigma-cutting, modifying collective memory w/in incessant self-interrogation?
Who can share no one’s convictions?
Guards stood tall in part over parcels. Now they tell me to take off my belt. Your belt.
My impression is each motion serves a purpose. A higher light according to utopians hoisted in the sky headed toward realpolitik under their own glare. Guards collapsing into supernumerary states of hemi-fusion, 2 or more. Small adjustments in scales opposite a line-up of our un-numbed bodies. (2 or more.) Every dancer stops for a mote, a moment, feels better they tell me.
Then we yield to the rush of new people stage center, taking on our subject matter w/ a backwash expressed as enzymes to clear up no differences worth repeating.
My impression is each motion serves a purpose. A higher light according to utopians hoisted in the sky headed toward realpolitik under their own glare. Guards collapsing into supernumerary states of hemi-fusion, 2 or more. Small adjustments in scales opposite a line-up of our un-numbed bodies. (2 or more.) Every dancer stops for a mote, a moment, feels better they tell me.
Then we yield to the rush of new people stage center, taking on our subject matter w/ a backwash expressed as enzymes to clear up no differences worth repeating.
8/7/19
It’s pie for you now to set yourself free through what you don’t know — that takes a kind of thou shalt resurvey, needing practice and achieved overviews. The verbatim relishes living among a slew of lucky design ideas orphaned to an alien ethnicity, busted out of place, in the wrong skin and age.
(Welcome home.)
(Welcome home.)
Sweeping reductions were next.
One pleasure then is borrowing sentences to cut our rent.
The previous owner told us to cut it all off, gave us gobs of cash
and that led to holding our share of a volatile
augmented beyond constraint, driven
by the smallest shift in feeling you all over me at the core.
I never use that word now.
One pleasure then is borrowing sentences to cut our rent.
The previous owner told us to cut it all off, gave us gobs of cash
and that led to holding our share of a volatile
augmented beyond constraint, driven
by the smallest shift in feeling you all over me at the core.
I never use that word now.
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?
Start writing.
It’s easy going out and doing things you don’t know. No repeat parts.
The charge is here, thrill in peeling back from nothing as well as failing to remember the (mission) exchange. Or extra charge.
What does it mean to work? I don’t know that either. What I know is how to belong, stake out territory and bust heads, maintaining an atmosphere of trust.
It’s easy going out and doing things you don’t know. No repeat parts.
The charge is here, thrill in peeling back from nothing as well as failing to remember the (mission) exchange. Or extra charge.
What does it mean to work? I don’t know that either. What I know is how to belong, stake out territory and bust heads, maintaining an atmosphere of trust.
A great sunrise centers on net worth while clock keepers ground level are clutching data that prospect on appearances, looking up on the hour. This always defines a square block with a pinch of stairs. Nice stairs. Nice worth.
Everything we note here is integrated, also resonating up to a clearing where you can charge fees along any horizon that’s magnified until it’s askew. 5:02.
8/6/19
On the closing date, only a scent. No contrivance or Schubertian opposition feels like glistening bouclé heating under debate pressure. Arguments by analogy are always weak. Our roles are to fill this in, lengthening Schubert’s insipid menace while coddling the wetlands. I call this a sex drive / minus attrition.
The wetlands work it through. Words we had and didn’t have consequences. Learned good is bad is good. Nonetheless the lesson learned appears unseen and as unspeakable as libido constituting a knowledge module, aimlessly blowing in news of constant unitary joy...
The wetlands work it through. Words we had and didn’t have consequences. Learned good is bad is good. Nonetheless the lesson learned appears unseen and as unspeakable as libido constituting a knowledge module, aimlessly blowing in news of constant unitary joy...
It’s a privilege to be singled out
.. Suffering, complaining, 2 out of 3 observers got off, depleting the shipment. Surnames are ..oh forget it, uh? They’re randomly conjoined.
They mentioned their legendary roots, cleansed of terror. (I heard there’s a user’s list of trainers and trainées.)
Fall back, breathe while our rescuer-recruits get authenticated.
Breathe, again, push, five..
It’s about not breaking ranks
To achieve a balanced personality we come to bury.
.. Suffering, complaining, 2 out of 3 observers got off, depleting the shipment. Surnames are ..oh forget it, uh? They’re randomly conjoined.
They mentioned their legendary roots, cleansed of terror. (I heard there’s a user’s list of trainers and trainées.)
Fall back, breathe while our rescuer-recruits get authenticated.
Breathe, again, push, five..
It’s about not breaking ranks
To achieve a balanced personality we come to bury.
22: Inside you
The mirror shows a raiment of sorts — therefore
so long as your youth cover me & your ...
breast live in mine
— praise & the opposite grow acrostic, seemly rife, stirred by your beauty
for days. I grab my pen and clamber over to write down hearsay bearing your heart
(unrehearsed washes of shadows at you will)
where we’re coupling to eclipse dated soundtracks, fixed in air, true in love. Expiators.
The mirror shows a raiment of sorts — therefore
so long as your youth cover me & your ...
breast live in mine
— praise & the opposite grow acrostic, seemly rife, stirred by your beauty
for days. I grab my pen and clamber over to write down hearsay bearing your heart
(unrehearsed washes of shadows at you will)
where we’re coupling to eclipse dated soundtracks, fixed in air, true in love. Expiators.
The bird feeder pipes in, “Linked phrases run through the a’s, b’s, c’s so on, but a-phrases, again, often point to the composition (the kind I am).
B-wise, my creativity
is not wasted in remorse.
What I owe: I know
almost and almost lost,
unfinished, in everything. For the c’s
I looked over a scratchy plain
of dandelions, empiricism, clover:
Ah universality! It’s always your newness:
and I see your forms
as I fill in the questionnaire
putting my back into it.”
B-wise, my creativity
is not wasted in remorse.
What I owe: I know
almost and almost lost,
unfinished, in everything. For the c’s
I looked over a scratchy plain
of dandelions, empiricism, clover:
Ah universality! It’s always your newness:
and I see your forms
as I fill in the questionnaire
putting my back into it.”
I came for the invoices.
Ever notice? No one lives in that town.
Half-vegetarian, self-colliding fog drinks only from its disconnected, treasured demographic squandering energy.
We cannot mean erasure, remember.
Our nerve infused by regulatory propriety until we get up to dance founding paradox.
Name a landscape and give birth, rename it and you bestow an ecology of resonance and history.
We’ve heard enough.
This is strictly the governor’s business.
Ever notice? No one lives in that town.
Half-vegetarian, self-colliding fog drinks only from its disconnected, treasured demographic squandering energy.
We cannot mean erasure, remember.
Our nerve infused by regulatory propriety until we get up to dance founding paradox.
Name a landscape and give birth, rename it and you bestow an ecology of resonance and history.
We’ve heard enough.
This is strictly the governor’s business.
8/5/19
Everyone’s welcome. The emptiness that was
one fine day...
A mercury-brimmed screed
insubstantial in unexpectedness
to dawn, ‘disappeared’
into the leg o’mutton of oblivion :
You behind the scenes evaporating..
— we owe you nothing
falling out w/ your daylight and sexual theater on the same sheer precipice.. every day becoming ordinary knowledge
of parallel ebullience
waiting to come round up ideas sprouting from half-sleep,
holding w/in geometry to grant the horizon the whole body.
one fine day...
A mercury-brimmed screed
insubstantial in unexpectedness
to dawn, ‘disappeared’
into the leg o’mutton of oblivion :
You behind the scenes evaporating..
— we owe you nothing
falling out w/ your daylight and sexual theater on the same sheer precipice.. every day becoming ordinary knowledge
of parallel ebullience
waiting to come round up ideas sprouting from half-sleep,
holding w/in geometry to grant the horizon the whole body.
60: Sing: On a human ~ ant landscape, god feeds on us ants.
It’s unparalleled to the end.
Sing: this changing place, this pebbled
shore is in the repair shop because
it is the repair shop — as miles streak by...
We’ll do what we can — crawling to maturity
set on the rarity of your natural youth and beauty.
Slim odds. Almost the same as hopeless in times w/ no hope
Yet guardians who follow grow tired of interruptions and self-
reflective outreach; wherewith the corporation is late
and lonely as an interdiscipline that threatens.
When? as soon as today.
It’s unparalleled to the end.
Sing: this changing place, this pebbled
shore is in the repair shop because
it is the repair shop — as miles streak by...
We’ll do what we can — crawling to maturity
set on the rarity of your natural youth and beauty.
Slim odds. Almost the same as hopeless in times w/ no hope
Yet guardians who follow grow tired of interruptions and self-
reflective outreach; wherewith the corporation is late
and lonely as an interdiscipline that threatens.
When? as soon as today.
No escape no fooling.
Rain is a collective that takes singular form.
Replacement rain falls on rain, a term of art.
The pace is noncommittal; a global officialdom germinates apart.
We don’t follow Jesus or Yaweh, except chronologically;
The topic thread is I’m a friend of theirs, barely.
Rain! I feel sick yelling frequent amens.
I do my best and worst in the future and still get rained on...
Rain is a collective that takes singular form.
Replacement rain falls on rain, a term of art.
The pace is noncommittal; a global officialdom germinates apart.
We don’t follow Jesus or Yaweh, except chronologically;
The topic thread is I’m a friend of theirs, barely.
Rain! I feel sick yelling frequent amens.
I do my best and worst in the future and still get rained on...
Morality can’t be beat.
No amnesty? A ship was on the way
from mare nostrum
or / & like crustaceans we gave in, up to now.
Blinds drawn, our preachy, scavenged opacity fills w/ sang-froid riches of dark matter, soaking in its stygian pedigree.
Before that yoga is fantastic, a civilizing coterie added to survival space & entered into w/ a worldview w/out achieving access to felt qualities.
No amnesty? A ship was on the way
from mare nostrum
or / & like crustaceans we gave in, up to now.
Blinds drawn, our preachy, scavenged opacity fills w/ sang-froid riches of dark matter, soaking in its stygian pedigree.
Before that yoga is fantastic, a civilizing coterie added to survival space & entered into w/ a worldview w/out achieving access to felt qualities.
8/4/19
Meanwhile I go thru assembly
to give in to take you out, shake you tamed, Toy
Dart — All your life as if a mercurial quantum.. floating in erotic lurches and nibbling torque measured across dotted lines...
On and off I can discern your underwear, a denomination marked by intimacy. They pill.
Yeah, that’s funny.
Take all of mine.
Dart — All your life as if a mercurial quantum.. floating in erotic lurches and nibbling torque measured across dotted lines...
On and off I can discern your underwear, a denomination marked by intimacy. They pill.
Yeah, that’s funny.
Take all of mine.
Once I had an eye & a golden beak.
Predictive dialectic is not strong enough. I repeat,
My miming the berserk,
Mining homilies & off-color copy
Comprise exploration in Audubon-ship.
Does any bird genus follower know more than I forgot?
Pardon me. Emergency! Excuse me. “...my
Kiss is not avian. It’s just atheist exuberance.”
Predictive dialectic is not strong enough. I repeat,
My miming the berserk,
Mining homilies & off-color copy
Comprise exploration in Audubon-ship.
Does any bird genus follower know more than I forgot?
Pardon me. Emergency! Excuse me. “...my
Kiss is not avian. It’s just atheist exuberance.”
* Before I turn into another parabola of you, yours, I should take myself out and stay out, crabbed, hesitant to set off emotion that might fail. There’re signs you just want to cry — and it’s not a bad smell, just sad or a bit wifty from dimness when I wake up. It all goes well. You and I take off, tho. One by one. Reasons are weather related, paleness this morning and a similar wash of fog coming back, violaceous air offshore yesterday, the day before. Winds shifted and I barely pertain, and why should I? It would be contradictory and limitlessly impolite to insist we’ve won in a runoff of longing and gratitude. That you and I are taking time to sift through (even the slightest) parts here would be one datum of coincident poses. I cherish your transitioning to mine, bringing it up to me every day yet I can’t presume what we can’t express, foundering and tongue-tied, handing our fortune over to the 1st letters of the alphabet. You want back in — me too. Keep in touch.
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