Provincetown: Veined staff encourage sampling
as Lt Benji takes fingerprints, a full-time hobby
for Meister cabin boy in charge, over 30.
No evidence yet (or ever). The night is young.
*
Driving east then north delivers good news, stateliness already had its faint say. Now we can text and drive over time and zeta functions falling in hedgerows across 6a like a new highway divider along an infinite axis.
3/31/20
Ghosts? Zombies? No. That market is unregulated & inefficient.
I put in a skylight instead, for my
Newest apartment, top floor in your building, a small
Bedroom, kitchenette, barely a sitting room with parts of a sectional.
One wall papered cloud patterns, washed grassland, blue woods, lemurs.
Mad in pursuit.
I put in a skylight instead, for my
Newest apartment, top floor in your building, a small
Bedroom, kitchenette, barely a sitting room with parts of a sectional.
One wall papered cloud patterns, washed grassland, blue woods, lemurs.
Mad in pursuit.
There is no name then it’s absence and torment. His life is built around sane choices w/ a sense of one person, even though in a few seconds, I’m in memory * of that person to come. Haw.
Some don’t hear clearly when one’s “voice” joins others’ to deepen ultimately anonymous expressions of desire. * The memory part is mostly vice versa.
Some don’t hear clearly when one’s “voice” joins others’ to deepen ultimately anonymous expressions of desire. * The memory part is mostly vice versa.
129: That slap in the face is harder to explain now,
on purpose laid to make the taker mad — a waste..
Traffic jammed under the apartments — tropical reaction —
A cruel lemon sliver caught in your savage nose, past reason,
Extreme, despised, tangy..
Romeo and Eurydice. A rude joy proposed behind a dream. Just a wedge.
on purpose laid to make the taker mad — a waste..
Traffic jammed under the apartments — tropical reaction —
A cruel lemon sliver caught in your savage nose, past reason,
Extreme, despised, tangy..
Romeo and Eurydice. A rude joy proposed behind a dream. Just a wedge.
A truffle and goat cheese pizza, for all its ambition, feels contrived
next to Talking Chimp.
The Talking Mallard Dogs sounded as good as they looked, they learned how to speak for themselves, and they came off so authentic you and your pet would think they were Talking Chimps. But they produced only vowel sounds from a larynx implant device.
Talking Chimp is laughing now unable to stop rubbing down there. Spa services await you, Talking Chimp!
The Talking Mallard Dogs sounded as good as they looked, they learned how to speak for themselves, and they came off so authentic you and your pet would think they were Talking Chimps. But they produced only vowel sounds from a larynx implant device.
Talking Chimp is laughing now unable to stop rubbing down there. Spa services await you, Talking Chimp!
There’ll be one execution just in case.
What documents do I need?
I still write poetry. Yet I have no regrets.
I subsist in attrition finding and picking up purviews —
One new standard
remains (that) the first floor is the planet.
Th e enigmatic under one rule are eaten alive by song layouts;
that’s the power of verse syllogisms over life...
The elevated prose idea of August
helps us get through life wellness rooms
circulating a moratorium on error —
so help yourself — April thru July.
What documents do I need?
I still write poetry. Yet I have no regrets.
I subsist in attrition finding and picking up purviews —
One new standard
remains (that) the first floor is the planet.
Th e enigmatic under one rule are eaten alive by song layouts;
that’s the power of verse syllogisms over life...
The elevated prose idea of August
helps us get through life wellness rooms
circulating a moratorium on error —
so help yourself — April thru July.
3/30/20
You and I reach consensus within erotic catalysts where touch management is unleashed. But the scenery is suddenly beyond modern representation while the crew calms us down. There’s a dual nature to anonymity that makes clinical insight disappear, a bright pulling apart at the G-20 summitry of escape.
What’s semiology? (I don’t remember whose or how, unless we un-gnarl affects to figure it out?)
What’s semiology? (I don’t remember whose or how, unless we un-gnarl affects to figure it out?)
A murderer’s son asks for poetry about poetry,
a quick exit from cultural doubt and underworld bloodlines.
“Every man is a Rimbaud issue, be mine as we consider
relaxing colloquy, northern flickers w/ masked ducks or
an illustrator in oils at noon, someone who routinely does things
that would be awesome if unintentional.
Purple black teal will be exaggerated.”
The son is in control, revealed by the sounding-it-out tools.
Very good: Very goo. I mean knocking all repenters
off, throwing knives, wrecking them from the inside, slicing up!
“A game of obeisance is long overdue. And I’m back in the dog pound, now
reading and writing without an attorney. That’s how the paint sails.”
a quick exit from cultural doubt and underworld bloodlines.
“Every man is a Rimbaud issue, be mine as we consider
relaxing colloquy, northern flickers w/ masked ducks or
an illustrator in oils at noon, someone who routinely does things
that would be awesome if unintentional.
Purple black teal will be exaggerated.”
The son is in control, revealed by the sounding-it-out tools.
Very good: Very goo. I mean knocking all repenters
off, throwing knives, wrecking them from the inside, slicing up!
“A game of obeisance is long overdue. And I’m back in the dog pound, now
reading and writing without an attorney. That’s how the paint sails.”
128: How often the ear stands tacit partner confounded with sweet concord. To stay in concord .. (I know jacks about this ..)
To stay in concord, how often envy falls off — as tho entr’acte — wiry yet fluid motions, a nimble boldness to harvest for saucy change:
Blushing to be tickled I kiss inwardly on your tender palms that sway in and out,
Either side of my lips, poor lips, more than nimble, blessed, tickled inward, dancing gingerly for your fingers and your lips to kiss.
To stay in concord, how often envy falls off — as tho entr’acte — wiry yet fluid motions, a nimble boldness to harvest for saucy change:
Blushing to be tickled I kiss inwardly on your tender palms that sway in and out,
Either side of my lips, poor lips, more than nimble, blessed, tickled inward, dancing gingerly for your fingers and your lips to kiss.
I practice English. I only pay for what I need. With regard to equity and its ovoid, homeostasis, in the compulsive battle over separating compulsion from externalizing desire..
Through the door on top of which words.. ?
My alter ego comes home from finishing school. She’s wearing khakis and a loose shirt she keeps on along with my new backpack stuffed with monographs. She wants more than a group-regulated ethos for the manufacture of comedy and verse. But, little one, auteur-ship is a social construct...
Reverberant, lapidary Misty Carrara stepped into another room. “I’m not going anywhere void of menace.”
Through the door on top of which words.. ?
My alter ego comes home from finishing school. She’s wearing khakis and a loose shirt she keeps on along with my new backpack stuffed with monographs. She wants more than a group-regulated ethos for the manufacture of comedy and verse. But, little one, auteur-ship is a social construct...
Reverberant, lapidary Misty Carrara stepped into another room. “I’m not going anywhere void of menace.”
3/29/20
Accelerating destruction in the Amazon, a chunk the size of Rhode Island burns down each year. This buckaroo practice results in rich farmland that’s productive for about five years. After that, the soil turns into dust and sand.
Carports for the farmers, then, are an interim step. Dust when it rains becomes haze and steam the color of moist bubble-like illusion.
Carports for the farmers, then, are an interim step. Dust when it rains becomes haze and steam the color of moist bubble-like illusion.
Cocktails, 4:00 pm.
Dissonance born of necessity, one dialog reflects gritty, highly-trafficked back alleys of jinx, beaming seduction and violence.
Are you in good enough shape for precision?
One is a little off, ok — speaking the usual way subverts expectations.
A stencil of our new dialog enflames others
As each thought extols paying homage to paying homage, finding a subject.
Dissonance born of necessity, one dialog reflects gritty, highly-trafficked back alleys of jinx, beaming seduction and violence.
Are you in good enough shape for precision?
One is a little off, ok — speaking the usual way subverts expectations.
A stencil of our new dialog enflames others
As each thought extols paying homage to paying homage, finding a subject.
5: No remembrance of confounding beauty — Your lovely gaze where beauty dwells.
Of course I never rested as a stealth pointillist portraying sweet, bare women and men. Subjects were mostly strung out on sofas — big, jaunty shapes who swaddled their inner pooch — gentle work but now yes I love you better frosty and lusty!
— I’d say I’m framed by approaching you often as summer’s pointillist distilling pulverized, liquid dots
— a framed prisoner doing time,
pent up by tyrannical daylight that still excels in leading us on —
Of course I never rested as a stealth pointillist portraying sweet, bare women and men. Subjects were mostly strung out on sofas — big, jaunty shapes who swaddled their inner pooch — gentle work but now yes I love you better frosty and lusty!
— I’d say I’m framed by approaching you often as summer’s pointillist distilling pulverized, liquid dots
— a framed prisoner doing time,
pent up by tyrannical daylight that still excels in leading us on —
Been holding our tongues. That’s how it works.
Non-interference taking charge, under which an authentic kindergarten, bourgeois language, genetic dance and charades get raised and quest is forcibly asserted. Working against deadline shapes the last phase of withdrawal from our deadlock with future attributes. Oedipus meantime, our founder, targeted a fan like me because of ageless obligations to familial platitude, his camouflage in plain view, the better part of stiff winds over centuries-old middle ground.
Non-interference taking charge, under which an authentic kindergarten, bourgeois language, genetic dance and charades get raised and quest is forcibly asserted. Working against deadline shapes the last phase of withdrawal from our deadlock with future attributes. Oedipus meantime, our founder, targeted a fan like me because of ageless obligations to familial platitude, his camouflage in plain view, the better part of stiff winds over centuries-old middle ground.
— Let’s be fair, a song of gossip v a notional prosodic partnership is a fluke enjoining boosters of inequity.
Runic, compared to verse now.
It just snowballed until all frontiers on Earth were taken under one rule.
Our slogan could be restated: Bodies of formulae destroy poetry until only style prevails.
(Yay..)
Runic, compared to verse now.
It just snowballed until all frontiers on Earth were taken under one rule.
Our slogan could be restated: Bodies of formulae destroy poetry until only style prevails.
(Yay..)
3/28/20
I might have lived happily in another state
Standing in neoplatonic darkness. A white bike
To follow a path out /
Inky smoke releasing a genocide of screens, like
Thought beginning in waves easily agitated, reproached, disappeared
In drumming opinions and worst practices —
So rejecting dogma goes off the board.
A white bike, please.
Standing in neoplatonic darkness. A white bike
To follow a path out /
Inky smoke releasing a genocide of screens, like
Thought beginning in waves easily agitated, reproached, disappeared
In drumming opinions and worst practices —
So rejecting dogma goes off the board.
A white bike, please.
In alchemy, I’m told, you wear wet marks under your shirt — there you go — sent,
Slotted for long scream divisions raising heads.
Lines of argument stampede out bourn in heartbeats .. bright debate
Drawing boundaries along dark areas of science-y propaganda. And ..
.. owing to your interest, this won’t designate accession.
Only agreement, one of many as noted by spreading optimism, the plan.
Slotted for long scream divisions raising heads.
Lines of argument stampede out bourn in heartbeats .. bright debate
Drawing boundaries along dark areas of science-y propaganda. And ..
.. owing to your interest, this won’t designate accession.
Only agreement, one of many as noted by spreading optimism, the plan.
Instructions are errands in advanced circles, to tell or read it as fake v. the real fake sprawl with the naked around Marie Antoinette’s. They were textually modern, respectable Euro folk: They undressed for success
and survival. They avoided careers that were intellectually focused, peering
back and soaking up the city among savages of their own designs.
I’m my own boss.
The flamenco troupe darts of light & sweet algorithms in chunks.
(The subtracted j-walkers return with renditions from a counterculture.)
I’m thinking of giving head, until my spinal column heats up, thinking of you.
and survival. They avoided careers that were intellectually focused, peering
back and soaking up the city among savages of their own designs.
I’m my own boss.
The flamenco troupe darts of light & sweet algorithms in chunks.
(The subtracted j-walkers return with renditions from a counterculture.)
I’m thinking of giving head, until my spinal column heats up, thinking of you.
115: Devouring you and reckoning.. I love you best, babe. A doubting 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. Nay,
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 a million accidents (how angry rewrite gets, afterward) and how it makes your tan beauty (and me) enflamed for pale, poker-faced poets like Rene.
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 a million accidents (how angry rewrite gets, afterward) and how it makes your tan beauty (and me) enflamed for pale, poker-faced poets like Rene.
Blushing news.. unlikely
Accidents. One time I was inconsonant. Or..
I was found holding a grand lodge of doing-splits glossary.
— why
Does a face brake a fart?
You had on your fabulous eye blush from a while ago. Cunning
Thing is every cadet had it goes without saying a probability before
The surge in votes —
And all of us now are blown up by
Getting wind of revoking
Our oomph only if it has not taken effect,
Holding us afloat.
Accidents. One time I was inconsonant. Or..
I was found holding a grand lodge of doing-splits glossary.
— why
Does a face brake a fart?
You had on your fabulous eye blush from a while ago. Cunning
Thing is every cadet had it goes without saying a probability before
The surge in votes —
And all of us now are blown up by
Getting wind of revoking
Our oomph only if it has not taken effect,
Holding us afloat.
3/27/20
Future solarization = zealotry = teen manners.
Down, one-eyed birds. I may have to leave you guys.
Thin in Henleys you and I got dragged to the ceremony, moist, asleep.
My own appearance leaves me acknowledging you,
your forbears, quickening what we expect from
fallen heroes in the i.d. diagram.. cheers for inviting us, as well as all differential
probabilities. Very differential... and very well, improvisations solve for paradox
— a more refined backdrop in so circular an ambiguity of scale.
Down, one-eyed birds. I may have to leave you guys.
Thin in Henleys you and I got dragged to the ceremony, moist, asleep.
My own appearance leaves me acknowledging you,
your forbears, quickening what we expect from
fallen heroes in the i.d. diagram.. cheers for inviting us, as well as all differential
probabilities. Very differential... and very well, improvisations solve for paradox
— a more refined backdrop in so circular an ambiguity of scale.
A note to capitalist rats, since the poor make us sick — stuck, instead,
learning the plane facts by heart in capsule surveys
: the pace is noncommittal (not nothing) if you don’t inhabit what you’re saying, shhhh ... Yes, fool, you sick pilot intern — bobbling,
Learning about how to learn renders rote memory uncool (& fatuous) even if officialdom won’t understand when we fly off.
As we advance, there are four thousand references from which to plagiarize our proposals, while the materials become more complex, building on what’s been said —
yielding faster access to the obscure but brightest reference table with sof’ freaks — handsome, sniffed all over, never complicated, staring down our bitewings.
: the pace is noncommittal (not nothing) if you don’t inhabit what you’re saying, shhhh ... Yes, fool, you sick pilot intern — bobbling,
Learning about how to learn renders rote memory uncool (& fatuous) even if officialdom won’t understand when we fly off.
As we advance, there are four thousand references from which to plagiarize our proposals, while the materials become more complex, building on what’s been said —
yielding faster access to the obscure but brightest reference table with sof’ freaks — handsome, sniffed all over, never complicated, staring down our bitewings.
63: Hours..drain..blood. And something came up.
As I am now, Max Planck fellows are running off with radical research incentives for a frontier in vanishing unboundedness: Cramming organized treasures in a small package, tethered particle immolation. The dignity of boson appearances, confounding cruelty and love, alike, fed from memory. Never cut. With little or no motive, the sky foregrounds the process styles of mere appearances, stealing only ‘just anarchic joys,’ all of them, always.
As I am now, Max Planck fellows are running off with radical research incentives for a frontier in vanishing unboundedness: Cramming organized treasures in a small package, tethered particle immolation. The dignity of boson appearances, confounding cruelty and love, alike, fed from memory. Never cut. With little or no motive, the sky foregrounds the process styles of mere appearances, stealing only ‘just anarchic joys,’ all of them, always.
Driving over taking stock of action figures.
What did they spell? slender objectives before obstacles. To follow instructions, slippers are warmed; the commissary sits down in the sub-chamber, aimlessly glistening. I’m often holed up on the second level with a few major issues from another time, then, much like Byronic properties.
A fragrance is found shaking your head and mine, wiping our brows.
The soaking stairs float, for good, if they could.
— a weakening of the night body — today ’til night — one enzyme waking up isolated above all, a seeming eternity.. that pertains still (still as my whole life).
What did they spell? slender objectives before obstacles. To follow instructions, slippers are warmed; the commissary sits down in the sub-chamber, aimlessly glistening. I’m often holed up on the second level with a few major issues from another time, then, much like Byronic properties.
A fragrance is found shaking your head and mine, wiping our brows.
The soaking stairs float, for good, if they could.
— a weakening of the night body — today ’til night — one enzyme waking up isolated above all, a seeming eternity.. that pertains still (still as my whole life).
Full expression is expected yet ruinous ahead of patterned, glimmering haze surrounding the powerful, dating them; you know, that level of glamorous self regard goes high. It’s impossible to remember most of what they say. If all we do is seduce and denote conquests, we lose. We lose austere joys, cloud dogma, sculpture perpetrated out of wire in scentless comfort, winter’s ongoing progress. Scentless discomfort, too.
3/26/20
Beginning to get the picture. Your flash is on this surface.
You taste of star anise ‘launching’ the latest OS in fertility: you wiggle like a borzoi
also w/ backsliding wipe-outs & their aftermath:
trash-flashes we tautologize into cattle calls of harmful purity.
At least our calls are in the area...
‘holding each other open’ ordaining our interpretive devices to
bleep up to the top.
There may be other areas, too.
You taste of star anise ‘launching’ the latest OS in fertility: you wiggle like a borzoi
also w/ backsliding wipe-outs & their aftermath:
trash-flashes we tautologize into cattle calls of harmful purity.
At least our calls are in the area...
‘holding each other open’ ordaining our interpretive devices to
bleep up to the top.
There may be other areas, too.
Full version.
Holy explaeive!
Sorry. Your language is procedural.. lengthening its insipid menace.
Accommodations are key. That’s why we signed a contract
hammering out so much history & sensory awareness.
It’s said starting to speak of you is written better where it’s taught.
I have more prominent rooms for you.
(Our addendum is in the mouth.)
Holy explaeive!
Sorry. Your language is procedural.. lengthening its insipid menace.
Accommodations are key. That’s why we signed a contract
hammering out so much history & sensory awareness.
It’s said starting to speak of you is written better where it’s taught.
I have more prominent rooms for you.
(Our addendum is in the mouth.)
You’re both bat shit over it. Well, I really enjoyed it. 95 percent. For this is how badinage rifles thru consequences. How fronds drop their tendrils, unstopping scents, 4 wheels 1 approach, a moon roof, lounging in queue for our next meal. You can’t predict what you are going to intake, and there aren’t enough shortcuts to go around to encapsulate your suspicions.
What does he look like now? It’s ok to ask?
Snaps of skepticism, sharpened anomalies.
An etude like celebrity.
patched in resistance, creating busy, making-chaos “work” enacting a more cautionary afterlife, absent trifles and your intuitive psychiatry.
The music took off about here, 1st looked wonderful along the quays with embarrassed breakpoints to the past, thinning out in the high style of dining (Otto Dix). Something hesitant.
What does he look like now? It’s ok to ask?
Snaps of skepticism, sharpened anomalies.
An etude like celebrity.
patched in resistance, creating busy, making-chaos “work” enacting a more cautionary afterlife, absent trifles and your intuitive psychiatry.
The music took off about here, 1st looked wonderful along the quays with embarrassed breakpoints to the past, thinning out in the high style of dining (Otto Dix). Something hesitant.
83: Life with Mr Juice came up short — charm
-ing & familiar — unfair tenderness in a paper sack.
Hostess bike spinners & fake license & plate.
A poet’s debt.
I found (or again I thought within silence)
Your eyes are nagging me for more .. admit you miss modern art & text devices.
You miss the first drag. You miss painting
Mr Juice wearing new credentials
As your inner being when others would give life.. as you, like me, have nothing set.
Have you read, poets’ praise & worth get ten percent of their daily
Calories from soda & smoking — sleeping to excess.
Mute poets hereon become slack.
Thereon, as Juice imputes to me, I’m barren as I am dumb.
-ing & familiar — unfair tenderness in a paper sack.
Hostess bike spinners & fake license & plate.
A poet’s debt.
I found (or again I thought within silence)
Your eyes are nagging me for more .. admit you miss modern art & text devices.
You miss the first drag. You miss painting
Mr Juice wearing new credentials
As your inner being when others would give life.. as you, like me, have nothing set.
Have you read, poets’ praise & worth get ten percent of their daily
Calories from soda & smoking — sleeping to excess.
Mute poets hereon become slack.
Thereon, as Juice imputes to me, I’m barren as I am dumb.
It’s about time for the moody and unexpected.
We mosey back to right about where we want clarity about motives.
We’re in no hurry.
Snow and sun? We’re expecting something.
Ice or melt go missing but not lost.
The reader note went on, One afternoon while relaxing one poured over a confusional book. It reads we are at the dawn of epistemology raising consciousness we can’t get from career studies alone. It continued, the mood wobbles. It does. It vibrates. But nothing’s lost that’s unexpected. It’s about time.
Post-cogency, you still doing that? That’s what’s oblong about sadness,
the real overhead. Lost time, money. A sky of ice cubes for what party in sleep? I’ll take sherry Pepsi. And just the sardines.
The cat owner in me is unknown to me,
permeates me. Consequences...
Lost time is sawed off and knowing better.
the real overhead. Lost time, money. A sky of ice cubes for what party in sleep? I’ll take sherry Pepsi. And just the sardines.
The cat owner in me is unknown to me,
permeates me. Consequences...
Lost time is sawed off and knowing better.
3/25/20
I’m new to this housewarming.
That’s why we have two arrays for time & harmony.
Can waving personal evolution like a ‘crown’ of contradictions
supersede nature,
a piece of research asks: Why open
not quite a theory? it’s string conjecture.
Intimation, insinuation, innuendo.
Then it became something I ate.
That’s why we have two arrays for time & harmony.
Can waving personal evolution like a ‘crown’ of contradictions
supersede nature,
a piece of research asks: Why open
not quite a theory? it’s string conjecture.
Intimation, insinuation, innuendo.
Then it became something I ate.
Sundial-changing give-and-take contests a thousand bees stinging our feet
— after we improvised the text and handed it in. The theory here,
pleasure is to ethics as Spode is to gastronomy
while across the terrain a recurring nightmare, film tunnels’re lifting wax paper (in wind) when the water is abusive — yet all ends adaptively.
The strategy is
like any landscape, wait for mistakes (1) and (2) pounce.
— after we improvised the text and handed it in. The theory here,
pleasure is to ethics as Spode is to gastronomy
while across the terrain a recurring nightmare, film tunnels’re lifting wax paper (in wind) when the water is abusive — yet all ends adaptively.
The strategy is
like any landscape, wait for mistakes (1) and (2) pounce.
A cynical swarm steps over and above battle monotones. Our direction shifts as our nervous systems distort exchanges in love so long as the sexes are divided. I’m so a wielder of a goaded identity. But if you or I decry how compromised I am, we miss the point, generally.
Time to release the affinity shapes. I think I’ll stop before that.
(On the other hand, I get kind of overstimulated by bland generalizations .. I wouldn't know how to come down on many everyday issues with start-stop disputes.)
There is nothing but an emergent zone of autonomy to find a prosthetic like lack of despair. Big except. Except when you think it over.
Time to release the affinity shapes. I think I’ll stop before that.
(On the other hand, I get kind of overstimulated by bland generalizations .. I wouldn't know how to come down on many everyday issues with start-stop disputes.)
There is nothing but an emergent zone of autonomy to find a prosthetic like lack of despair. Big except. Except when you think it over.
108: Admit you miss smoking, drinking boy.
You miss that first drag. Have you heard,
Taking other lovers you become multilingual.
The smoke tows you in its stride, in its spirit
Among the underemployed in hyper décor —
Your glass half full. Your hair’s on the brink.
Your eyes fill with fresh manpower.
Counting no old thing old,
Stay informal in no time,
Stay new so to speak..
I’m yours, I merit you’re mine —
What now to register?
Stop waving that grape drink.
You miss that first drag. Have you heard,
Taking other lovers you become multilingual.
The smoke tows you in its stride, in its spirit
Among the underemployed in hyper décor —
Your glass half full. Your hair’s on the brink.
Your eyes fill with fresh manpower.
Counting no old thing old,
Stay informal in no time,
Stay new so to speak..
I’m yours, I merit you’re mine —
What now to register?
Stop waving that grape drink.
This just in — jokes turn into dreams. It’s dreaming that forgave us for everything (except melancholia). That’s because ideas, ‘sleeping while awake,’ get downgraded to icy normality in dreams, trapping you and me inside a force field owing to our prior expertise. That is, dreams.
So there’s no lack of opportunity in experimental states before twenty.
The ideal Cupid fell out of place in a man’s body
but staying in the picture. Voice changes and all.
So there’s no lack of opportunity in experimental states before twenty.
The ideal Cupid fell out of place in a man’s body
but staying in the picture. Voice changes and all.
Big things. Down interiors. And nice platonics. The he /
she and schema proliferating a fabulist dodge
between acts of spinning themes, code hier-
archies, text over image, or is it on empty?
*
Bigger things. Metaphor and life changing commerce, unnatural cities unknown but coming soon.
Sugar Dust (you in a Bernini head replant) brings on the knowledge effect where cloud equivalents prosper on a narrow isthmus where seasons float in willpower. I never understood insinuation. I never misunderstood it, either, a pulverizing divide teasing my attitude into admonitory tableaux sponged with your — why our species carries on — your eyes...
she and schema proliferating a fabulist dodge
between acts of spinning themes, code hier-
archies, text over image, or is it on empty?
*
Bigger things. Metaphor and life changing commerce, unnatural cities unknown but coming soon.
Sugar Dust (you in a Bernini head replant) brings on the knowledge effect where cloud equivalents prosper on a narrow isthmus where seasons float in willpower. I never understood insinuation. I never misunderstood it, either, a pulverizing divide teasing my attitude into admonitory tableaux sponged with your — why our species carries on — your eyes...
Give up leverage in a more collaborative framework.
Sure, I’ll leverage our last minute or two, let’s say I’m deeply missing you.
There you go! but how long have we planted post mortems without precursors, without conventional frames for gender balance? without knowhow not to reterminate?
Maybe it’s a mistake, collaborating on curious travel so close to the fault line... I grant you that;
Like all of the above and people going in and out of Odd Fellows buildings, navigating stairs, you’re one hundred percent normal running up debt to keep devotees heartbroken.
Adoring you is my fault! and my moral politics! any leverage follows orders.
Sure, I’ll leverage our last minute or two, let’s say I’m deeply missing you.
There you go! but how long have we planted post mortems without precursors, without conventional frames for gender balance? without knowhow not to reterminate?
Maybe it’s a mistake, collaborating on curious travel so close to the fault line... I grant you that;
Like all of the above and people going in and out of Odd Fellows buildings, navigating stairs, you’re one hundred percent normal running up debt to keep devotees heartbroken.
Adoring you is my fault! and my moral politics! any leverage follows orders.
3/24/20
Nasal voices wake you up.
pulsing in a deep mirror,
light rain performing heavy Norman orator.
(Ethical and mammalian boundaries pertain.)
— I don’t want fun or get to dress you, deal.
I’m ultra-excited to seem enthused ..
.. I’m on their side in the I-Be area
mincing a response one thinks on the way to ..
tilting your head with no untoward parts, transfixed silhouette,
— the Demon Puff in plumage / dealing language.
pulsing in a deep mirror,
light rain performing heavy Norman orator.
(Ethical and mammalian boundaries pertain.)
— I don’t want fun or get to dress you, deal.
I’m ultra-excited to seem enthused ..
.. I’m on their side in the I-Be area
mincing a response one thinks on the way to ..
tilting your head with no untoward parts, transfixed silhouette,
— the Demon Puff in plumage / dealing language.
Taking flak, but always willing to signal far, this gong or that, constituting neither hindsight advantage nor a flying object in time — a rubberneck develops one’s own humanism.
Here I’ll grab one’s own cover and scramble over here to math skills, since my brain runs on my partner’s satisfaction as we grouse
Doubling in moral value, our sketch begins.
Here I’ll grab one’s own cover and scramble over here to math skills, since my brain runs on my partner’s satisfaction as we grouse
Doubling in moral value, our sketch begins.
I’m not a failure sometimes.
Freedom is that personal.. night after the super moon — diodes in crimson, a soft spot for a shine of success, the beach magnified, ironically revived!
Who owns outside under socialism?
You sit in the outdoor room to dwell on differences, crispnesses in whispers in air.
Your sleep is like a process language.
Your daydreaming is languidly pensive. It’s coming back, back... no..
no to workdays of glyphic turmoil ground into torpid incision, no to prophase. No!
No contusion of the supremacist spheres.
You’re saying no to virulent, callow stances and off key covers and grim ball-bearings.
But seismic colors are a yes. No loss of brilliance but haunted respite.
Freedom is that personal.. night after the super moon — diodes in crimson, a soft spot for a shine of success, the beach magnified, ironically revived!
Who owns outside under socialism?
You sit in the outdoor room to dwell on differences, crispnesses in whispers in air.
Your sleep is like a process language.
Your daydreaming is languidly pensive. It’s coming back, back... no..
no to workdays of glyphic turmoil ground into torpid incision, no to prophase. No!
No contusion of the supremacist spheres.
You’re saying no to virulent, callow stances and off key covers and grim ball-bearings.
But seismic colors are a yes. No loss of brilliance but haunted respite.
90: Hate me now.
It’s up to pond structure to model strains of passivity and its onset by the rear shore. Only don’t drop in.
The pond holds scraps and parts of nesting authority as an after-loss. Rainy tomorrow. I join you to re-reference an arrow and bow made out of many purposed m.p.h. gusts — and this is your and my body as well — a priori nil in inner life razing names of sorrow.
It’s up to pond structure to model strains of passivity and its onset by the rear shore. Only don’t drop in.
The pond holds scraps and parts of nesting authority as an after-loss. Rainy tomorrow. I join you to re-reference an arrow and bow made out of many purposed m.p.h. gusts — and this is your and my body as well — a priori nil in inner life razing names of sorrow.
I’d be lying if I said you and I had no adolescent fantasies.
Tossing water balloons across the typing pool ..
there is none now.
For you, learning about how to learn is important — playskills you need when you buckle under sportswriting. Yes, fan, you sick typist-inside.
You and I are followers, waking in hazy brightness and .. apologies for blunt geometric scrims..
Wait — I get wind in the space of a game day .. followers like us can be transformed! views down hallways into stairs cut apart and fronted with a song of our choosing and making.
One apiece.
Tossing water balloons across the typing pool ..
there is none now.
For you, learning about how to learn is important — playskills you need when you buckle under sportswriting. Yes, fan, you sick typist-inside.
You and I are followers, waking in hazy brightness and .. apologies for blunt geometric scrims..
Wait — I get wind in the space of a game day .. followers like us can be transformed! views down hallways into stairs cut apart and fronted with a song of our choosing and making.
One apiece.
3/23/20
It’s about time for the moody and unexpected.
We mosey back to right about where we want clarity about motives.
We’re in no hurry.
Snow and sun? We’re expecting something.
Ice or melt go missing but not lost.
The reader note went on, One afternoon while relaxing one poured over a confusional book. It reads we are at the dawn of epistemology raising consciousness we can’t get from career studies alone. It continued, the mood wobbles. It does. It vibrates. But nothing’s lost that’s unexpected. It’s about time.
Worth repeating.
We weren’t orphaned, we decided not to get re-elected to you
as concurrence will proliferate out to here if you try,
if you have the confidence ..
We wiretap the secrets you weigh —
Total lunacy.
On the other hand, I can’t forget this is for you now.
Enjoy your revisionist’s view
moaning about diffusion at any cost,
any cost to render your mouth a submersive mess.
We weren’t orphaned, we decided not to get re-elected to you
as concurrence will proliferate out to here if you try,
if you have the confidence ..
We wiretap the secrets you weigh —
Total lunacy.
On the other hand, I can’t forget this is for you now.
Enjoy your revisionist’s view
moaning about diffusion at any cost,
any cost to render your mouth a submersive mess.
112: Do you like spiral staircases, scandals that strive to branch out to the un-alive in so profound an abysm?
Facts there are a marketplace whose figures look young and 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 people who are snakes, radial evil neglected by the super ego. B is for Bukowski.
Facts there are a marketplace whose figures look young and 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 people who are snakes, radial evil neglected by the super ego. B is for Bukowski.
Error is a norm of understanding.
Then again — I’m hooked on figurative exposition. Maybe I’m inspired by your stockpile of halo-ed vowel-movers — long-sought cornflowers struck a paramount for this, the rockiest of calculations, burlesques of anatomic pastiche — to show off before self-effacing, tall, slim complexities and transgressive contradictions, all ambition. It’s because I say so
Tomorrow will mete out facts to impel more comfortable indeterminacy — for now anxious telepaths, minus me, rush in devotion to their next decimal of the property. This might be why we’ll read over the presentation, juggle a few heads
and let you know when. By tomorrow.
Then again — I’m hooked on figurative exposition. Maybe I’m inspired by your stockpile of halo-ed vowel-movers — long-sought cornflowers struck a paramount for this, the rockiest of calculations, burlesques of anatomic pastiche — to show off before self-effacing, tall, slim complexities and transgressive contradictions, all ambition. It’s because I say so
Tomorrow will mete out facts to impel more comfortable indeterminacy — for now anxious telepaths, minus me, rush in devotion to their next decimal of the property. This might be why we’ll read over the presentation, juggle a few heads
and let you know when. By tomorrow.
3/22/20
This just in — jokes turn into dreams. It’s dreaming that forgave us for everything (except melancholia). That’s because ideas, ‘sleeping while awake,’ get downgraded to icy normality in dreams, trapping you and me inside a force field owing to our prior expertise. That is, dreams.
So there’s no lack of opportunity in experimental states of forgery.
So there’s no lack of opportunity in experimental states of forgery.
Failures in love fell behind, heinous, antique, never in 2 places enough needing permission, shuttered, untainted & bleak, drear, just dumb.
Translations: ‘explanations of fossils’ = live serious & young.
‘Articles have been written on the topic of’ = long-lived, still this croaks;
‘snow falling backwards’ = ack! s’up(?) / course ahead;
‘the world of secrets is its own’ = pattern to succeeding circumstance.
Translations: ‘explanations of fossils’ = live serious & young.
‘Articles have been written on the topic of’ = long-lived, still this croaks;
‘snow falling backwards’ = ack! s’up(?) / course ahead;
‘the world of secrets is its own’ = pattern to succeeding circumstance.
0) nothing horrible, just horrible
1) both perceptions of opposites leveraged simultaneously
2) meaning not one and more original than none
3) causing internal illogic along w/
4) passing out on an ashen chaise, you’re coming back to your senses, you’re shouting
5) I love your idea but I repent only to appease you
6) ‘first thought / never think’ both lose both death and life
1) both perceptions of opposites leveraged simultaneously
2) meaning not one and more original than none
3) causing internal illogic along w/
4) passing out on an ashen chaise, you’re coming back to your senses, you’re shouting
5) I love your idea but I repent only to appease you
6) ‘first thought / never think’ both lose both death and life
Sonnet 3: Now is the time.
Fond image & posterity aren’t everything. Same for dying. Stop Pisces & piscean disdain. Face to face
Mark self-love as no fond option. Unearned. Yet thru new windows, a face seeming your
Own age — April will call back another golden time that forms
Single light flows, even now
Fair, prime, all beguiling, mirroring you,
Your face, ears, all forms of yours remembered.
Fond image & posterity aren’t everything. Same for dying. Stop Pisces & piscean disdain. Face to face
Mark self-love as no fond option. Unearned. Yet thru new windows, a face seeming your
Own age — April will call back another golden time that forms
Single light flows, even now
Fair, prime, all beguiling, mirroring you,
Your face, ears, all forms of yours remembered.
We reach some element (full sail) within the (verse) set where touch management is unleashed, by spirits taught. But the scenery goes abstract beyond diagram while the crew calms down for later. There’s a dual gist to ghost anonymity moved within a bright pulling apart at the summitry of escape (anticlimactic escape).
What’s semiology? Our moral purpose feels rehearsed unless we tackle figuring it out.
Our novel then will be about reading, a traveled world, not sick of fear of exercise, volunteering undressed.
First your learning cannot be but suspect.
And learning one other gist from I-Ching for dummies (like me):
Do go on.
What’s semiology? Our moral purpose feels rehearsed unless we tackle figuring it out.
Our novel then will be about reading, a traveled world, not sick of fear of exercise, volunteering undressed.
First your learning cannot be but suspect.
And learning one other gist from I-Ching for dummies (like me):
Do go on.
I don’t get what you want
— our lives are directionless without a group, a clan?
The telling problem with atheist simplicity,
You annoy others (meditations in telling).
I don’t mean deep rampage in a civil sense,
I mean surgically knocking other chanters
Off, throwing knives, wrecking them
From the inside, slicing up!
We’re kidding we’re not religious.
— our lives are directionless without a group, a clan?
The telling problem with atheist simplicity,
You annoy others (meditations in telling).
I don’t mean deep rampage in a civil sense,
I mean surgically knocking other chanters
Off, throwing knives, wrecking them
From the inside, slicing up!
We’re kidding we’re not religious.
3/21/20
Sentiment can be taken out.
Nothing to it. A redraft prompts free-ranging inquiry tho tentative into our species’ understructure. Putting this down in a memo (after all), we have a relationship to more than fast thinking. The mechanism we choose is not merely investigation but unimpaired pursuit of new rules. Rough sledding for now yet you’ve worn down long enough to be admitted; you know how we leverage missing you at a time when it’s least expensive. Put to the test, you’re like most trouble shooters — happiest procrastinating, indexing suspicion and lodging complaints..
Nothing to it. A redraft prompts free-ranging inquiry tho tentative into our species’ understructure. Putting this down in a memo (after all), we have a relationship to more than fast thinking. The mechanism we choose is not merely investigation but unimpaired pursuit of new rules. Rough sledding for now yet you’ve worn down long enough to be admitted; you know how we leverage missing you at a time when it’s least expensive. Put to the test, you’re like most trouble shooters — happiest procrastinating, indexing suspicion and lodging complaints..
Her evolution springs from prior copies.
Petunia Pig. Premiere then curtains.
Childhood runs out, our taxonomies still
unexplained as temp permits.
We loved the pig’s attitude, her trafficked facts, but
we fear anti-humanist divas like her,
wound up in her senseless atoms packing uncertainty principles —
Just the tips loaded
...you know what I mean standing up there, promoting pap acceptance.. You’re a diva in fact with nothing to co-defend, not mad enough, feeling too little.
Petunia Pig. Premiere then curtains.
Childhood runs out, our taxonomies still
unexplained as temp permits.
We loved the pig’s attitude, her trafficked facts, but
we fear anti-humanist divas like her,
wound up in her senseless atoms packing uncertainty principles —
Just the tips loaded
...you know what I mean standing up there, promoting pap acceptance.. You’re a diva in fact with nothing to co-defend, not mad enough, feeling too little.
A trivalent bond forms at birth that delays our death.
There are two ambient music cartels as well — both striking poses with all their operatic powers. De rigueur for now is writing over known injury to outrank others in the trivalence of thieves. I won’t do your religion, good day.
Just piano and voice. Sunken gardens with a fountain of moods dedicated to each of four graves.
I wish you had taken that job singing of thingness.
Even so, if you could eat only one food for life, what would it be? “Take notes,” you called out. You were holding back first throbs 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; the elevators refuse to go with operators in them. (Ok, you there? Bye.)
There are two ambient music cartels as well — both striking poses with all their operatic powers. De rigueur for now is writing over known injury to outrank others in the trivalence of thieves. I won’t do your religion, good day.
Just piano and voice. Sunken gardens with a fountain of moods dedicated to each of four graves.
I wish you had taken that job singing of thingness.
Even so, if you could eat only one food for life, what would it be? “Take notes,” you called out. You were holding back first throbs 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; the elevators refuse to go with operators in them. (Ok, you there? Bye.)
Sonnet 93:
Better to live more as love may near
— supposing I’m in many ways a deceived husband. So?
A coterie of enablers cooperates fully. For both of us,
a love interest is altered to look calculated.
For there can be no hatred in our eyes.
Tho, facing true love, the early light seems to
Urge us to go out, rehearsetoo much and get wasted, frowning, growing moody —
Eve’s apple was Adam? One love’s face? You and I cannot know.
What have we if our heart is in another place?
Better to live more as love may near
— supposing I’m in many ways a deceived husband. So?
A coterie of enablers cooperates fully. For both of us,
a love interest is altered to look calculated.
For there can be no hatred in our eyes.
Tho, facing true love, the early light seems to
Urge us to go out, rehearsetoo much and get wasted, frowning, growing moody —
Eve’s apple was Adam? One love’s face? You and I cannot know.
What have we if our heart is in another place?
By not struggling with comparative vulnerability to vie for solitude,
I pursued insight by your ‘grant’; for how do I hold you? That’s one for liberal arts.
Secure oases cannot be considered in terms other than liberal;
with great laughter impelling knowing, not knowing, comfortable
indeterminacy.
A given. Someday.
I pursued insight by your ‘grant’; for how do I hold you? That’s one for liberal arts.
Secure oases cannot be considered in terms other than liberal;
with great laughter impelling knowing, not knowing, comfortable
indeterminacy.
A given. Someday.
I’ve been on an upload binge; this is while I’m doing only one thing at one time on a crazed replicant-stream toward a structuralist’s degree.
I won’t cry when the point becomes bodily exercise without a message. I’ll trade you all the noise in my hands, still shaking — scared of leaving you among the spoils..
There’s a tradeoff, my trade. In din hostility shuts the door 24/7 on indisputable birdsong. It’s a good thing for stopping messengers’ tears as the door from nihilism leads to the rescue of children and all that contains, all I could have told you.
I won’t cry when the point becomes bodily exercise without a message. I’ll trade you all the noise in my hands, still shaking — scared of leaving you among the spoils..
There’s a tradeoff, my trade. In din hostility shuts the door 24/7 on indisputable birdsong. It’s a good thing for stopping messengers’ tears as the door from nihilism leads to the rescue of children and all that contains, all I could have told you.
3/20/20
Think of our courts and cunning missing bail.
Everything you expect waiting now in wistful
landscapes, hum-vacuumed.
What’s the worst that can happen?
Um, ok, yes, I bet. Open the curtains.
De-peopled points trip up not speaking for months
(critical moments you thought),
finding my direction as I thought of you —
So it never happened.
Everything you expect waiting now in wistful
landscapes, hum-vacuumed.
What’s the worst that can happen?
Um, ok, yes, I bet. Open the curtains.
De-peopled points trip up not speaking for months
(critical moments you thought),
finding my direction as I thought of you —
So it never happened.
Error is a norm of understanding.
Then again — I’m hooked on figurative exposition. Maybe I’m inspired by your stockpile of halo-ed vowel-movers — long-sought cornflowers strike a paramount for this, the rockiest of calculations, burlesques of pastiche — to show off before self-effacing, tall, slim complexities and transgressive contradictions of metabolic ambition. It’s because I say so.
This tune dialogs with you and others.
Then again — I’m hooked on figurative exposition. Maybe I’m inspired by your stockpile of halo-ed vowel-movers — long-sought cornflowers strike a paramount for this, the rockiest of calculations, burlesques of pastiche — to show off before self-effacing, tall, slim complexities and transgressive contradictions of metabolic ambition. It’s because I say so.
This tune dialogs with you and others.
I picked up in a flier my soul is a hypothesis. Since the soul thrives in new enterprises and ecologies, you and I begged its wiggly self to swim further and stick with a sublimely experimental school of thought, to rally for more than this textual ceramic holding sprays of looking glass.
Sudden lightning over fogs of drizzle. Over ravines. Knower and the known, all branches, all matter —
You and I went for all 3 doors assuming no threshold ahead where materiality can’t exist. No dissonance, no interruption.
Three ways could also be the middle,
since Buddha and Buddhists are different things.
Sudden lightning over fogs of drizzle. Over ravines. Knower and the known, all branches, all matter —
You and I went for all 3 doors assuming no threshold ahead where materiality can’t exist. No dissonance, no interruption.
Three ways could also be the middle,
since Buddha and Buddhists are different things.
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. Learn / teach my rude ignorance.
Only these exceptions: I wasn’t talking to you. I was singing on high to the fair interest of the sailing 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. Learn / teach my rude ignorance.
Only these exceptions: I wasn’t talking to you. I was singing on high to the fair interest of the sailing 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.
We just saw (a few feet minutes from now, however)
your address changed. We could have done it differently before
you discovered the user charts; the parent company was yours even before you took over.
You’re not going to be delirious are you?
Just for a patch of language..? good for you —
taking me from sleep where I rewrite chain letters you refuse to answer...
Good for you!
your address changed. We could have done it differently before
you discovered the user charts; the parent company was yours even before you took over.
You’re not going to be delirious are you?
Just for a patch of language..? good for you —
taking me from sleep where I rewrite chain letters you refuse to answer...
Good for you!
Ventriloquating is something.
No one’s favorite word yet — nice aftershave, Rene
I got wind of it and put you right back in —
Can you be “paraphrased” in any meaningful sense?
We have two bays for pace & diapason:
Within a philosophy (in movement thru spatial dimensions)
(& the aura of a partner’s scent) forward!
No one’s favorite word yet — nice aftershave, Rene
I got wind of it and put you right back in —
Can you be “paraphrased” in any meaningful sense?
We have two bays for pace & diapason:
Within a philosophy (in movement thru spatial dimensions)
(& the aura of a partner’s scent) forward!
3/19/20
Overheard on the walk from Lamont to Weidner..
Impulses to conceptualize or collectivize contexts are fatuously auteur-like;
sentimental to the core, even if in fact especially if sample texts (poetic treatments, meta-essays, etc.) argue on the surface against individuation & sentiment. This is self sentiment affecting triumph.
The war rooms (in ivory/media towers) in times of blanket authority — assumed — instantiate slaughter of memory & varietals of ‘superseded’ texts, pounding out schematic discourse to advance itself.
Impulses to conceptualize or collectivize contexts are fatuously auteur-like;
sentimental to the core, even if in fact especially if sample texts (poetic treatments, meta-essays, etc.) argue on the surface against individuation & sentiment. This is self sentiment affecting triumph.
The war rooms (in ivory/media towers) in times of blanket authority — assumed — instantiate slaughter of memory & varietals of ‘superseded’ texts, pounding out schematic discourse to advance itself.
— I haven’t slept a wink — Try sleeping pills.
Yah. Well, that’s a good idea.
I know I’ve been deceitful, but I had my reasons.
Maybe they were dumb reasons, but they were reasons.
I never said I was the best man in the world.
Give me a little credit, will you, credit for being someone...
who tried to love you the only way he knew how.
I know that speech
— You do? — pantaloons last April...
when Devon met Bolt’s empyrean nephew.
Oh, God.
— Get out — Please try to understand.
The measure of all histories remains constant
— No need to use that language.
Get out! Now!
Yah. Well, that’s a good idea.
I know I’ve been deceitful, but I had my reasons.
Maybe they were dumb reasons, but they were reasons.
I never said I was the best man in the world.
Give me a little credit, will you, credit for being someone...
who tried to love you the only way he knew how.
I know that speech
— You do? — pantaloons last April...
when Devon met Bolt’s empyrean nephew.
Oh, God.
— Get out — Please try to understand.
The measure of all histories remains constant
— No need to use that language.
Get out! Now!
Sonnet 65:
Cultural boundlessness in impulsive concealment.. it could be a physics meditation held outdoors last summer. All night flower action evolves stronger, steelier pretexts, jewels many out of hand.. petals and stems sway over an impregnable riddle.
In time we hold our own, stumbling upon a miracle sonnet holding out for continuity as it were — trademarks of both natural and technical production, mortal yet like summer honey bright in value or a variable of beauty either way.
Cultural boundlessness in impulsive concealment.. it could be a physics meditation held outdoors last summer. All night flower action evolves stronger, steelier pretexts, jewels many out of hand.. petals and stems sway over an impregnable riddle.
In time we hold our own, stumbling upon a miracle sonnet holding out for continuity as it were — trademarks of both natural and technical production, mortal yet like summer honey bright in value or a variable of beauty either way.
Tons of special forces in silhouette .. polished in water .. on day one we’d imagine them in caress finals.
We’ll correct everything near the top of the upgrade filling in ahead with capacitance-assistants. They’re already converted.
Theorists of a visually astute world culture secure camaraderie. They propose and maintain bestiaries wholly populated by the good. Details unpublished. After dark trails. Tons.
We’ll correct everything near the top of the upgrade filling in ahead with capacitance-assistants. They’re already converted.
Theorists of a visually astute world culture secure camaraderie. They propose and maintain bestiaries wholly populated by the good. Details unpublished. After dark trails. Tons.
We’re not all to blame for unforced errors
modulating the narrative self
according to archetypes of reverse daring.
Varieties and perspectives have changed —
There’s nothing to tell...
The no-dictator axiom flakes off
since bad angels at some point talk back.
While they enter, they appear as though they have been with us..
it’s amazing how “they simply pass”
— coming from another headquarters, radicalized before they got there, here
proceeding under a bust of John Wieners.
modulating the narrative self
according to archetypes of reverse daring.
Varieties and perspectives have changed —
There’s nothing to tell...
The no-dictator axiom flakes off
since bad angels at some point talk back.
While they enter, they appear as though they have been with us..
it’s amazing how “they simply pass”
— coming from another headquarters, radicalized before they got there, here
proceeding under a bust of John Wieners.
3/18/20
José has a libido viewable within either antic construction
In a cabin for paired centrists, a flight down,
A perimeter of memory foam and asphalt where metamorphoses are cast away.
In deep ride we round this off in latinate stencils for amnesia’s willfully
Fixed width.
Spirals discharge. You were great, shook up, yoked.
In a cabin for paired centrists, a flight down,
A perimeter of memory foam and asphalt where metamorphoses are cast away.
In deep ride we round this off in latinate stencils for amnesia’s willfully
Fixed width.
Spirals discharge. You were great, shook up, yoked.
48: One only care, a trifle..
Save where you aren’t / tho I feel you are. Careful now..
Tho a treasure you are left as prey
For tomorrow’s falsehoods before the stealing starts.
But you thirst for it all, all arms.
I feel you in my breast, my dear care — you and I play a
Thievish long shot in comfort for the true prize: our pleasure
Outlasts grief over how we come and part.
Save where you aren’t / tho I feel you are. Careful now..
Tho a treasure you are left as prey
For tomorrow’s falsehoods before the stealing starts.
But you thirst for it all, all arms.
I feel you in my breast, my dear care — you and I play a
Thievish long shot in comfort for the true prize: our pleasure
Outlasts grief over how we come and part.
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
...give up missing your skin
...a good amount, meaning?
That would be as far as I get
with you so solid a fool and wonder.
We have to stop adjusting the margins for your meadow voice
...give up missing your skin
...a good amount, meaning?
That would be as far as I get
with you so solid a fool and wonder.
Pantoum: given a key, you lose it
— shifting attention but staying in touch.
I forget functioning ghost towns caked with tire tracks,
I draw a blank on jailhouse interiors and decades of Tonka trucks.
[...there is no outside [...] only what’s already here [what we breathe] below...it’s
Immature, impulsive...] [as above]
— I forget empirical relationships the most, the visual force of
a “mottled taxonomy,”
Complaints and sworn declarations...
I forget meeting you.
— shifting attention but staying in touch.
I forget functioning ghost towns caked with tire tracks,
I draw a blank on jailhouse interiors and decades of Tonka trucks.
[...there is no outside [...] only what’s already here [what we breathe] below...it’s
Immature, impulsive...] [as above]
— I forget empirical relationships the most, the visual force of
a “mottled taxonomy,”
Complaints and sworn declarations...
I forget meeting you.
3/17/20
The effect is real. Real enough
to be defined consistently.
Errant is not mistaken for arbitrary. Form follows structure.
In a way one thing’s for keeps.
2 spiral arrays for time & harmony within a philosophy (moving spatial dimensions) several hours forward.
That one thing becomes inference, compressed form:
a ‘crown’ of contradictions veering dimensional rhetoric —
Can waving time like a moony branch
supersede nature,
a piece of research asks. It’s asking a lot.
to be defined consistently.
Errant is not mistaken for arbitrary. Form follows structure.
In a way one thing’s for keeps.
2 spiral arrays for time & harmony within a philosophy (moving spatial dimensions) several hours forward.
That one thing becomes inference, compressed form:
a ‘crown’ of contradictions veering dimensional rhetoric —
Can waving time like a moony branch
supersede nature,
a piece of research asks. It’s asking a lot.
Repeat this until approved,
“I don’t know about you, O astronomy”
But in a tone that’s affirmative
Like the jeweler’s tone words for whale
-bone / measured blues − while
This stretch, like all happy comebacks, tells a story of the future dropping hints of a larger, full-mouthed don’t-know − was it something to do w/ a heap of focus on one side, therefore blocking another? Do we lead a life another sings w/ you?
“I don’t know about you, O astronomy”
But in a tone that’s affirmative
Like the jeweler’s tone words for whale
-bone / measured blues − while
This stretch, like all happy comebacks, tells a story of the future dropping hints of a larger, full-mouthed don’t-know − was it something to do w/ a heap of focus on one side, therefore blocking another? Do we lead a life another sings w/ you?
We smelled a rat. We’re still in the wait space. Your name came up on my web tooth. Capacious, breathtaking anxiety, yes, refusal to arbitrate glamour, okay... you’re done. In a footloose world your body loads up on symbolism.
Go ahead, chat up everyone here. But take care, the next stage of trolling pillagers is fickle. Then it begins, your life is over. Love & money go down together. Rats.
Yes, you know gobs of cash, living well, poof. Question, tho... I’m just curious having compulsively misplaced most of life’s grotesqueries,
Does a possessing narrative reveal how & where stories are planned, stories that transcend time & place inside a game simile where we are the meta-players?
Go ahead, chat up everyone here. But take care, the next stage of trolling pillagers is fickle. Then it begins, your life is over. Love & money go down together. Rats.
Yes, you know gobs of cash, living well, poof. Question, tho... I’m just curious having compulsively misplaced most of life’s grotesqueries,
Does a possessing narrative reveal how & where stories are planned, stories that transcend time & place inside a game simile where we are the meta-players?
80: ...cross-pollination of English and psychology wracks up a revitalizing boundless deep. I’ll assume you suspect I faint when I write this. Situationists use the shallowest fare and re-chart it onto subterranean literature. When I write of you, I’m in worthless sympathy, humbled and worse, tongue tied while I try a couple of poses —ha — there are great, pure benefits spent by proud, broad-minded recruits afloat, ocean wide! Wouldn’t you know they are in an infinite series in the history of fame and naval gossip. (Or from another angle they are a series of teasers and the teased but goodly proud, cast away.) You who.
3/16/20
Of all varied and fabulous pieces by new pianists I wager many are bursting with personae — because of what many rock to, also because many exuding confidence have gotten past graduate school, the corporation, a breakthru investment.
One of the donor’s places resembles a Marine outpost with sweeps of property edging a subdued headquarters.
One of the donor’s places resembles a Marine outpost with sweeps of property edging a subdued headquarters.
I write for money and music. Money 1st. It’s in the blood.
What’s wrong with a billion for two
circulating in a branch of Chase
with no memory how it got there?
Otherwise we’re tied up. It’s kind of a slide knot. We have functional emotions, as well as this much-traveled vocabulary of affects.
To learn something about what you or I mean is to let fine fettle overcome despair and swamp entropy. For a quiet start, take down zero gravity bans. But we don’t keep any larvae. They’re apart. Their cloying song goes out kind of mutely and you feel a need to ache in their baby blue blather, calmly, accruing intimacy. Hey —
Never stop exploring.
1st up, show us your travel documents!
What’s wrong with a billion for two
circulating in a branch of Chase
with no memory how it got there?
Otherwise we’re tied up. It’s kind of a slide knot. We have functional emotions, as well as this much-traveled vocabulary of affects.
To learn something about what you or I mean is to let fine fettle overcome despair and swamp entropy. For a quiet start, take down zero gravity bans. But we don’t keep any larvae. They’re apart. Their cloying song goes out kind of mutely and you feel a need to ache in their baby blue blather, calmly, accruing intimacy. Hey —
Never stop exploring.
1st up, show us your travel documents!
75: Every time I visit you in your mascara I become lucid about the fear you strike. Day by day you in my thoughts are food to my life. And I see your brilliance lives again, sure enough, it always has, fudging strife and abasement. There you are.
Pleasure then the transportation of your soul takes place about here and now.
Nothing for me. I feel I’m a pursuer of no delight, uninvited to the Worry Dance, revalidating my whorl of cement paintings..
Starved for a look, now, counting it best if the world
see both my fear and pleasure feasting off you, on your dime, thus, in your sight...
pursuing you in peace, all or nothing, with you alone.
Pleasure then the transportation of your soul takes place about here and now.
Nothing for me. I feel I’m a pursuer of no delight, uninvited to the Worry Dance, revalidating my whorl of cement paintings..
Starved for a look, now, counting it best if the world
see both my fear and pleasure feasting off you, on your dime, thus, in your sight...
pursuing you in peace, all or nothing, with you alone.
Not to arouse undue heresy, your wellbeing was my concern. It isn’t safe yet. I won’t forget.
And that does it for rehearsal. Proud exclamations to postpone further taping advances an indirect narrative that steps in slowly, carefully waving gold torches in flames, pressing us into feeling nervous in observed time. Many observers.
I’m a little I guess confused.
I thought you might understand I mean
I’m surprised, do you know
what I’m saying? I guess so
not exactly.
I’m a little I guess confused.
I thought you might understand I mean
I’m surprised, do you know
what I’m saying? I guess so
not exactly.
Technology’s refined flux appears noncontroversial.
At sundown my leftist French brain starts to speak, confined to a thought balloon:
“If you’re anamorphic, innocence concerns ethics and grows within tranquil measures, for early adapters too often choose overheated lingo or low-to-overheated if you like.”
The remaining balloons shrugged to themselves down in the embers; not really, they said. Each unaccompanied. Aloof. All alone.
At sundown my leftist French brain starts to speak, confined to a thought balloon:
“If you’re anamorphic, innocence concerns ethics and grows within tranquil measures, for early adapters too often choose overheated lingo or low-to-overheated if you like.”
The remaining balloons shrugged to themselves down in the embers; not really, they said. Each unaccompanied. Aloof. All alone.
3/15/20
With each rallentando I feel cleaner, more nondenominational than ever
Now a little drunk I look up at elm crocuses fighting odor, climbing the trunk.
It’s air apparent. I feel cleaner with you. Clearer in noble gases and flux. I do.
Molecules will sue
You — they’ll sue us both for our goals and coral glow —
What a snit! Apart from love I am ashamed now
Breaking up with you would feel like the flu ...
You and I in slow — we hope — radon decay
Torched with prayer.
Now a little drunk I look up at elm crocuses fighting odor, climbing the trunk.
It’s air apparent. I feel cleaner with you. Clearer in noble gases and flux. I do.
Molecules will sue
You — they’ll sue us both for our goals and coral glow —
What a snit! Apart from love I am ashamed now
Breaking up with you would feel like the flu ...
You and I in slow — we hope — radon decay
Torched with prayer.
Nonviolence resolutions have been approved. Prehistory is the place for airborne definitions. Here
You find remuted meaning, good as gossip to evade
A “mixed remuting strategy” to partner with whom, exactly?
O Headwaiters..
I have a steady girl now. I have rage stamped inside. I keep it everywhere inside
Everywhere. Coordinates
Everywhere..
O rockets to further research.
— O bailiff, be this...
Sung. A first poem.
You find remuted meaning, good as gossip to evade
A “mixed remuting strategy” to partner with whom, exactly?
O Headwaiters..
I have a steady girl now. I have rage stamped inside. I keep it everywhere inside
Everywhere. Coordinates
Everywhere..
O rockets to further research.
— O bailiff, be this...
Sung. A first poem.
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 doesn’t mean we weren’t Bodhis swimming exhausted / each physique w/ hammer in hand. Nailing our souls together takes a moment of our lives that we don’t have, don’t love too much.
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 doesn’t mean we weren’t Bodhis swimming exhausted / each physique w/ hammer in hand. Nailing our souls together takes a moment of our lives that we don’t have, don’t love too much.
Whatever takes substance and breadth, we’re not doing it!
125: I believe we fall to nature so ketchupy-and-pink .. we constitute an oblative canopy over beauty, as wit and fashion are established outward.
I blame eternity.
I’m flipping out, whoa. Losing it all, and more! A white screen shows little art. I will be true, inform, suborn, freeze up freely — do I need help? Refresh screen
— then, thanks, bases for eternity lower right, tho in the middle cels your lips move up and down, dwelling on novel change.
Changed my mind. The rent’s too high! No one can help me balance you and your continual haste to confirm what others admire, bogus for true.
I blame eternity.
I’m flipping out, whoa. Losing it all, and more! A white screen shows little art. I will be true, inform, suborn, freeze up freely — do I need help? Refresh screen
— then, thanks, bases for eternity lower right, tho in the middle cels your lips move up and down, dwelling on novel change.
Changed my mind. The rent’s too high! No one can help me balance you and your continual haste to confirm what others admire, bogus for true.
Violence takes over. Breathtaking.
Auto-electrocuted. But calmed down again. No more texting.. sore thumbs. There’s a dual nature of justice going around in “resentment and forgiveness” with high notes we won’t deflate, given my muggy, fantastic tenor. Jittery, practically soundless often, active against the v meme. But I reach another point where violence, now traceable in my voice, draws me in.
Auto-electrocuted. But calmed down again. No more texting.. sore thumbs. There’s a dual nature of justice going around in “resentment and forgiveness” with high notes we won’t deflate, given my muggy, fantastic tenor. Jittery, practically soundless often, active against the v meme. But I reach another point where violence, now traceable in my voice, draws me in.
3/14/20
Microscopic levitation thru language got modulated. Had to be. Modulated is like coming out to test market your views, sampling the masked hostility and indecisiveness of our verbal environment. And we’re backing it up with inexact explanations and multiples of love for what we could have been doing before the procedural took hold.
We are off then, taken off, memories keeping our eyes immune to causation. Keeping everything under introspection.
We are off then, taken off, memories keeping our eyes immune to causation. Keeping everything under introspection.
A warm nearly winter day.
Solved for the resplendent spelling, with no remorse.
Now it’s a year later, a fine day emanating
Good news tho.
Typo, I’m too late; it’s fitting, weeping inside before you go away.
Not at rest, circumspect. (I’m just beginning...)
Well, most every worry is bilateral, based on trying to review
Hellish varieties of you getting fingerprinted from eight
Perspectives, after xvith-century Italian drawings..
..The stars are early, out and out of their miseries
One boomerang day after another. Every day’s
Important, you see. I remember your aroma, surnamed olivedi quelli
Illuminati.
Solved for the resplendent spelling, with no remorse.
Now it’s a year later, a fine day emanating
Good news tho.
Typo, I’m too late; it’s fitting, weeping inside before you go away.
Not at rest, circumspect. (I’m just beginning...)
Well, most every worry is bilateral, based on trying to review
Hellish varieties of you getting fingerprinted from eight
Perspectives, after xvith-century Italian drawings..
..The stars are early, out and out of their miseries
One boomerang day after another. Every day’s
Important, you see. I remember your aroma, surnamed olivedi quelli
Illuminati.
14: In my judgment
what little I know of truth and beauty comes through your eyes.
Except not tonight without you: Newer urgencies
for starry prognosticators feeling rain and wind,
pointing to each other, so exposed they feign ignorance, aimlessly...
And yet bad luck too when their lightning rod flashes while, lightly,
its chemical spark thrives for a second then returns to stars —
doomed like cognitive coloration, brief astronomy, all matter.
what little I know of truth and beauty comes through your eyes.
Except not tonight without you: Newer urgencies
for starry prognosticators feeling rain and wind,
pointing to each other, so exposed they feign ignorance, aimlessly...
And yet bad luck too when their lightning rod flashes while, lightly,
its chemical spark thrives for a second then returns to stars —
doomed like cognitive coloration, brief astronomy, all matter.
$ transfer: I’m sleep.
An only hill / a huge stage
I’ve been searching
Awake most nights, debates that decay:
A clean face in the morning − caped
W/ sounds. Sounds caped w/ light, the best
When I spot dogs and the wood in salt air
Together, like them and like us.
Can you dig stillness? Can you keep an eye out, the ocean over.
An only hill / a huge stage
I’ve been searching
Awake most nights, debates that decay:
A clean face in the morning − caped
W/ sounds. Sounds caped w/ light, the best
When I spot dogs and the wood in salt air
Together, like them and like us.
Can you dig stillness? Can you keep an eye out, the ocean over.
I lost my nonfaith underground,
I should be writing this down.
I try not to be credible. Duly of course not sounded —
I’m writing for one reason, to sound an alarm (like a big panic light), all
stillness about to be torn down, the danger of rising temperatures; they did —
We can’t always gather this way but we do.
A new wilderness in words congers a wistful ecology, hum-vacuumed, cuddling
escalations in remaining silent about verifiable devolvement.
I should be writing this down.
I try not to be credible. Duly of course not sounded —
I’m writing for one reason, to sound an alarm (like a big panic light), all
stillness about to be torn down, the danger of rising temperatures; they did —
We can’t always gather this way but we do.
A new wilderness in words congers a wistful ecology, hum-vacuumed, cuddling
escalations in remaining silent about verifiable devolvement.
Failures in love fell behind, heinous, antique, never in 2 places enough needing permission, shuttered, untainted & bleak, drear, just dumb.
Translations: ‘explanations of fossils’ = live serious & young.
‘Articles have been written on the topic of’ = long-lived, still this croaks;
‘snow falling backwards’ = ack! s’up(?) / course ahead;
‘the world of secrets is its own’ = pattern to succeeding circumstance.
Translations: ‘explanations of fossils’ = live serious & young.
‘Articles have been written on the topic of’ = long-lived, still this croaks;
‘snow falling backwards’ = ack! s’up(?) / course ahead;
‘the world of secrets is its own’ = pattern to succeeding circumstance.
3/13/20
Well, our early faith promised us immortal lives, backup roles that made us teen idols,
central characters in an improvisation we lost track of.
I gradually began to buy things in no order, branched out a little finding a passion for saluting an atheist nation that apprehends my experience as no one else.
144: You and I model language as living matter — the love we have re-involving impulsive energy coursing through particles of appropriated wit and spirit, especially given appearances and language given itself. Still. Never in doubt, you and I despair over synthetic transmutations of savage intelligence as if it were only that, as if poetry weren’t a history of subjugate pride and fiendish procedures.
We can’t compress enough or too much. We were one people at one time. We also is I. This is how the toy psyche researches more conscientiously touching on endearing dual roles in translation — deviating of us to read and reread pain extending to your one body howling and sustained this second time.
Next, a glistening index ‘of us’ is advanced thru textuality within a dominant tribal identity tracing out how to refine / displace our contempt.
Marxist-self goes for irony here:
I’m a neo-accepter of making and being flecks of misnomers.
Eating and breathing them too.
Next, a glistening index ‘of us’ is advanced thru textuality within a dominant tribal identity tracing out how to refine / displace our contempt.
Marxist-self goes for irony here:
I’m a neo-accepter of making and being flecks of misnomers.
Eating and breathing them too.
I’ve always been about to point.
(I have a rival who keeps me on his toes.)
Next we should be giving in
To shake you tamed, Dart.
I’m anti-secular ever since
The craftmatics forgot to wave, too
Cool from so many drug substitutes.
I said that, made it a quote: A dream
Of tomorrow before the cart.
Of course there’s a way out or two.
We’re out on a date, now
In a ritual to outlast how nice that is.
(I have a rival who keeps me on his toes.)
Next we should be giving in
To shake you tamed, Dart.
I’m anti-secular ever since
The craftmatics forgot to wave, too
Cool from so many drug substitutes.
I said that, made it a quote: A dream
Of tomorrow before the cart.
Of course there’s a way out or two.
We’re out on a date, now
In a ritual to outlast how nice that is.
3/12/20
Sure, I’ll leverage our last minute or two, let’s say I’m deeply missing you.
There you go! but how long have we been planting post mortems with no conventional frame how not to terminate?
Maybe it’s a mistake, wiping out post mortems, collaborating on curious travel so close to a fault line... I grant you that;
Like all of the above and people going in and out of Odd Fellows buildings, climbing stairs with body fat, you’re one hundred percent normal running up debt to keep pals like me heartbroken.
Adoring you is a fault line in my moral politics! where any leverage follows oxymorons.
There you go! but how long have we been planting post mortems with no conventional frame how not to terminate?
Maybe it’s a mistake, wiping out post mortems, collaborating on curious travel so close to a fault line... I grant you that;
Like all of the above and people going in and out of Odd Fellows buildings, climbing stairs with body fat, you’re one hundred percent normal running up debt to keep pals like me heartbroken.
Adoring you is a fault line in my moral politics! where any leverage follows oxymorons.
There are faith that’s gone on & consequences. There comes an enrollment
point you caught your waxwork hologram in a partner’s eyes.
Ventriloquating is something.
No one’s favorite word yet — nice aftershave, Rene
..I got wind of it & put you in —
Can you be “quoted” in any meaningful sense?
We have two arrays for time/money & harmony:
The ass comment — I know you meant juniper
within a philosophy (in movement thru spatial dimensions)
(& the aura of a scent) forward!
Draft 12
Ventriloquating is something.
No one’s favorite word yet — nice aftershave, Rene
..I got wind of it & put you in —
Can you be “quoted” in any meaningful sense?
We have two arrays for time/money & harmony:
The ass comment — I know you meant juniper
within a philosophy (in movement thru spatial dimensions)
(& the aura of a scent) forward!
Draft 12
54: You’re back!
Truth is, we cave wantonly to your lovely sweet odor (fairer in our forgetfulness).
O wooed rose!
Before they were living within you — and like you — perfumes were of dark matter, the unmasked buds that distill a civilizing beauty far ahead of summer’s space
Filling our eyes with unmeasured disassociation.
Truth is, we cave wantonly to your lovely sweet odor (fairer in our forgetfulness).
O wooed rose!
Before they were living within you — and like you — perfumes were of dark matter, the unmasked buds that distill a civilizing beauty far ahead of summer’s space
Filling our eyes with unmeasured disassociation.
3/11/20
Heraldry’s message is mixed but never better aligned. The call center serves as hideout, learning the ropes, perusing scraps and parts of beauty and hope.
Pigeons pattern the exponents where detachment is trimmed.
We have no major issues just shady aftermath horoscopes.
And to think a way out, we can blur the ground and yield authority to sit and watch dogs turn smoky brown tracking vans in drizzle, tarnished from sight, playing against a stack of old storm windows, within a composure for light a blazon can’t reach.
Pigeons pattern the exponents where detachment is trimmed.
We have no major issues just shady aftermath horoscopes.
And to think a way out, we can blur the ground and yield authority to sit and watch dogs turn smoky brown tracking vans in drizzle, tarnished from sight, playing against a stack of old storm windows, within a composure for light a blazon can’t reach.
Here’s one’s take on getting back together. It’s one part
to tensive healing (a method) stitched to transparency (washes of shadow)
& aspected by hedges, mostly. To go on shifting subjects
— I whisper to you, falling myself for revovery —
panicked a zillion light seconds soon — too late thinking literally
in compliance w/ odds off bets already placed... wherein
chants, conflicts w/ breakfast, a proverbial laugh:
Nobody totally killed it. The bonuses were un-reneged-on. It’s
not that large an irony tho the freehold repaired to is offered only in the ‘thereabouts’ pattern...
to tensive healing (a method) stitched to transparency (washes of shadow)
& aspected by hedges, mostly. To go on shifting subjects
— I whisper to you, falling myself for revovery —
panicked a zillion light seconds soon — too late thinking literally
in compliance w/ odds off bets already placed... wherein
chants, conflicts w/ breakfast, a proverbial laugh:
Nobody totally killed it. The bonuses were un-reneged-on. It’s
not that large an irony tho the freehold repaired to is offered only in the ‘thereabouts’ pattern...
70: I don’t blame you.
Alone in your ‘kingdom’ flying backwards. You’re facing the street, passing it... A science fiction flushed hollow, cankers along with buds looking prime outside and you’re still passing, unstained by ambush, adhering neatly to nothing, just passing. Yet suspects’ approval ornaments impurities of state. Heaven’s sweetest talk.
Who are they who envy you? slandering, even wooed — and such charged discourse! Don’t hold it in. Talk to their doctors.
Alone in your ‘kingdom’ flying backwards. You’re facing the street, passing it... A science fiction flushed hollow, cankers along with buds looking prime outside and you’re still passing, unstained by ambush, adhering neatly to nothing, just passing. Yet suspects’ approval ornaments impurities of state. Heaven’s sweetest talk.
Who are they who envy you? slandering, even wooed — and such charged discourse! Don’t hold it in. Talk to their doctors.
I go back to when no Murphy bed was necessary or chic. Tempus fugit. Take
an interest in opulence & stratagems bequeathing us
sherbet, oomphy comforts & massive inflows of feel-
ing great! The brands are awesome taken to far corners, above
shopping sprees, which are migratory patterns.
All our sprees get disrupted but don’t let up.
an interest in opulence & stratagems bequeathing us
sherbet, oomphy comforts & massive inflows of feel-
ing great! The brands are awesome taken to far corners, above
shopping sprees, which are migratory patterns.
All our sprees get disrupted but don’t let up.
Study the past if you divine Zorro’s frailty.
I watch myself in performance in a new piece on you —
and thru you I’m cutting you off. Late breaking history.
Can’t you feel incandescent gasses coming on?
We have no perverse incentive acting mindless taking chances, since we have already gone over gonzo utility in hammock talk, too often raising a toast to the madness (but also the closeness) that’s most missing in straight men (and how irritated they get when they hear it!) and how it makes us rage over the late poetry of Rene Ricard.
Libido, the big reach of the brain and new ways to guard it out-front are on a know-it-all’s mind (one with any pulse). The 1st few words take on destabilizing character. I’m trying to clean this [snip] to leave enough ‘intent’ to keep me happy after I’m finished he’s finished. This is a swollen-headed transmission, so I’m framing it fun work, cuts straight through its own restructure creating more choppy patterns to abandon ...
3/10/20
What can be done to apathy over time? I register nothing. Nothing again?
Tedium is poor experiment, an acting adjunct said. And that’s what we wrote down to snap out of it — lightness, joy, eyes-open, no daydream. Not even a cousin to daydream: fanaticism and fact checking are clean assimilation in reverse! It’s clearer every day we’re way behind the suitably flared zoological frontier.
Time I guess to lower your eagerness and cover it with a pile of dinged Swiss Army knives. I’ve been a floater of cynicism in relation to any idea I sever. (It’s hard for me to take credit.) “It’s always about dying,”
Yet, it’s dying, “never death.”
I consider head scratchers tedium managers. They carry their own genetic information but don’t understand. Fact checking zealotry skips a generation, again.
Tedium is poor experiment, an acting adjunct said. And that’s what we wrote down to snap out of it — lightness, joy, eyes-open, no daydream. Not even a cousin to daydream: fanaticism and fact checking are clean assimilation in reverse! It’s clearer every day we’re way behind the suitably flared zoological frontier.
Time I guess to lower your eagerness and cover it with a pile of dinged Swiss Army knives. I’ve been a floater of cynicism in relation to any idea I sever. (It’s hard for me to take credit.) “It’s always about dying,”
Yet, it’s dying, “never death.”
I consider head scratchers tedium managers. They carry their own genetic information but don’t understand. Fact checking zealotry skips a generation, again.
126: Don’t talk with your mouth full, growing boy. Process self-disrupts into phrases and withering substitutes, fickle process components and stiff, gnomic atmospheres to bring accoutrement to terms, wanting, not waning, to grow! Hold on, hold your lovers there, minutes in pleasure or more! And go on, keep to your purpose, even in power, lovelier.
23 hours ago the idea of writing took some time. Times. A mindset occupied, just so jokes turn into dreams. It’s dreaming that forgives us for everything (or almost everything except belief in redemption). That’s because ideas, when they’re ‘awake,’ self-downgrade to icy paranoia, trapping you and me inside a force field owing to our expertise.
So there’s no dead end.
So there’s no dead end.
I write on my nature in my head. Let’s hold a séance!
I snare us Joy to starve a fever. (Is it raining out?
At a range in speeds and locales.)
Many rooms, each story (usually) with clay-toned physiques
fighting the relative fight waving, receding on one another
— everybody under an influence indoors and out, which is filthy. A foot of snow from the window. Laps of water filled with light snow, rotating in reverse as if catching on how to purify their offspring & manage fever in lurches of nibbling torque adjusting into days.
I snare us Joy to starve a fever. (Is it raining out?
At a range in speeds and locales.)
Many rooms, each story (usually) with clay-toned physiques
fighting the relative fight waving, receding on one another
— everybody under an influence indoors and out, which is filthy. A foot of snow from the window. Laps of water filled with light snow, rotating in reverse as if catching on how to purify their offspring & manage fever in lurches of nibbling torque adjusting into days.
3/9/20
I’m losing a fortune in darts.
A blank verse court drama
Where I keep my mouth shut & listen,
Escalating with all my sharpened implements to inhabit received logic.
I’m retracing what I think you see. I’m
Mastering vegetable colors, naming obvious finds,
Pushing the most oblivious among broken darts,
Mirroring the self-defiant. These
Mirrors entangle bosons of mine, yours and everyone else
Rushing us on to careers in redefinition...
A blank verse court drama
Where I keep my mouth shut & listen,
Escalating with all my sharpened implements to inhabit received logic.
I’m retracing what I think you see. I’m
Mastering vegetable colors, naming obvious finds,
Pushing the most oblivious among broken darts,
Mirroring the self-defiant. These
Mirrors entangle bosons of mine, yours and everyone else
Rushing us on to careers in redefinition...
It’s spooky rhyme but it wasn’t my first ween
-ie choice; the machine flunked me — burst
my thought calculus for the full stretch space just sitting there. This restored my faith in the bonus shod of prowess, smoking in slacks (touching my two knees behind your back), undressing. Exercise for us commoners became a rags to riches habit we can’t keep up for more than an hour. But the revenge police are still baffled, turning bright to be seen.
-ie choice; the machine flunked me — burst
my thought calculus for the full stretch space just sitting there. This restored my faith in the bonus shod of prowess, smoking in slacks (touching my two knees behind your back), undressing. Exercise for us commoners became a rags to riches habit we can’t keep up for more than an hour. But the revenge police are still baffled, turning bright to be seen.
The if-movement (aspiration) can be thought
a saga you (like any of us) can pump off & on — so on
-coming then coming clean is another part of closeness.
Later, new police! [talk of paranoia...]
I flash forward to some new policing. And I’ve never been more uplifted, more unnerved by an against-type chamber piece somberly floating in fun insight, now audible signs of history, of intention, preparing us for a fixed melody with renewed power.
Unless there is nowhere else.
a saga you (like any of us) can pump off & on — so on
-coming then coming clean is another part of closeness.
Later, new police! [talk of paranoia...]
I flash forward to some new policing. And I’ve never been more uplifted, more unnerved by an against-type chamber piece somberly floating in fun insight, now audible signs of history, of intention, preparing us for a fixed melody with renewed power.
Unless there is nowhere else.
Sonnet 7:
Outgoing at noon, attending on what? I’m not going out. I’m about getting on (mouthing off) with or without you. Just look how my sight’s scripted by high pitched infantile alienation, falling over you. Again. It’s not too late! New optimism apparently pays serving your burning head. Another way we’re both blackmailed over there is nothing low, nothing sacred.
Outgoing at noon, attending on what? I’m not going out. I’m about getting on (mouthing off) with or without you. Just look how my sight’s scripted by high pitched infantile alienation, falling over you. Again. It’s not too late! New optimism apparently pays serving your burning head. Another way we’re both blackmailed over there is nothing low, nothing sacred.
Solitary dark
the air pushes..aside
— tilting your head with no untoward parts, transfixed silhouette
— the Demon Puff in his plumage / his language.
I was hit in the face when he turned himself in.
I knew and now know I am unhappy and, like most everyone else, not —
the boat’s cortex holding out ..
the air pushes..aside
— tilting your head with no untoward parts, transfixed silhouette
— the Demon Puff in his plumage / his language.
I was hit in the face when he turned himself in.
I knew and now know I am unhappy and, like most everyone else, not —
the boat’s cortex holding out ..
Your first lover could not heal your mind through his skin.
Then we happened to answer you, seeing the wind fixed on the floor
and circling midair. We see your subtle flight.
We don’t want to be a second late for all we are hellbent over.
That, and we understand we can meet without seeing you.
You said no way, I don’t like it, blah! / Or / our
partners..
exaggerated our losses because this is how we understand
your taste, what do you think? Understand?
That’s a gist.
Then we happened to answer you, seeing the wind fixed on the floor
and circling midair. We see your subtle flight.
We don’t want to be a second late for all we are hellbent over.
That, and we understand we can meet without seeing you.
You said no way, I don’t like it, blah! / Or / our
partners..
exaggerated our losses because this is how we understand
your taste, what do you think? Understand?
That’s a gist.
Hey Siri (British female).
It could be bye.
She spake plainly for a big hearted killer-
Darling. And by morning
Reminding me once
Only her own revels met her halfway in kill value.
Bye when morning blurred, when we got to promise
An aftermath of special measures, letting her adage cool.
Is this a document or did I make it up?
It could be bye.
She spake plainly for a big hearted killer-
Darling. And by morning
Reminding me once
Only her own revels met her halfway in kill value.
Bye when morning blurred, when we got to promise
An aftermath of special measures, letting her adage cool.
Is this a document or did I make it up?
Crime: The noun to which much is given.
Can you spot the q and a between shorelines?
While in the time and motion garden, a parallel door banged thru the night.
I hugged rugged trees in the upstart foreground, our encampment after
Ridiculous, I guess.. juxtaposed, dative..
Anglophone atonal fuzzy. It’s so. We know it when we hear it,
Anacoluthon.
Can you spot the q and a between shorelines?
While in the time and motion garden, a parallel door banged thru the night.
I hugged rugged trees in the upstart foreground, our encampment after
Ridiculous, I guess.. juxtaposed, dative..
Anglophone atonal fuzzy. It’s so. We know it when we hear it,
Anacoluthon.
3/8/20
124: What would it be to live for crime?
New contracts. Deep linkage. Bigger venues. No stress. Percentages stay constant.
Here we are — stuck in two dimensions in time
eating sweat! Two fortunes, far from accident. Love. Hate.
We went over this. We saw five of your drafts. Heretic weeds among weeds, flowers with flowers, all on short leases. The 20-60 split seems generous given fears of seasonal showers and heat, once an inviting time. Funny, I may call you on your mobile or redeem our coupons I crunched into origami. Fashion calls. The music and I dream of you and what it would be like to split the other 20.
We went over this. We saw five of your drafts. Heretic weeds among weeds, flowers with flowers, all on short leases. The 20-60 split seems generous given fears of seasonal showers and heat, once an inviting time. Funny, I may call you on your mobile or redeem our coupons I crunched into origami. Fashion calls. The music and I dream of you and what it would be like to split the other 20.
And I’ve never been more uplifted, more unnerved by an against-type chamber piece somberly floating off fun insight, now audible signs, if-history, if-intention preparing the new force for a life span’s fixed melody.
Unless there are police already in sight.
Criticism, it seems, “must take a wider horizon of use.” But my notes are lost, seized and sealed with if-rhymes; my ears “wrapped” in thunderheads.
The ‘if’ I had in mind comes in expired turmoil. His daybed is in the next police van with pencilled movements, minus the rhetoric. The if-critique had no name; it’s all about listening.
Unless there are police already in sight.
Criticism, it seems, “must take a wider horizon of use.” But my notes are lost, seized and sealed with if-rhymes; my ears “wrapped” in thunderheads.
The ‘if’ I had in mind comes in expired turmoil. His daybed is in the next police van with pencilled movements, minus the rhetoric. The if-critique had no name; it’s all about listening.
3/7/20
On mortality,
I’m a big baby. That’s a big b, for clarified as black-and gold pelage, married and vulnerable, exploring reiterations of my own duality.
I’m alive feeling the swansdown of DNA. Soon I’ll be comically dead — that’s married to a triplicate database — sinking into forest behavior, giving up fish, emotionally shot .. devoted to background intelligence in seamless disproportionality.
I’m a big baby. That’s a big b, for clarified as black-and gold pelage, married and vulnerable, exploring reiterations of my own duality.
I’m alive feeling the swansdown of DNA. Soon I’ll be comically dead — that’s married to a triplicate database — sinking into forest behavior, giving up fish, emotionally shot .. devoted to background intelligence in seamless disproportionality.
How may I help?
In robotic evolution there’s an i.d. crisis
as when who knows we’re taking these steps
for whose agenda? Eat and lose some weight?
Brooding Siri or I could use another i.d. for either of us. Or any of ours.
I used to have an ersatz power dependency that’s reasonable to regret. Even today.
Now I think it’s polite to say ‘power,’ not ‘ostentatious pensiveness’
replicated many times in mum succession.
In robotic evolution there’s an i.d. crisis
as when who knows we’re taking these steps
for whose agenda? Eat and lose some weight?
Brooding Siri or I could use another i.d. for either of us. Or any of ours.
I used to have an ersatz power dependency that’s reasonable to regret. Even today.
Now I think it’s polite to say ‘power,’ not ‘ostentatious pensiveness’
replicated many times in mum succession.
Photons rebuild the world, leaping out of windows
Moving in our direction with startling humility and alacrity..
Here I am as genealogies of sophists file off.
Rebuilding our democracy requires transitive honor tied to esthetics that are numbing.
I’m the underdog here, emotionally maligned, an amalgam “I” and “am”..
My own revels and composites meet me halfway in assault value.
Is this a document or did I make it up?
And it’s not clear you and I will answer questions that require specific,
distinctive thought like that I think of a welding head, until my spinal column
heats up, thinking of you.
Moving in our direction with startling humility and alacrity..
Here I am as genealogies of sophists file off.
Rebuilding our democracy requires transitive honor tied to esthetics that are numbing.
I’m the underdog here, emotionally maligned, an amalgam “I” and “am”..
My own revels and composites meet me halfway in assault value.
Is this a document or did I make it up?
And it’s not clear you and I will answer questions that require specific,
distinctive thought like that I think of a welding head, until my spinal column
heats up, thinking of you.
130: If my love is rare, modesty is unimpressive.
Well, I do think my love rare — nothing like false equivalents over the ground. Nothing like the sounds growing in my head — I almost see your words spoken from your pleasing red lips, smelling them, eating and breathing them, too.
I love to hear you speak.
There’s nothing like your hair, your breast, my master, not a god! your eyes, more delight, no such comparisons come to mind, nothing like the sun.
Nothing like perfumes of yours, as well — I love breathing in the scent off your cheeks. And yet thru modest words our love vibrates, more music than speech.
Well, I do think my love rare — nothing like false equivalents over the ground. Nothing like the sounds growing in my head — I almost see your words spoken from your pleasing red lips, smelling them, eating and breathing them, too.
I love to hear you speak.
There’s nothing like your hair, your breast, my master, not a god! your eyes, more delight, no such comparisons come to mind, nothing like the sun.
Nothing like perfumes of yours, as well — I love breathing in the scent off your cheeks. And yet thru modest words our love vibrates, more music than speech.
A breach of manners can be a sentence. Or a fragment.
There is urgency in ideas.
I live in an echo of a nation.
During the break we reached an agreement.
Life’s crust would be redubbed genetic code jumping.
I’ll admit this view
marshals over the property.
I should turn in my leasehold, ergo.
Not really, she said out loud, ahead of how I was supposed to know.
This was the first time.
There is urgency in ideas.
I live in an echo of a nation.
During the break we reached an agreement.
Life’s crust would be redubbed genetic code jumping.
I’ll admit this view
marshals over the property.
I should turn in my leasehold, ergo.
Not really, she said out loud, ahead of how I was supposed to know.
This was the first time.
Social progress is depressed, a big abnormal mess, a product of one’s time. It wins all the half-eaten take-out left on the table. 40% made of obdurate hardly-ever voters like you and me. And how long can one live folding up conversation, conjecture perpetually minimalist verging on filth and circumstance? Who isn’t one?
3/6/20
106: In love, a practice of counterclockwise seems like not much at all, only sustained focus, innovation of hand, foot, lips, of eye, of brow, nowhere expressing all your beauty ...
Nope,
all right, I lose. I’ll open in complete command of nothing, no skill to praise you.
From the outside the sky hints of hinges, bolted prophesies that you master —
I can’t waste time — we’re tethered here. Mostly.
For love we’ll ingest all of you, prefiguring present day,
inflating while we data dive, I could say
exhaling descriptions
w/ eyes to wonder on the full worth of your beauty making beauty.
Nope,
all right, I lose. I’ll open in complete command of nothing, no skill to praise you.
From the outside the sky hints of hinges, bolted prophesies that you master —
I can’t waste time — we’re tethered here. Mostly.
For love we’ll ingest all of you, prefiguring present day,
inflating while we data dive, I could say
exhaling descriptions
w/ eyes to wonder on the full worth of your beauty making beauty.
Often my partner sits in our compound, deliberately passive-aggressive like back in pre-school.
I’m kidding. I’m alone.
As I saw it, our descendants built us a museum to spy
on us & others. They look great — stomping in genomic bloodlines. That’s their
moonlight, nearly indispensable for smearing whirlpools
down cell walls that follow a trajectory
aimed atomically at us both in maroon cords.
I’m kidding. I’m alone.
As I saw it, our descendants built us a museum to spy
on us & others. They look great — stomping in genomic bloodlines. That’s their
moonlight, nearly indispensable for smearing whirlpools
down cell walls that follow a trajectory
aimed atomically at us both in maroon cords.
My name isn’t terrestrial playwright with hunter sunglasses for nothing.
Retreating to circuit theater was predictable, finding
backwater exchange wears down seeing infrared.
Meeting up, we stand around,
crawl and cover gorged ground. A once frontier then.
Then what if our adaptations wear out on the ground? What
if our species’ reach, having pulled thru, pulled out?
Your criticism is premature.
Retreating to circuit theater was predictable, finding
backwater exchange wears down seeing infrared.
Meeting up, we stand around,
crawl and cover gorged ground. A once frontier then.
Then what if our adaptations wear out on the ground? What
if our species’ reach, having pulled thru, pulled out?
Your criticism is premature.
3/5/20
No yet also yes to scoping life as a masterpiece, addressing a doormat standing an inch off the casing, or exposing every itch up your sleeve. Yes or no tempo of glyphic turmoil grounded into coinage and torpid incision in not one vowel or all 80 of them — 800, yes or no prophase for pensive description. No to yes there’s insatiable shine.
Ridiculed by sycophants & inferiors, RM Rilke talked to whom?
I rank his output very high, filled in with expressionism
off the scale, 9 plus or more to exaggerate
(if I could, hmm).
Duino. No lacunae needed, Rilke’s asyntactics sets an extreme standard atop
maximally tall orders, looking down over his sprawling,
immersive, dark & smoky project-for-good, 10 or higher.
— Empress Eugenie
I rank his output very high, filled in with expressionism
off the scale, 9 plus or more to exaggerate
(if I could, hmm).
Duino. No lacunae needed, Rilke’s asyntactics sets an extreme standard atop
maximally tall orders, looking down over his sprawling,
immersive, dark & smoky project-for-good, 10 or higher.
— Empress Eugenie
122: The longer I live it’s right in front of me, above all, your gift within my brain.
There’s a glow in seconds before razed oblivion, fun .. and explosive. Wow.
Or much like now, yielding thru nature to receive you more.
An idle life abandoned. Forget it.
You and I remain beyond 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 now, yielding thru nature to receive you more.
An idle life abandoned. Forget it.
You and I remain beyond 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.
Alt right, verse’s meta-conscious. On the surface, voice projects text like selfies, “poking” materials, assemblies, even one’s audience. Selfies however adhere to full, reticent agendas.
Pedagogic systems schedule exams on dominant samples. Absorbing that syllabus is high achievement, praised and sustained so long as it’s duplicable.
Rightist epistemology’s key reinforcements: skillsets bias encompassing math, socio-graphs, algorithms — as well as strict observance of procedural rules.
Pedagogic systems schedule exams on dominant samples. Absorbing that syllabus is high achievement, praised and sustained so long as it’s duplicable.
Rightist epistemology’s key reinforcements: skillsets bias encompassing math, socio-graphs, algorithms — as well as strict observance of procedural rules.
Hands are everything.
That was past conjecture; ever since
The evidence upsurges when language retires.
His eyes & yours fill with manpower.
Your brain stores all kinds of pleasure. & his the same.
A genome led you to him..
He smiles with no doubts about your bluffing kowtow & innocence
— nothing to discredit &
...no hell to pay! ... the rain keeps raising rules of thumb, bringing it all back.
That was past conjecture; ever since
The evidence upsurges when language retires.
His eyes & yours fill with manpower.
Your brain stores all kinds of pleasure. & his the same.
A genome led you to him..
He smiles with no doubts about your bluffing kowtow & innocence
— nothing to discredit &
...no hell to pay! ... the rain keeps raising rules of thumb, bringing it all back.
We could see from a solid distance, your rakish note to yourself, you mixed mediums .. no parochial feculence.
We all have our own crowds. Mine relish lyricism mounting a central stairway. Sour notes suggest quick detours and offsides. A couple of hours pass. There’s been vintage aversion within the pulsar; around a corner noise from sirens lifts up the galaxy. Sunshine starts to feel like a slap in the face.
Milling around is jammed.
We all have our own crowds. Mine relish lyricism mounting a central stairway. Sour notes suggest quick detours and offsides. A couple of hours pass. There’s been vintage aversion within the pulsar; around a corner noise from sirens lifts up the galaxy. Sunshine starts to feel like a slap in the face.
Milling around is jammed.
3/4/20
I went to hell with you.
The unoccupied mind long overdue.
Meantime I was losing a fortune in darts...
While I keep my mouth shut & listen,
Escalating with all my sharpened implements to inhabit received logic.
I’m retracing what I think you see. I’m
Mastering every projectile color, finding new names,
Pushing the most oblivious among motion arts,
Tai-chi of self-watch. There. And these
Steps entangle bosons of mine, yours along with everyone
Rushing us toward long careers in revision & redefinition...
The unoccupied mind long overdue.
Meantime I was losing a fortune in darts...
While I keep my mouth shut & listen,
Escalating with all my sharpened implements to inhabit received logic.
I’m retracing what I think you see. I’m
Mastering every projectile color, finding new names,
Pushing the most oblivious among motion arts,
Tai-chi of self-watch. There. And these
Steps entangle bosons of mine, yours along with everyone
Rushing us toward long careers in revision & redefinition...
111: Before I turn into another cure of yours, yours for my sake, i.e., I assure you a corrective hand took away anything too crafty in my nature... I am more receptive to work now and long subdued from harm, far and away.. at last ah! nothing bitter, I’m your willing patient (almost). Fortunes, manners, means, everything doubly correct and subdued. Pity in that sense our infection and bad deeds, guilt, nothing else — the die cast.
I’ve got to hold back. Not bob around.
This is in response to the commerce-vector coursing through pop concepts, bringing unique comfort to support our cushy position in the food chain, which is evermore in dispute.
I adhere to the same late-filing rule as you. We are keepers of decades at night.
Love is moaning all right. I’m almost a novice enthusiast.. but years from now.
Then, inscrutably I’ll break down and sob.
This is in response to the commerce-vector coursing through pop concepts, bringing unique comfort to support our cushy position in the food chain, which is evermore in dispute.
I adhere to the same late-filing rule as you. We are keepers of decades at night.
Love is moaning all right. I’m almost a novice enthusiast.. but years from now.
Then, inscrutably I’ll break down and sob.
Dawn. I thought I wouldn’t get back to sleep.
I was going to call it “Draped Profile.”
Held from both sides.
Distinguished in feel. “Pronounce it.”
That’s good.
Now draw the strings. Ok
— what do you know!
It goes off the air base,
Hard to shovel, soft to fall
White, blue, pale
— lavish as doves
Which are no more
Swept with visual certainty
No matter how we change in love.
I was going to call it “Draped Profile.”
Held from both sides.
Distinguished in feel. “Pronounce it.”
That’s good.
Now draw the strings. Ok
— what do you know!
It goes off the air base,
Hard to shovel, soft to fall
White, blue, pale
— lavish as doves
Which are no more
Swept with visual certainty
No matter how we change in love.
3/3/20
Anchored in the bay I need to remind myself
L Kearney rhymed all with skull, internally. P Inman’s
Echelon hairnet shifted putty, thumb-nailed into
An agreement to let us in. Skull with putty.
Urgent, dizzy, it all comes down to earth.
The more you put your fingers in it, on it, on earth,
you know retouches, colorations return as audible signs
of evidence-based reproof of making fitter
(more adhesive) decisions for correct behavior.
L Kearney rhymed all with skull, internally. P Inman’s
Echelon hairnet shifted putty, thumb-nailed into
An agreement to let us in. Skull with putty.
Urgent, dizzy, it all comes down to earth.
The more you put your fingers in it, on it, on earth,
you know retouches, colorations return as audible signs
of evidence-based reproof of making fitter
(more adhesive) decisions for correct behavior.
Sonnet 94:
We can’t go on without thinking it over.
If I had had the foreground I’d be subsiding in attrition as it were,
I’d have heaven’s grace to weed out pleasure as well as caution.
& if I had taken fewer notes I’d have less power to hurt
in expressing “you,” “me” and any unclenched feelings
which we can’t pinpoint or supplicate, my lord, husband...
But may I live and die if fair ever turns sour
or our summer festers rather than show summer flowers with no pitched provisos
and integers-to-be, no part to fix, no comeuppance, none.
We can’t go on without thinking it over.
If I had had the foreground I’d be subsiding in attrition as it were,
I’d have heaven’s grace to weed out pleasure as well as caution.
& if I had taken fewer notes I’d have less power to hurt
in expressing “you,” “me” and any unclenched feelings
which we can’t pinpoint or supplicate, my lord, husband...
But may I live and die if fair ever turns sour
or our summer festers rather than show summer flowers with no pitched provisos
and integers-to-be, no part to fix, no comeuppance, none.
Bad news, I was
struck by an intellectual property owner. You know,
plagiarism done in loose quotes.
It’s cold indirection (sangfroid),
but my metabolism really took off, along
with emotions from a huge songbook
I’m defrosting,
‘quote’ watching text warm up with hellbent pleasures
refined by distance; since
it’s none of the above ‘end quote.’ This could be for you now.
struck by an intellectual property owner. You know,
plagiarism done in loose quotes.
It’s cold indirection (sangfroid),
but my metabolism really took off, along
with emotions from a huge songbook
I’m defrosting,
‘quote’ watching text warm up with hellbent pleasures
refined by distance; since
it’s none of the above ‘end quote.’ This could be for you now.
’Recursive perception‘ —
For your birthday (bleak as mine, too) I came straight from the agency, this text’s agility welded to the dirty space in which I wrote “Potential as Pretext in Recursive Perception and Action,” which seemed all I wanted to think of, ambiguously, in pastels.
It was everything.
Poetics process stuff. Ketchupy.
The coast is never clear, fat boy...
A whole new side to nuts & tightening bolts, narrow & soothing in the center, along with holding on 100% — inflatable as you lay back in a blank whisper, clear in the nick of it.
For your birthday (bleak as mine, too) I came straight from the agency, this text’s agility welded to the dirty space in which I wrote “Potential as Pretext in Recursive Perception and Action,” which seemed all I wanted to think of, ambiguously, in pastels.
It was everything.
Poetics process stuff. Ketchupy.
The coast is never clear, fat boy...
A whole new side to nuts & tightening bolts, narrow & soothing in the center, along with holding on 100% — inflatable as you lay back in a blank whisper, clear in the nick of it.
3/2/20
— since we polished the text, handed it in, don’t expect me after all.
Even if we kiss later, it saddens me 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 separate thru equal flexibilities —
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 me 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 separate thru equal flexibilities —
Already saying goodbye takes us far up the jet trail! quelling fear of want-
Ing pain. You never can tell. I won’t.
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