This moon diagram sports a resistant fragrance (our last fill of fish sticks).
Oh you know, almost unhappy
You and I supplemented photographs for objective matter, I recall.
Garland fungus, students from Trinity in the foreground (by an arch to the old dyads).
It’s up to pond structure to model our passivity re-learning the moon
impelled by shore lists off books of birds protecting the hang of it. Everyone
knew that. All the world is transformably alive. A little sick, even unwell,
yet your voice is handsome, calm, also scrappy.
Further down the pillar, my kimono has been entered, explaining prehension, tongue in cheek.
10/31/20
Filming at midnight — kvelling schtick is a tactical concept.
And today’s laughter protocols could not be ‘more serious.’ Except...
It’s been remarkable to gauge how sneering, vaporous, obtruding personalities —
A loose term — proceed un-amusingly
Or even uncivilly in opening salvos. Seems a rehearsed practice, perhaps.
By salvo — the first three or four minutes of monotone in character, in talk and in poems.
You can’t do that up in this film.
So much slobber invested from the start, forced discourse, along with any oomph, runs dry.
And today’s laughter protocols could not be ‘more serious.’ Except...
It’s been remarkable to gauge how sneering, vaporous, obtruding personalities —
A loose term — proceed un-amusingly
Or even uncivilly in opening salvos. Seems a rehearsed practice, perhaps.
By salvo — the first three or four minutes of monotone in character, in talk and in poems.
You can’t do that up in this film.
So much slobber invested from the start, forced discourse, along with any oomph, runs dry.
140: Winter ahead, wise and cruel. Should I grow mad?
In sleep even a con anarchist gets seasonal immunity.
Going wide, this is mad — better it were more bad news washing over time under preseason wraps.
Snow this soon is a leading surprise.
(Slanderers are believed. I didn’t know I’m a novice enthusiast, the tongue-tied manner of my wanting pity.)
Should I despair? Relax.
It’s snowing, nothing personal, wafting like winter foam over my awesome hamlet —
Further out the world is blown up with descriptors peeling off like spiders hustling always. Faster.
In sleep even a con anarchist gets seasonal immunity.
Going wide, this is mad — better it were more bad news washing over time under preseason wraps.
Snow this soon is a leading surprise.
(Slanderers are believed. I didn’t know I’m a novice enthusiast, the tongue-tied manner of my wanting pity.)
Should I despair? Relax.
It’s snowing, nothing personal, wafting like winter foam over my awesome hamlet —
Further out the world is blown up with descriptors peeling off like spiders hustling always. Faster.
The seasons like before are morally exigent, shivering in a synthetic valence, coming back, never.
Their thoughts praised us for our purpose —
Scribes were 1st to jot this down — who shall hanker after whom.
Like before, seasons work outdoors among diamondbacks. If you don’t believe me ask them.
In the change-up old seasons are repurposed having lost to conceptual deflation and impassioned stratagems. Add the rank
I confer on the notably next available beauty, living in the future,
because that’s how beauty works.
Their thoughts praised us for our purpose —
Scribes were 1st to jot this down — who shall hanker after whom.
Like before, seasons work outdoors among diamondbacks. If you don’t believe me ask them.
In the change-up old seasons are repurposed having lost to conceptual deflation and impassioned stratagems. Add the rank
I confer on the notably next available beauty, living in the future,
because that’s how beauty works.
Just before Halloween this comes in.
“Your 1st lover could not heal your mind through his skin.
We read spume on his obscure chin.
Then we happened to answer him at a clip, seeing him double in hot sun
and circle midair. We see his subtle flight. Buried for dead but still in our view: r> If you can’t hear me you’re going too fast (bicyclist to bicyclist).
It’s a mistake in tradition but it gets one to sleepwalk with one shoe in hand.
I will find you.”
“Your 1st lover could not heal your mind through his skin.
We read spume on his obscure chin.
Then we happened to answer him at a clip, seeing him double in hot sun
and circle midair. We see his subtle flight. Buried for dead but still in our view: r> If you can’t hear me you’re going too fast (bicyclist to bicyclist).
It’s a mistake in tradition but it gets one to sleepwalk with one shoe in hand.
I will find you.”
10/30/20
Your wardrobe has experienced a resurgence. It’s beaten but you’re breathing through it like an unsettling fad preview in October of what's to come this May. Anyone can see you’re styled. You’re a crusader and victim in the crossfire. You can’t long stomach the fair use of what age plays at. Where’s the surprise in a seeming long time? The mutt of infancy regenerates here; there’s a beginning and there’s an end, don’t fix it. Try to work more. Then do better.
Walk this way. It’s remarkably ambitious, it’s just off the boards, like when water lilies kick off their ‘work’ boots and women rule. Snipers crouch, the explicit idea behind Burberry’s.
Walk this way. It’s remarkably ambitious, it’s just off the boards, like when water lilies kick off their ‘work’ boots and women rule. Snipers crouch, the explicit idea behind Burberry’s.
Pierre Bourdieu threw a projectile that applies today while top donor ‘families’ are in control — “Magnified preferences [‘tastes’] of capital distribution are streamlines like assembled heterodoxology vis à vis subdominant esthetic fields ballooning, caught up in baggier ideas.”
Speaking of higher consciousness, Bourdieu came home to his Cajun kitchen then added, “We gain as much knowledge from our shortcomings as insights.”
The shortcoming between having things to say about ‘tastes’ back then, only a few years like hours ago — and now — Republicans circling the wagons while checks and balances are nasally inspissated through fear.
Speaking of higher consciousness, Bourdieu came home to his Cajun kitchen then added, “We gain as much knowledge from our shortcomings as insights.”
The shortcoming between having things to say about ‘tastes’ back then, only a few years like hours ago — and now — Republicans circling the wagons while checks and balances are nasally inspissated through fear.
73: One will die; one will see all sunsets fade to ashes then black.
But I’m leaving that night choir behind. I’m awake making love with you at day’s end where yellow leaves still shake blowing past bare boughs and dusk, glowing leaves, seeming content, consumed, consuming to expire.
Death is a nominal fallacy like twilight now: To love you as if that could be true... and stronger... that’s my late take away. I don’t understand cold fire this time of year even in the west, where the sweet birds sing, by and by sang.
But I’m leaving that night choir behind. I’m awake making love with you at day’s end where yellow leaves still shake blowing past bare boughs and dusk, glowing leaves, seeming content, consumed, consuming to expire.
Death is a nominal fallacy like twilight now: To love you as if that could be true... and stronger... that’s my late take away. I don’t understand cold fire this time of year even in the west, where the sweet birds sing, by and by sang.
Physicalism (product brand continuity) adapts to schemes (a speed-up in thought control).
Government, absent your liberty, is not that impregnable. As background, your charter is one colorful PROCESS shot. A lethal-to-pallid vassal group locksteps to your scent. You yourself clothed less formally, tame, save motives for eagerness.
And this is what I did not want to say.
There is product on the loose.
Government, absent your liberty, is not that impregnable. As background, your charter is one colorful PROCESS shot. A lethal-to-pallid vassal group locksteps to your scent. You yourself clothed less formally, tame, save motives for eagerness.
And this is what I did not want to say.
There is product on the loose.
10/29/20
It’s come to our attention a proposition digs into science or it does not.
It was amazing to meet you and your idea. Anyway
it was amazing to meet your funky penumbra, to be influenced by street life needlepoint and other class resentments.
I was astonished to communicate with inky musculature evoking nighttime.
Oceans then deserts.
‘Quoting’ here. I can’t stop. It’s my job.
That’s what it seemed.
It was amazing to meet you and your idea. Anyway
it was amazing to meet your funky penumbra, to be influenced by street life needlepoint and other class resentments.
I was astonished to communicate with inky musculature evoking nighttime.
Oceans then deserts.
‘Quoting’ here. I can’t stop. It’s my job.
That’s what it seemed.
30: Losses restored?
Often there’s a new thought of precious friends — I think of you (dear friend) — words we had or didn’t have — those words forewent consequences. Our moaning sessions bad. Bad as in woe, even cancelled grief, since we know nothing sweet summons up remembrance of things past, wastes of time.
Yet I take liberties wailing now, bubble footed, I have a dream of fair housing: Free-range light and dark in the clerestory to our lair... where our sorrows end. Some of us are going there after work. I’ll pay. Would you like to come?
Often there’s a new thought of precious friends — I think of you (dear friend) — words we had or didn’t have — those words forewent consequences. Our moaning sessions bad. Bad as in woe, even cancelled grief, since we know nothing sweet summons up remembrance of things past, wastes of time.
Yet I take liberties wailing now, bubble footed, I have a dream of fair housing: Free-range light and dark in the clerestory to our lair... where our sorrows end. Some of us are going there after work. I’ll pay. Would you like to come?
Singalong has vaulted to the top of our shared agenda. Shared or snared, just like us. Leaving oversight to environmentalists has a double meaning to off-center the filing (and filtering) systems, other singularities. We have no limits to affirm our denials and retractions. Climate change may not be temporary. We feed our reliance on dire pleasures, earnest plans and, this most generalized I guess, investor interests (Fortune herself) turning back, almost kidding about ‘patching’ some climate potholes.
Later, you do dangle like squalid balances netting zero, netting
a big zero from demeaning upper ends and
capital variables w/ an October surprise.
That’s everything, a verb, noun phrase, enclosed ..
How the prose poem squeaks w/ common sense, folds into dreams.
Everyday events like planetary ellipses emerge changing programming for greater disorder in business English.
a big zero from demeaning upper ends and
capital variables w/ an October surprise.
That’s everything, a verb, noun phrase, enclosed ..
How the prose poem squeaks w/ common sense, folds into dreams.
Everyday events like planetary ellipses emerge changing programming for greater disorder in business English.
10/28/20
The heart is sore as
Whitman precedes Aimé Césaire. Drink up.
Rationed compliments ensue in secret and bloat under rush-formatted steam (a love poem (one of innumerable), one) aroma
— Accounting disappears like functions of context (starched procedures) —
Procedures where love not being is taught
But fought for in reverse. Freezing one difference.
Physicalism (neural drama) — here we wade slowly adapting to worldly schemes
More fearless (less indiscernible) a cappella — Drink well.
Whitman precedes Aimé Césaire. Drink up.
Rationed compliments ensue in secret and bloat under rush-formatted steam (a love poem (one of innumerable), one) aroma
— Accounting disappears like functions of context (starched procedures) —
Procedures where love not being is taught
But fought for in reverse. Freezing one difference.
Physicalism (neural drama) — here we wade slowly adapting to worldly schemes
More fearless (less indiscernible) a cappella — Drink well.
There’s a term for attrition of affects, eyesore.
And there’s a hypertonic struggle to housesit too much information, pliable and glossy. You know it exists. Human body fat is worth $100,000 a gallon.
The good gold. I fall into it.
A life is charged for care. I’m otherwise a coffee head! But let’s pare it down.
Have we ever done anything but tamper with the weather? Oh, who knows?
Oh, Ladytron. You seem so fake-ignited in the sprayed periphery, a three-dimensional muse keeping her balance inside a soft radical vapor of vastness, loosely demolished.
And there’s a hypertonic struggle to housesit too much information, pliable and glossy. You know it exists. Human body fat is worth $100,000 a gallon.
The good gold. I fall into it.
A life is charged for care. I’m otherwise a coffee head! But let’s pare it down.
Have we ever done anything but tamper with the weather? Oh, who knows?
Oh, Ladytron. You seem so fake-ignited in the sprayed periphery, a three-dimensional muse keeping her balance inside a soft radical vapor of vastness, loosely demolished.
35: Your slightly shabby rooms are elegant.
A scent of acacia and soft frangipani, sweet but no trespass.
You are triumph.
Don’t sweat over past comparisons. Done. Good-bye.
I’ll muddy up your love of skiing once and your playing chess against yourself, may I?
It makes sense at that, loving you is a civil war — sensual to a fault —
Roses, grieve no more.. nor silver fountains, clouds nor eclipses!
Good-bye everything.
A scent of acacia and soft frangipani, sweet but no trespass.
You are triumph.
Don’t sweat over past comparisons. Done. Good-bye.
I’ll muddy up your love of skiing once and your playing chess against yourself, may I?
It makes sense at that, loving you is a civil war — sensual to a fault —
Roses, grieve no more.. nor silver fountains, clouds nor eclipses!
Good-bye everything.
Search regimes in a slurry, plump, downy evanescing into song. The slurry rises above its affixes and dead gardenias. It’s in its notation. Argon and lithium released — thrown in reverse come fall — trees light up then darken amid writhing lice. Better to heal resentment buried in colossal Orpheus, the spontaneous physique. With his gift of sullen agency compounded and uplit within percussive isolation. A bell!
Don’t care, don’t moan, lie only about what’s vast. One can shrink to be excused. Masking one’s vanity so becomes the challenge clinging to song.
Don’t care, don’t moan, lie only about what’s vast. One can shrink to be excused. Masking one’s vanity so becomes the challenge clinging to song.
10/27/20
Just call before you go.
de Staël turmoil, a title for our ‘rhetorical’ surface.
Text sections like presorted omissions.
On one page we’ll set up a non-profit addendum,
the equivalent of amiddle school cafeteria menu.
Unknown to you, I’ll be chancellor of the text and the swelling enterprise
dividing my feelings like vendettas.
ii.
We can remember when wisdom lay on the ‘rhetoric’ wherewith middlemen / women are loathed today. Owning our own words pushes us phenomenally on our own.
(Our addendum is in the mouth.)
The French Suites in the mean get lighter, immune to desire & intimacy in the grips of their mistaken identity. I’ll lead you to the border after you go.
de Staël turmoil, a title for our ‘rhetorical’ surface.
Text sections like presorted omissions.
On one page we’ll set up a non-profit addendum,
the equivalent of amiddle school cafeteria menu.
Unknown to you, I’ll be chancellor of the text and the swelling enterprise
dividing my feelings like vendettas.
ii.
We can remember when wisdom lay on the ‘rhetoric’ wherewith middlemen / women are loathed today. Owning our own words pushes us phenomenally on our own.
(Our addendum is in the mouth.)
The French Suites in the mean get lighter, immune to desire & intimacy in the grips of their mistaken identity. I’ll lead you to the border after you go.
We message from the ones column deploying
Pigeons to pattern heaven where detachment is cut off.
Our recipients remind us of a few contingencies we picked up off trays,
Bright boomerangs that tantalize in what’s feasible, wanting nothing and showing
What go around and come around, left to their own desires and systems.
And some of these babes are both dead and alive. Chew on that, Hobbes.
Pigeons to pattern heaven where detachment is cut off.
Our recipients remind us of a few contingencies we picked up off trays,
Bright boomerangs that tantalize in what’s feasible, wanting nothing and showing
What go around and come around, left to their own desires and systems.
And some of these babes are both dead and alive. Chew on that, Hobbes.
Can you place our names? I, for one, have a single conceit for the alter-ego, his asides and decorative indeterminacy.
In three parts: I’ve misspelled a sign celebrating public domains in fair use, and there’s the stagey hand hath put disgrace, which we could dream up for the watchman face (anyone’s) beauty slandered. #1.
#2: Once inside, little agency, no intervention, only stripes of ideas multiplying, keeping faith, mining the richest character veins, designing solid speech that rips thru satisfaction all day, they think:
So #3: Many infolding explosive arcs of competing constructs; they flare into neat blocks of aqueous shimmer! Blocks we’ve been party to after we couldn’t wait.
Hitherto ethos susses southpaws, so young loves per lifetime meet all their others halfway, borrowing a face again and again, slanting a blurred promise we had or we forgot we had after a few hours, for you, letting it die down.
#2: Once inside, little agency, no intervention, only stripes of ideas multiplying, keeping faith, mining the richest character veins, designing solid speech that rips thru satisfaction all day, they think:
So #3: Many infolding explosive arcs of competing constructs; they flare into neat blocks of aqueous shimmer! Blocks we’ve been party to after we couldn’t wait.
Hitherto ethos susses southpaws, so young loves per lifetime meet all their others halfway, borrowing a face again and again, slanting a blurred promise we had or we forgot we had after a few hours, for you, letting it die down.
103: You’re showing up more. I got wind of it, put you in
Just to make our list. I’m from and form the periphery;
My muse makes it so. Don’t blame me.
Say I’ll be back. We’ll look into it. You never can tell.
Poverty is all right but not extreme poverty. Without you I’m barely striving.
“How do I love you and have the scope,
And again expect no help?”
Some things you need to whisper again and more, much more ..
(I forget now what you sound like.)
Just to make our list. I’m from and form the periphery;
My muse makes it so. Don’t blame me.
Say I’ll be back. We’ll look into it. You never can tell.
Poverty is all right but not extreme poverty. Without you I’m barely striving.
“How do I love you and have the scope,
And again expect no help?”
Some things you need to whisper again and more, much more ..
(I forget now what you sound like.)
In my illusion of minimalism, hammering steel,
I scored a first wormhole on schedule, a hell of time. The entity, no,
I should say the accretion settled down. Its humble salve
spread over us both, appearing lost, scattered trying to remember.
Simply put, to divulge where wounds from speech are left
open, which sort hits or fits, kind friend .... mimesis
within nature, uppermost.
How is conveying sorrow possible, otherwise?
I scored a first wormhole on schedule, a hell of time. The entity, no,
I should say the accretion settled down. Its humble salve
spread over us both, appearing lost, scattered trying to remember.
Simply put, to divulge where wounds from speech are left
open, which sort hits or fits, kind friend .... mimesis
within nature, uppermost.
How is conveying sorrow possible, otherwise?
10/26/20
We marry. There are mantras on rustic tolerance, manners but no one has more than the allotted answers for the stumper final (newer solutions are nothing less than what we had in mind!) :
Did I mention your heavy eyelids helped us set our algebraic terms? This is a dynamic factor everywhere loving supersedes manners and physicality itself, but where there is no privacy. Not now. Started before Béla Tarr’s close ups, his editing, the ‘border violations’ and the runtime of his films transcended precise location and presence, running forward and back, and all too near.
Did I mention your heavy eyelids helped us set our algebraic terms? This is a dynamic factor everywhere loving supersedes manners and physicality itself, but where there is no privacy. Not now. Started before Béla Tarr’s close ups, his editing, the ‘border violations’ and the runtime of his films transcended precise location and presence, running forward and back, and all too near.
98: Smothered abstractions. Absent from you in spring, I think it’s winter still. Another day, slim odds. Almost the same as hopeless, yet different jokes turn over in sleep, dreams drawn after you, dreams that forgive me for holding the moment for too long — for paranoia’s trapping both of us. Summer’s story, flowers’ smell sweet, lilies white, roses vermillion: The sweet spirit of youth’s hue and odors. These are your abstractions, all these pattern figures drawn after you.
1st question, true or false. Is the last part ok? Technology keeps humming to Aristotelian systems extremes. The cigar and its plantations. It’s a manageable stretch from there to when you left, even while I ruled what went between us out. You hadn’t left a name, either. And yet, I stood closer, always wrong. To leverage and grow are businessspeak. To get feedback. To misunderstand.
I don’t get what you want, teacher
— our lives are directionless without a group, a clan?
The telling problem with engineered simplicity,
You annoy others (doctored meditations.. I’m telling..).
I don’t mean rampage in a civil sense,
I mean surgically knocking other chanters
Off, throwing knives, wrecking them
From the inside, slicing up!
I was kidding I’m not religious.
— our lives are directionless without a group, a clan?
The telling problem with engineered simplicity,
You annoy others (doctored meditations.. I’m telling..).
I don’t mean rampage in a civil sense,
I mean surgically knocking other chanters
Off, throwing knives, wrecking them
From the inside, slicing up!
I was kidding I’m not religious.
10/25/20
Achieving.
Onto what?
We’re a special team. We’re circumspect.
Our sharing mechanism (pretext) gives no voice
to repeated wandering motifs over a long silence
we back off from. Nightly
we face 10-to-life thickets of cloud & southerly winds
taking it to other investors who might stay offended,
the next step in the training.
Onto what?
We’re a special team. We’re circumspect.
Our sharing mechanism (pretext) gives no voice
to repeated wandering motifs over a long silence
we back off from. Nightly
we face 10-to-life thickets of cloud & southerly winds
taking it to other investors who might stay offended,
the next step in the training.
I’m utterly pro a more open openness with plenty of recreation.
(Humanist discourse is indirect diversion.)
I’m also out on the deep end in my makeup where consensus drifts in and out like influenza. (Harder to stay immune now.) There’s a leftist glow in radical argumentation like an avalanche that fucks over ideas from the machine age.
Word of you travels, calibrated by the ruckus-like paean spoken (rather than speaking) in a large-scale outreach and dialectic — spoken because we both wrote it down to shun sickness, sick of welfare,
licensed before comeuppance, soul dad —
Make that a shortstop outreach where all the jazz wears off.
We’ll sink together deliberately mismatched, true needing yet ignited around the tips by deep compatibility, a healthful state, when we purge
sea brine and air cutting up the time outside, driving it to a crawl, into a room where we’ll talk.
(Humanist discourse is indirect diversion.)
I’m also out on the deep end in my makeup where consensus drifts in and out like influenza. (Harder to stay immune now.) There’s a leftist glow in radical argumentation like an avalanche that fucks over ideas from the machine age.
Word of you travels, calibrated by the ruckus-like paean spoken (rather than speaking) in a large-scale outreach and dialectic — spoken because we both wrote it down to shun sickness, sick of welfare,
licensed before comeuppance, soul dad —
Make that a shortstop outreach where all the jazz wears off.
We’ll sink together deliberately mismatched, true needing yet ignited around the tips by deep compatibility, a healthful state, when we purge
sea brine and air cutting up the time outside, driving it to a crawl, into a room where we’ll talk.
Focused. Demented.
No shortcuts. Nope.
It’s regrettable, they say —
Twin Peaks doesn’t add up
under binge watch...
Not entirely, but it seems unforced holding to an ideally liberal weirdness.
David L thru Kyle M is an observer with an uncapped fortune,
reflecting what adolescents do when their backbones ice up,
raising all boats, all social levels.
No shortcuts. Nope.
It’s regrettable, they say —
Twin Peaks doesn’t add up
under binge watch...
Not entirely, but it seems unforced holding to an ideally liberal weirdness.
David L thru Kyle M is an observer with an uncapped fortune,
reflecting what adolescents do when their backbones ice up,
raising all boats, all social levels.
101: It gave me hiccups when our best senses cooled down — praising silence long truant, still overdue. No amends. Beauty needs no pencil.
Both our senses I reference, truth and beauty, in primary season.
And I’m back intermixing, fixing and lifting text, you in the foreground with answered memories. (“Make answer, Muse..” take everything.. need nothing.)
We grabbed the narrator (we couldn’t rule him out), staying blithe in twin columns.
Both our senses I reference, truth and beauty, in primary season.
And I’m back intermixing, fixing and lifting text, you in the foreground with answered memories. (“Make answer, Muse..” take everything.. need nothing.)
We grabbed the narrator (we couldn’t rule him out), staying blithe in twin columns.
10/24/20
We sometimes need fresh lexicon to wangle a way to reset the mind-body problem, irruptive words to determine their own behavior, items like primality and cuboidal glints of bluegrass, humans akin to the great abstractions around the sum of good. Etc. And never far away schools of salmon go all out in jagged streams, eating air, a glorious set!
29: I am deaf, “bootless” you say, never hearing I’ve been scorned, despised, all alone for desiring you...
Yet I make a fortune wishing, thinking of you when? When disgraced...
Remembering hymns for love rich in hope, wealth, art, a human scope.
How all men’s eyes rise at dawn from rebirth, this outcast state without you, when..
Almost enjoined as to the sullen, least contented, almost cursed —
Looking for you and singing from earth, thinking of you through daybreak.
Yet I make a fortune wishing, thinking of you when? When disgraced...
Remembering hymns for love rich in hope, wealth, art, a human scope.
How all men’s eyes rise at dawn from rebirth, this outcast state without you, when..
Almost enjoined as to the sullen, least contented, almost cursed —
Looking for you and singing from earth, thinking of you through daybreak.
10/23/20
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 asyntacity 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 asyntacity sets an extreme standard atop
maximally tall orders, looking down over his sprawling,
immersive, dark & smoky project-for-good, 10 or higher.
— Empress Eugenie
Poetry is like poetry. For
Clinging to one tradition, poetry is like nothing
Else in entertainment; it reveres collectivity,
Tiered access & flavors of spontaneity.
I’m thinking of a most awkward color.
The ballroom looks
Tiled back & forth mistily
Across immense miasma. That seems useful.
“Do we get party hats,” asked one rich in the tradition.
In another direction an ex-party manager
Advised a close reading of The American Heritage Dictionary.
The poetry label can be part of a headscarf, more than obvious:
Wild-eyed, one of the top tens, one makes a preparation response
Framed like all the others’.
Clinging to one tradition, poetry is like nothing
Else in entertainment; it reveres collectivity,
Tiered access & flavors of spontaneity.
I’m thinking of a most awkward color.
The ballroom looks
Tiled back & forth mistily
Across immense miasma. That seems useful.
“Do we get party hats,” asked one rich in the tradition.
In another direction an ex-party manager
Advised a close reading of The American Heritage Dictionary.
The poetry label can be part of a headscarf, more than obvious:
Wild-eyed, one of the top tens, one makes a preparation response
Framed like all the others’.
Sonnet 7:
Outgoing at noon, attending on what? I’m not going out. I’m mouthing off about getting on with or without you. Just look how my sight’s scripted by high pitched infantile alienation, falling over you. Again. It’s not too late! New optimism apparently pays serving your burning head. Another way we’re both blackmailed over there is nothing low, nothing sacred.
Outgoing at noon, attending on what? I’m not going out. I’m mouthing off about getting on with or without you. Just look how my sight’s scripted by high pitched infantile alienation, falling over you. Again. It’s not too late! New optimism apparently pays serving your burning head. Another way we’re both blackmailed over there is nothing low, nothing sacred.
You are in the settlement.
We were sitting there, and
I made a joke about it.. how
it doesn’t dovetail: time,
one minute running out
faster than other time ahead
it catches up to.
That way, I said,
there’s no waste.
No waste in the settlement.
To come back to
the subject at hand, you,
looking like you are seen, 1/2-
turned around, barely moist, reading me.
We were sitting there, and
I made a joke about it.. how
it doesn’t dovetail: time,
one minute running out
faster than other time ahead
it catches up to.
That way, I said,
there’s no waste.
No waste in the settlement.
To come back to
the subject at hand, you,
looking like you are seen, 1/2-
turned around, barely moist, reading me.
10/22/20
Career update: drinking exercises can save us from scrapping the mission
(& face off) — Bacchantes are survivors.
Follow the process. Tease near-misses out of explosive dumbness to hole up then expose your ethos without cut-off points where ideas muddle on. (Better to become accoutrement for a mouthful of secondary definitions.) All this in anapest.
This is where I lived until I began to write on spec.
I moved frequently to exhume a favorite idea, absence of no desire, not a disease so much as hope in health, loyalty (for sale) — assuming we understand what’s not right from mission creep.
Follow the process. Tease near-misses out of explosive dumbness to hole up then expose your ethos without cut-off points where ideas muddle on. (Better to become accoutrement for a mouthful of secondary definitions.) All this in anapest.
This is where I lived until I began to write on spec.
I moved frequently to exhume a favorite idea, absence of no desire, not a disease so much as hope in health, loyalty (for sale) — assuming we understand what’s not right from mission creep.
107: Even tho you can’t concentrate, you’re in a balmy place, well,
A place I’ve never been before. You’re dreaming on things to come.
You look fresh. You have on your eyeliner again.
I like what you’re hoping to proclaim this time.
Down with tyrants, their crests and tombs.
No sad augurs, fewer uncertainties.
Suppose forfeiting doom, suppose
Peace with no death in a world wide with endless age.
A place I’ve never been before. You’re dreaming on things to come.
You look fresh. You have on your eyeliner again.
I like what you’re hoping to proclaim this time.
Down with tyrants, their crests and tombs.
No sad augurs, fewer uncertainties.
Suppose forfeiting doom, suppose
Peace with no death in a world wide with endless age.
Dutch people go Dutch. I go along.
I’ve moved to the Delft coast, Rijswijkse Waterweg, dunes of Irontown, because my ideal climax is at the salt edge, just across from Spread Eagle where I’ve bagged the dainty, ultra built new guy who lives at the priest’s house, along with the priest’s teenage sons.
[Very few sons of priests hereabouts.]
I’ve moved to the Delft coast, Rijswijkse Waterweg, dunes of Irontown, because my ideal climax is at the salt edge, just across from Spread Eagle where I’ve bagged the dainty, ultra built new guy who lives at the priest’s house, along with the priest’s teenage sons.
[Very few sons of priests hereabouts.]
It’s a classic knife-in-sui-generis.
Parts of recovered history come to streets whooshed by impurities of state.
The furbished carport reflected in this broad point perched high above molecular attitudes of state, grammars of people using data for material, like us.
There’s an end note for those out of state sweating liens on older attitudes.
That’s why everyone polishes the text and hands it in.
Parts of recovered history come to streets whooshed by impurities of state.
The furbished carport reflected in this broad point perched high above molecular attitudes of state, grammars of people using data for material, like us.
There’s an end note for those out of state sweating liens on older attitudes.
That’s why everyone polishes the text and hands it in.
10/21/20
There’s a benign debate — where brightness bore in, grateful prenuptials stampede out,
Drawing bonds along dark zones of propaganda.
And owing to your interest... this won’t constitute a holy day, merely an apostolic sacrament.
Or only one of many noted by a crowd of flutists aft.
My terms are to settle down through the evening as our proud examples
Gain longterm advantage spreading the launch.
Our ceremony for being creaturely unmarried and staying that way.
Drawing bonds along dark zones of propaganda.
And owing to your interest... this won’t constitute a holy day, merely an apostolic sacrament.
Or only one of many noted by a crowd of flutists aft.
My terms are to settle down through the evening as our proud examples
Gain longterm advantage spreading the launch.
Our ceremony for being creaturely unmarried and staying that way.
I remember looking up at at the music itself, feeling
we live in a debt growing country.
Maximum restraint = knitting your own brow.
Then let me pull an invisible to the eye hair off your blouse. Blousy
threads & too much sex belong in one pile.
It’s a good look except for soy containers suspended from a branch bow: cowslips
& top limbs drooping synthetic blood over your chest ::
When stairwells mesh & go nowhere either side
between you & your affection, let’s hang in for a while.
Hang our names in artificial druthers.
we live in a debt growing country.
Maximum restraint = knitting your own brow.
Then let me pull an invisible to the eye hair off your blouse. Blousy
threads & too much sex belong in one pile.
It’s a good look except for soy containers suspended from a branch bow: cowslips
& top limbs drooping synthetic blood over your chest ::
When stairwells mesh & go nowhere either side
between you & your affection, let’s hang in for a while.
Hang our names in artificial druthers.
Sonnet 150:
Power to the powerful. A truism like this reminds me of a simple turn of the ignition, no big deal... A trek over scrubland back at that bind where you and others were fed all the data beyond evolutionary limits. All in an identical manner, everyone repeating one message while sugarcoating skyrockets and financial news slides by in choppy ‘prose.’
Would you like to ask questions or can we demo our depth of skill?
Just cause won’t be brought up. I deduce you’re packing another head scene to make me love you again, this time giving no cause to hate. True love, O who or what depth of yours gave the lie to sway me as more worthy now to love you more?
Power to the powerful. A truism like this reminds me of a simple turn of the ignition, no big deal... A trek over scrubland back at that bind where you and others were fed all the data beyond evolutionary limits. All in an identical manner, everyone repeating one message while sugarcoating skyrockets and financial news slides by in choppy ‘prose.’
Would you like to ask questions or can we demo our depth of skill?
Just cause won’t be brought up. I deduce you’re packing another head scene to make me love you again, this time giving no cause to hate. True love, O who or what depth of yours gave the lie to sway me as more worthy now to love you more?
Nice beachfront but there are so many fewer nouns
and fewer bonds with semiotics doubting itself (if only a little) —
it seems immaterial — immaterial, 1 of those 2-headed enigmas :
nothing much and — hey! — another ghosty noun phrase —
giving away to how far the modern quill doth come too short,
an eerie surfeiting metamorphosis.
and fewer bonds with semiotics doubting itself (if only a little) —
it seems immaterial — immaterial, 1 of those 2-headed enigmas :
nothing much and — hey! — another ghosty noun phrase —
giving away to how far the modern quill doth come too short,
an eerie surfeiting metamorphosis.
10/20/20
I see your idea. Gnarly aviation.
Purity of the surface deed is recorded, perked into light
handily.
Public-private property hit on a plan wound up slugged in disguise,
A ‘contract’ on big physics, ghastly on its back.
There’s envy of political haters’ swimming synchronized,
beyond prayer —
(In or without ebon ink, capitalists itemize all bets.)
One pleasure is borrowing sentences to raise our debits.
All experience is seriously snipped off.. How to wear a summer dress.
Purity of the surface deed is recorded, perked into light
handily.
Public-private property hit on a plan wound up slugged in disguise,
A ‘contract’ on big physics, ghastly on its back.
There’s envy of political haters’ swimming synchronized,
beyond prayer —
(In or without ebon ink, capitalists itemize all bets.)
One pleasure is borrowing sentences to raise our debits.
All experience is seriously snipped off.. How to wear a summer dress.
1 enclosure without a pulpit, no dogma...
outdoor passages to enter then exit self sponsorship
spreading out in willful overloads of language design —
Skilled decor, de-simplified, or notional contracts
between science and who knew?
Ironic technologies without precedent —
A corporate hold across manners and adaptations, restrained praxis
and hermetic syntax. Spend more, save more.
outdoor passages to enter then exit self sponsorship
spreading out in willful overloads of language design —
Skilled decor, de-simplified, or notional contracts
between science and who knew?
Ironic technologies without precedent —
A corporate hold across manners and adaptations, restrained praxis
and hermetic syntax. Spend more, save more.
Sonnet 100:
Muse. You.
We have worthless spoils darkening our song
— an idle song we convert into argument
with little or no honor. Still it ‘sings’ to the ear.
In numbers and verse I surveil your fame most everywhere.
You return time and again, lending my base subjects light
— you’re faster in my time.
Rise then: Your power and skill suspend all fears
even as we love vicariously — even more to love more,
to redeem spending my fury and all my life in satire.
Muse. You.
We have worthless spoils darkening our song
— an idle song we convert into argument
with little or no honor. Still it ‘sings’ to the ear.
In numbers and verse I surveil your fame most everywhere.
You return time and again, lending my base subjects light
— you’re faster in my time.
Rise then: Your power and skill suspend all fears
even as we love vicariously — even more to love more,
to redeem spending my fury and all my life in satire.
I can see your voice, binary to binary autosuggestion.
When it gets dark it happens fast.
We wanted to go to
This point, stabilizing the office — over the ocean
W/out ‘water- or personal-contact.’
1 enclosure without a pulpit, no dogma...
outdoor passages to enter then exit, sponsorship
spreading out in self-willful overloads of idiomatic design —
Skilled chattel, de-simplified, or notional contracts
between science and who knew?
Ironic technologies without precedent —
A corporate hold across manners and adaptations, restrained praxis
and hermetic syntax, all noun phrases.
When it gets dark it happens fast.
We wanted to go to
This point, stabilizing the office — over the ocean
W/out ‘water- or personal-contact.’
1 enclosure without a pulpit, no dogma...
outdoor passages to enter then exit, sponsorship
spreading out in self-willful overloads of idiomatic design —
Skilled chattel, de-simplified, or notional contracts
between science and who knew?
Ironic technologies without precedent —
A corporate hold across manners and adaptations, restrained praxis
and hermetic syntax, all noun phrases.
10/19/20
Falsehood is an actuarial stat, a subjective state and quality of the frieze in progress, not an elevation or height.
This is a true/false dance question. Fibber Perseus v ‘radium’ Danae (his mom). Which are ya?
For one draft you as Perseus can place big futures and puts as taller mouthpieces enter the salon rolled ‘into’ B flat major, ‘into’ spools of more of her opposites — Danae’s tendencious pedestrians, 1st- or 2nd-years, sweating lead colors.
Danae can’t help smothering her loved ones. In her wake birds assume instantaneous velocity.
This is a true/false dance question. Fibber Perseus v ‘radium’ Danae (his mom). Which are ya?
For one draft you as Perseus can place big futures and puts as taller mouthpieces enter the salon rolled ‘into’ B flat major, ‘into’ spools of more of her opposites — Danae’s tendencious pedestrians, 1st- or 2nd-years, sweating lead colors.
Danae can’t help smothering her loved ones. In her wake birds assume instantaneous velocity.
Fungibly discerning not wishing to die holds a semantic randomness, otherwise empty space.
There’s señor that needs you. He has no interest in real physics... I wonder if that’s true — Our thoughts knitted together like mica piling up, shouts ricocheting through voice tracks from the underbrush holding our breath, bounced, kicked and gloved by catalysts.
There’s señor that needs you. He has no interest in real physics... I wonder if that’s true — Our thoughts knitted together like mica piling up, shouts ricocheting through voice tracks from the underbrush holding our breath, bounced, kicked and gloved by catalysts.
87: Sodajerks. Their stock was luminous. Adding
that noun phrase furthered ambition (we’re sure it was theirs), amusing
vim shaken out from the inside. Each had a skeleton curse, after all; the lot growing
fewer over time. (Youth — not occupation, great riches, nor better judgment — remains the determinate object of love.) An emotional matter
language models for 3 dimensional firewalls from waking you
then not knowing.
that noun phrase furthered ambition (we’re sure it was theirs), amusing
vim shaken out from the inside. Each had a skeleton curse, after all; the lot growing
fewer over time. (Youth — not occupation, great riches, nor better judgment — remains the determinate object of love.) An emotional matter
language models for 3 dimensional firewalls from waking you
then not knowing.
Top of one o’clock — I saw your approaching motion
my once satellite du monde in demi vacuum.
Now you’re smiling, shhhhh — more observant, with a more observant love.
Still flush — yes, feels.. not useless. No matter.
It feels like impossible.
Likely, shhhhh becomes welcoming
hands that boss, get it done legally —
parliament
maneuvers. Explanation intact.
my once satellite du monde in demi vacuum.
Now you’re smiling, shhhhh — more observant, with a more observant love.
Still flush — yes, feels.. not useless. No matter.
It feels like impossible.
Likely, shhhhh becomes welcoming
hands that boss, get it done legally —
parliament
maneuvers. Explanation intact.
10/18/20
Strategists at the barricades have been taking icky notes as the weather cooperates,
Where reputations precede character, the posterity of apprehension remains.
Who will advocate for peace to empower heavy sleep & exchange?
For example.
A {most-
Ly random swagger for the catch —
Qualified} crew enforce sampling
Coerced by the life of the owner’s party speaking.
Where reputations precede character, the posterity of apprehension remains.
Who will advocate for peace to empower heavy sleep & exchange?
For example.
A {most-
Ly random swagger for the catch —
Qualified} crew enforce sampling
Coerced by the life of the owner’s party speaking.
Yes, I’ve recently incorporated; the firm makes me feel yes! you are more melted into tomorrow’s borrowing high, mighty simplicity. Like when a spelling bee hints at a pattern to teach reform, pushing a path open.
Pull it together, a life that’s sustainable you can just make up. (You are under a firm obligation.) This is a real company. We call her Cathy.
Or this has nothing to do with
walking away earning a higher degree,
‘mountains feel empty’ / they’re
rude — here is where the cards you squirt help.
And there you go, retreating to that panoptic middle deck where you discover almost the same variations. You’ll have to choose the Non-Group taking part in the landing, staying cool to outlast time. When this is tomorrow.
Pull it together, a life that’s sustainable you can just make up. (You are under a firm obligation.) This is a real company. We call her Cathy.
Or this has nothing to do with
walking away earning a higher degree,
‘mountains feel empty’ / they’re
rude — here is where the cards you squirt help.
And there you go, retreating to that panoptic middle deck where you discover almost the same variations. You’ll have to choose the Non-Group taking part in the landing, staying cool to outlast time. When this is tomorrow.
5: No remembrance now. Of confounding beauty. Of your lovely gaze where beauty dwells.
Once I played a stealth painter portraying sweet, bare women and men. Subjects were mostly strung out on sofas — big, jaunty shapes who swaddled their inner pooch — gentle work but yes I loved you better frosty / lusty!
I was framed by approaching you in summer, distilling pulverized, liquid dots
— a pointillist prisoner doing time,
never resting, pent in by tyrannical daylight that still excels in leading us on —
Once I played a stealth painter portraying sweet, bare women and men. Subjects were mostly strung out on sofas — big, jaunty shapes who swaddled their inner pooch — gentle work but yes I loved you better frosty / lusty!
I was framed by approaching you in summer, distilling pulverized, liquid dots
— a pointillist prisoner doing time,
never resting, pent in by tyrannical daylight that still excels in leading us on —
Kites: pinky juicy crisp
Space parlance —
The language predates motto handicraft and canned vibration
Slithery, waxed down toward our bumbled abstentions.
Life is better, a few times
Looking broke with pencil marks across gessoed
Pearls — trance police, a hex video
On top various under-invented heights.
Space parlance —
The language predates motto handicraft and canned vibration
Slithery, waxed down toward our bumbled abstentions.
Life is better, a few times
Looking broke with pencil marks across gessoed
Pearls — trance police, a hex video
On top various under-invented heights.
10/17/20
Erasing the new narrative,
Baseline coherence had been a standard, believably denying
Abstraction through sleights of cohesion. Then that,
Waking up, hay-feverish, stuffed-up gut reaction
Standing far off across
Yours, just considering you
In our epoch of fakery..
That’s what I would be attempting — if I were to talk to you
Even for a second so that sleep goes away
To keep from you forever
Nothing, not a thing.
Baseline coherence had been a standard, believably denying
Abstraction through sleights of cohesion. Then that,
Waking up, hay-feverish, stuffed-up gut reaction
Standing far off across
Yours, just considering you
In our epoch of fakery..
That’s what I would be attempting — if I were to talk to you
Even for a second so that sleep goes away
To keep from you forever
Nothing, not a thing.
Thought about wind becoming sullen, backs into a slurry, plump, downy evanescing into fluff. The slurry rises above dropped affixes and dead gardenias. As if. It’s in the notation. Hell on the loose — loose in reverse in spring — faces light up. Better to heal resentments buried in percussive isolation again. Hot wind dumps more ideas from desolating self-abuse to a cucumber vine growing up a net. 2 sorts of woodpecker came there while I lost my thought.
14: In my judgment
what little I know of truth and beauty comes thru 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 thru 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.
Here I am as genealogies of sophists file off.
Rebuilding our democracy requires transitive honor tied to esthetics that numb.
I am the underdog here, emotionally maligned, an amalgam “I” and “am”..
My own revels and syntheses meet me halfway in assault value.
Is this a document or did I make it up? Photons rebuild the world, leaping out of windows
Moving in our direction with startling humility and alacrity..
Rebuilding our democracy requires transitive honor tied to esthetics that numb.
I am the underdog here, emotionally maligned, an amalgam “I” and “am”..
My own revels and syntheses meet me halfway in assault value.
Is this a document or did I make it up? Photons rebuild the world, leaping out of windows
Moving in our direction with startling humility and alacrity..
10/16/20
Very good, Jack. We were going over some numbers, audience shares, I mean maxims, and...
I would like to voice concern about poetry / critique spiraling out of control...
Look, I’m filling out forms by the nightstand.
The point is I’m not writing anything “garbage-y.”
Not
anymore.
Don’t be silly, Jack. You are daytime poetry.
That’s cruel, Rabbi, very cruel.
I would like to voice concern about poetry / critique spiraling out of control...
Look, I’m filling out forms by the nightstand.
The point is I’m not writing anything “garbage-y.”
Not
anymore.
Don’t be silly, Jack. You are daytime poetry.
That’s cruel, Rabbi, very cruel.
Media is clogged with a reductive, neo-fascist message...
Trump just has to look presidential for a few minutes to emerge [..presidential].
Fascism stays underground for as long as it takes. Now here it is — it’s about to play nice.
Nice or mean fascist views won’t disappear. Unamerican discourse has entered our lives. It’s commonplace in our high schools.
The time seems backward. There is the example from frog species. Frogs lost teeth in the lower jaw at least 200 million years ago, but whoooa.. lower teeth reappeared in a marsupial tree frog species about 20 million years ago.
Trump just has to look presidential for a few minutes to emerge [..presidential].
Fascism stays underground for as long as it takes. Now here it is — it’s about to play nice.
Nice or mean fascist views won’t disappear. Unamerican discourse has entered our lives. It’s commonplace in our high schools.
The time seems backward. There is the example from frog species. Frogs lost teeth in the lower jaw at least 200 million years ago, but whoooa.. lower teeth reappeared in a marsupial tree frog species about 20 million years ago.
Taking on a dominatrix. Matins.
Sweaty in bed, fountains, aqueducts..
Above the clouds, would you like me to exhibit agitprop cruelty for our audition? Giving up is a gamble, a bet gone bad in your case.. finding my cause I can’t honk loud enough about the importance of deception, glimmers of withheld affection empire states high, taking on a dominatrix.
And leaving you still alive in many forms, all human.
(I’ll end this as a Euro emigrant without you.)
Sweaty in bed, fountains, aqueducts..
Above the clouds, would you like me to exhibit agitprop cruelty for our audition? Giving up is a gamble, a bet gone bad in your case.. finding my cause I can’t honk loud enough about the importance of deception, glimmers of withheld affection empire states high, taking on a dominatrix.
And leaving you still alive in many forms, all human.
(I’ll end this as a Euro emigrant without you.)
133: My strategy is sweet sleep until we wake.
Who’s calling?
Your friend is coming. Must I abandon myself? then my next self? both appear wounded players, both slaves, both to slavery?
Who can say? Twice or say thrice double crossed and, again, — it’s not enough to torture me alone —
Engrossed, I can hear my friend’s heart groan as if in jail, double crossed — pent up cruelty that’s iterative, baroque:
As if out of time Couperin sprawled with the naked around Antoinette.
But let’s be rigorous now and agree while we’re in prison I am in you. I am yours by force.
And I keep you in my heart on guard of you and for all of you in me.
Who’s calling?
Your friend is coming. Must I abandon myself? then my next self? both appear wounded players, both slaves, both to slavery?
Who can say? Twice or say thrice double crossed and, again, — it’s not enough to torture me alone —
Engrossed, I can hear my friend’s heart groan as if in jail, double crossed — pent up cruelty that’s iterative, baroque:
As if out of time Couperin sprawled with the naked around Antoinette.
But let’s be rigorous now and agree while we’re in prison I am in you. I am yours by force.
And I keep you in my heart on guard of you and for all of you in me.
Commune-wide, Kung-Fu’s math disappears like factions of perplexity —
Defining angst beats up indulgence.
You knew the side effects —
Internal ‘gears’ regulate caution, rushing in nauseous effects, which are natural for you, to your wordsmithy advantage,
No substitutes for new meanings have been approved. Staring into the candle you start to think,
This is warm beeswax, hardly a domain for definitions.
Defining angst beats up indulgence.
You knew the side effects —
Internal ‘gears’ regulate caution, rushing in nauseous effects, which are natural for you, to your wordsmithy advantage,
No substitutes for new meanings have been approved. Staring into the candle you start to think,
This is warm beeswax, hardly a domain for definitions.
10/15/20
Our crash test is named Defens(c)e of Double Identity.
Of course. You.. your desire and I were (are) habits of empire living off the clock, off proceeds, motion futures of one of each you / each of you.
The world-without-end news is those who are pro-slavery rue property, nonphysical property.
It’s feasible if you keep watching the clock on board one’s auto-bio.
Of course. You.. your desire and I were (are) habits of empire living off the clock, off proceeds, motion futures of one of each you / each of you.
The world-without-end news is those who are pro-slavery rue property, nonphysical property.
It’s feasible if you keep watching the clock on board one’s auto-bio.
I’m right beneath my shirt. Sort of a theory laden species.
What if there’s a non-theist way to prepare, provide? & what
if we’re both wrong, but less wrong than who?
Let’s keep to federalist motives, far from fashion simplicity,
& let’s live together at night while we impel
malfunctions that blurt out permissions extemporaneously,
licenses to re-authorize no god’s sorrow over death.
What if there’s a non-theist way to prepare, provide? & what
if we’re both wrong, but less wrong than who?
Let’s keep to federalist motives, far from fashion simplicity,
& let’s live together at night while we impel
malfunctions that blurt out permissions extemporaneously,
licenses to re-authorize no god’s sorrow over death.
71: We don’t remember your life, your name, for I no longer mourn you. Why would I? Forget about me.
Like a surly freeloader / poet, I overhear captions within sullen mechanical clauses... giving vile warnings. It’s vile — compounded when I think you read this line into my thoughts. I’m only the hand that writ …and I plan to negotiate more cash for rapprochement before I go. Hey, don’t worry, my next line is not incompatible with yours, for I love you so.
Like a surly freeloader / poet, I overhear captions within sullen mechanical clauses... giving vile warnings. It’s vile — compounded when I think you read this line into my thoughts. I’m only the hand that writ …and I plan to negotiate more cash for rapprochement before I go. Hey, don’t worry, my next line is not incompatible with yours, for I love you so.
A nonreligion of eternal cold, a High Service
Sung along both coasts:
Our people are what makes us / great.
Love and heritage go down together.
The last nonpoem eases down the dress code, a bolo tie display on 2 thru 8
For a race of giants (giants are made up pieces of one another in other names).
Love came up short for a few and drove them to forgery. Then shatters.
The taking of whatever works to swat the hand that feeds them,
Sharpening endurance,
Risking focus.
Sung along both coasts:
Our people are what makes us / great.
Love and heritage go down together.
The last nonpoem eases down the dress code, a bolo tie display on 2 thru 8
For a race of giants (giants are made up pieces of one another in other names).
Love came up short for a few and drove them to forgery. Then shatters.
The taking of whatever works to swat the hand that feeds them,
Sharpening endurance,
Risking focus.
More breaking news, I was
unfriended 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 freezing,
‘quote’ watching text spin like sentience
refined by distance; since
it’s none of the above ‘end quote.’ This could be for you now.
unfriended 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 freezing,
‘quote’ watching text spin like sentience
refined by distance; since
it’s none of the above ‘end quote.’ This could be for you now.
10/14/20
Variations: High cognition animating your new bankcard
Observing very little ethical cohesion. For oomph
The gloves come off ..
Modifiers in chips note each commitment of yours on a riddle gauge, new units mutate oozing w/ data until you stop.
Finish a stretch and the state gets confused.
Citing a theory of state w/ universal grammar,
Your card de-activated.
Observing very little ethical cohesion. For oomph
The gloves come off ..
Modifiers in chips note each commitment of yours on a riddle gauge, new units mutate oozing w/ data until you stop.
Finish a stretch and the state gets confused.
Citing a theory of state w/ universal grammar,
Your card de-activated.
By midnight again Gogol, Nikolay Gogol, with a master’s degree in these matters, will say the landmass of gut feeling, sane behavior, and noncriminal discourse — like mine — that mass teeters on the grotesque tattoo of a human skull. I can’t turn that down. I can’t mean only in one language. It’s a tradeoff, my trade. In the din nihilism shuts the door 24/7 on indisputable birdsong. A good thing. That door leads to the rescue of children and all rescue contains, all I could have told you.
146: I’m talking to you in American.
The savior went missing. No more dying then? Not going to lie, I watched us dream in a.i. economics, weeding and planting over a cemetery’s radius, destabilizing temperaments of worms eating itty souls. Body losses. Looters and rhombus-gatherers, all doing their time respectively — great work for the power preserve, cuts straight through the soul’s restructure creating more chopping patterns to abandon like dross.
Shanghai chips mounted as background to the film score muting key words. The largest source is not Asia in total, but time, so short a lease, epic lost or sums won on slender, empty shots. The 21st century runway and humane instrumentation are redone for open combat. (One reason might be feminists like us are on genome probation.)
Don’t know. Not going to lie. (Ideologues get stuck on last lines.)
The savior went missing. No more dying then? Not going to lie, I watched us dream in a.i. economics, weeding and planting over a cemetery’s radius, destabilizing temperaments of worms eating itty souls. Body losses. Looters and rhombus-gatherers, all doing their time respectively — great work for the power preserve, cuts straight through the soul’s restructure creating more chopping patterns to abandon like dross.
Shanghai chips mounted as background to the film score muting key words. The largest source is not Asia in total, but time, so short a lease, epic lost or sums won on slender, empty shots. The 21st century runway and humane instrumentation are redone for open combat. (One reason might be feminists like us are on genome probation.)
Don’t know. Not going to lie. (Ideologues get stuck on last lines.)
Often my partner sits in a fortress, deliberately passive-aggressive like any fool.
I’m kidding. Even alone.
In our farewell, as I see it, our descendants build a museum to spy
on us & others. They look great — stomping out corners. That’s their
moonlight, indispensable today for smearing glows
down walls that follow a trajectory
aimed at each atom of both of us in maroon cords.
I’m kidding. Even alone.
In our farewell, as I see it, our descendants build a museum to spy
on us & others. They look great — stomping out corners. That’s their
moonlight, indispensable today for smearing glows
down walls that follow a trajectory
aimed at each atom of both of us in maroon cords.
10/13/20
Doomsday Door A or B? Let’s start with an idea that makes us think differently about its components. If you or I have an idea to process a text or, broader, an artifact of value — a central concern subject to critical and conceptual analysis is, how does the processed result change thinking about the process? In other words, does the artifact generate inquiry into both (a) the who, how, when, why it came about and (b) projected influence of its replication or adaptation into future results?
13: Son, father, if we were only ourselves
we’d bear up against cold instincts.. So
hard
to put back in the valise, bare love. We pirated the code.
I can’t say we did it willingly (signing our keases through dueling storm gusts). In honor? None!
No fuller determination, love, you love no longer than your life in full.
Others like you, mere semblances to me, hold to the same lease.
You give me sweet forms of love against a certain fall,
against coming death and barren winter, my love. O you now —
Surely you know each of us ‘should prepare’
For none but life and love, holders for a full life, eternally in love.
we’d bear up against cold instincts.. So
hard
to put back in the valise, bare love. We pirated the code.
I can’t say we did it willingly (signing our keases through dueling storm gusts). In honor? None!
No fuller determination, love, you love no longer than your life in full.
Others like you, mere semblances to me, hold to the same lease.
You give me sweet forms of love against a certain fall,
against coming death and barren winter, my love. O you now —
Surely you know each of us ‘should prepare’
For none but life and love, holders for a full life, eternally in love.
This tune’s one constant is
a laptop lies naked on my chest.
Dibs on the effect of my discourse, clammy & pink
on the brink of aspects vanished in air.
Ideas rather than ‘aspects’ conquer errors
of the moment lost
more to transports of desire — an ill that’s not
an ill — a gaze upon the sun that leads precisely to a dare,
not a death sentence.
a laptop lies naked on my chest.
Dibs on the effect of my discourse, clammy & pink
on the brink of aspects vanished in air.
Ideas rather than ‘aspects’ conquer errors
of the moment lost
more to transports of desire — an ill that’s not
an ill — a gaze upon the sun that leads precisely to a dare,
not a death sentence.
Criticism “must take a wider horizon of use.” But my notes are lost, colonized with off-rhymes; my lexicon of rhetorical “skirts” wrapped around a few “legs.”
Between a minimum and maximum, Buddha retires in expired turmoil. His daybed is in the new office alcove with murals of doves dropping out. His critique has no name; it’s all about listening.
Between a minimum and maximum, Buddha retires in expired turmoil. His daybed is in the new office alcove with murals of doves dropping out. His critique has no name; it’s all about listening.
10/12/20
Anchored in the bay I need to remind myself
Larry 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 to make fitter (more adhesive) decisions for correct behavior.
Larry 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 to make fitter (more adhesive) decisions for correct behavior.
Like Clint Eastwood I was shifty
Once. What was that all about?
I know where I am going gawky, rattling my cage.
What happened? Diagramming conditions of jitters and others’ sentences, I am anonymous either way.
Thank you, cohorts, for cartoons and commissioned videos shrieking with what I must bury.
Once. What was that all about?
I know where I am going gawky, rattling my cage.
What happened? Diagramming conditions of jitters and others’ sentences, I am anonymous either way.
Thank you, cohorts, for cartoons and commissioned videos shrieking with what I must bury.
Sonnet 119: Software permeates adolescent philosophy. This madder hell points to asphalt perimeters, why error messages commit to wretched structures (applying fears to hopes)
:
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building up un-manacled distraction so amor in the head is amazing, far greater, madder fever!
:
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Some ways syzygy rounds this off in latinate Greek — evil still made better — for amnesia’s fixed width, blessed never, rebuked to our heart’s content!
:
:
And ruined we kept losing, true, losing you .. spent, shaken tame.
:
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building up un-manacled distraction so amor in the head is amazing, far greater, madder fever!
:
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Some ways syzygy rounds this off in latinate Greek — evil still made better — for amnesia’s fixed width, blessed never, rebuked to our heart’s content!
:
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And ruined we kept losing, true, losing you .. spent, shaken tame.
Attention.
As you advance, there are four surveillance cultures from which to plagiarize your response, while materials become more complex, building on what’s been deleted from the record.
Is that all you’re having for dinner?
One will need a clearer message for individual agency. There’s no humor in discretion. Wind in your hair makes us sick.
We can provide hacks for frenetic formality. And when you come to a three-syllable term you don’t know, you can just reference your grandfather’s manual to nab the one-syllable crib.
As you advance, there are four surveillance cultures from which to plagiarize your response, while materials become more complex, building on what’s been deleted from the record.
Is that all you’re having for dinner?
One will need a clearer message for individual agency. There’s no humor in discretion. Wind in your hair makes us sick.
We can provide hacks for frenetic formality. And when you come to a three-syllable term you don’t know, you can just reference your grandfather’s manual to nab the one-syllable crib.
10/11/20
The gist took a slurry, plump, downy evanescing, then it took the elevator. Up buzzers rise above affixes and urgent notation. Helium released — pushed in reverse come fall — trees light up then darken amid writhing worms. Better to heal resentment buried in colossal Orpheus, the un-spontaneous summer physique. With his gift of sullen madness signing everything in burlap, compounded and oncoming in percussive isolation. The upshot.
— 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.
As you we’re turning state’s evidence we held on to meet
even newer phenomena (‘stolen parts’
To run over) — any & all mayhem coming unannounced (achieved).
Or some of us won’t since we 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.
As you we’re turning state’s evidence we held on to meet
even newer phenomena (‘stolen parts’
To run over) — any & all mayhem coming unannounced (achieved).
Or some of us won’t since we 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.
Clay-toned physiques
fighting their relatives, waving, receding on one another
— everybody under an influence indoors, thoughts that are
filled with light, rotating in
reverse as if knowing how to purify their offspring & manage forever
in bionic lurches of nibbling torque .. adjusting ..
You may notice I’m after zest constructing new meanings in your arms, and oomph — one long eyebrow (for wingspan), fuzzy and continuous like our séance now, now in the present that has no update or purpose, just falsetto in your eyes.
fighting their relatives, waving, receding on one another
— everybody under an influence indoors, thoughts that are
filled with light, rotating in
reverse as if knowing how to purify their offspring & manage forever
in bionic lurches of nibbling torque .. adjusting ..
You may notice I’m after zest constructing new meanings in your arms, and oomph — one long eyebrow (for wingspan), fuzzy and continuous like our séance now, now in the present that has no update or purpose, just falsetto in your eyes.
48: One only care, a trifle..
Save where you aren’t / tho I feel you are. Careful now..
Tho a treasure you are left for prey
Of 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 for prey
Of 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.
I’m losing a fortune in the arts...
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 vegetable color, finding new names,
Pushing the most oblivious among broken arts,
Tai-chi of self-watch. There. And these
Steps entangle bosons of mine, yours and everyone else
Rushing us on to long careers in revision & redefinition...
While I keep my mouth shut & listen,
Escalating with all my sharpened implements to inhabit received logic.
I’m retracing what I think you see. I’m
Mastering every vegetable color, finding new names,
Pushing the most oblivious among broken arts,
Tai-chi of self-watch. There. And these
Steps entangle bosons of mine, yours and everyone else
Rushing us on to long careers in revision & redefinition...
Aw, come on, try an exercise in subject-mood agreement.
Then Alexander (...great knowledgeable Alexander) moved over, blabbing to his dark lady, oh, ’I’ll bet a thou, maybe 2 we can blow up the empire again in modern English.’
I’m happy in English I’m not Alexander. I can’t sob much. The ache of early summer is palpable, and night drops as snorts of derision dampen my naïve representation of democracy.
Then Alexander (...great knowledgeable Alexander) moved over, blabbing to his dark lady, oh, ’I’ll bet a thou, maybe 2 we can blow up the empire again in modern English.’
I’m happy in English I’m not Alexander. I can’t sob much. The ache of early summer is palpable, and night drops as snorts of derision dampen my naïve representation of democracy.
10/10/20
At a new level of storytelling that hang-in-there ideal is on your side, time sick.
It goes with a backhand irony like pigeon guided missiles or extra guards at the gate.
A free coupon! No, the front gate won’t front
As there are centers of wishing beyond your closed doors.
All batteries are charged (that’s the feeling). I’m pouring
Molasses over my track pants ‘stitched’ with microfiber
— I’m about to walk the spiral and more!
While chestnuts stand around in verbal hoards
Coupons expire.
It goes with a backhand irony like pigeon guided missiles or extra guards at the gate.
A free coupon! No, the front gate won’t front
As there are centers of wishing beyond your closed doors.
All batteries are charged (that’s the feeling). I’m pouring
Molasses over my track pants ‘stitched’ with microfiber
— I’m about to walk the spiral and more!
While chestnuts stand around in verbal hoards
Coupons expire.
To save life (a), a blur of messianic pronouns disembodies subject matter; (b) matter is pruned and run through demi-graphic filters. It’s moderato brooding, adding to a cobbled blow-up — (b+a) Here dubs of complaints dovetail into an opus of no ideology.. You operate in English but (c) you resort to braying tactics, but yeah.
(You might infer lack of taxonomy.)
(You might infer lack of taxonomy.)
31: You remind me of lovers gone. A morning crew, weathermen
Waving arms over their hidden forecasts in endearing naked patterns —
This was their 1st stab at tantrics, due many now.
They merited love trophies — now yours alone, all yours.
You have all of mine,
My tears buried in view of you. They’re inside you,
Removed, disguised as glare hung from all-in loving you.
Waving arms over their hidden forecasts in endearing naked patterns —
This was their 1st stab at tantrics, due many now.
They merited love trophies — now yours alone, all yours.
You have all of mine,
My tears buried in view of you. They’re inside you,
Removed, disguised as glare hung from all-in loving you.
Dawn. I thought I wouldn’t get back to sleep
I was going to call it “Draped Profile”
When held from both sides.
Distinguish the 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
When white, blue, rank
— lavish as to give us each pause..
When the no-pause button is whoosh
In your face all shiny.
I was going to call it “Draped Profile”
When held from both sides.
Distinguish the 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
When white, blue, rank
— lavish as to give us each pause..
When the no-pause button is whoosh
In your face all shiny.
We can demolish only one artificiality.
Last night on Severance Ave.
It’s no toy. It’s an example of us we can’t have.
It didn’t love you or me. Like an oblong of moonlight it looked over what we do.
That’s why we live here.
The robot was a learner, dedicated but fading. We intervened only once
As the sunset roared into place.
Our place. It’s ours,
Remember; all our troubles disappear.
Last night on Severance Ave.
It’s no toy. It’s an example of us we can’t have.
It didn’t love you or me. Like an oblong of moonlight it looked over what we do.
That’s why we live here.
The robot was a learner, dedicated but fading. We intervened only once
As the sunset roared into place.
Our place. It’s ours,
Remember; all our troubles disappear.
10/9/20
Yes or no in tokens, symbols and their prototypes. Yes or no signs. Yes or no to feuds, grim ball-bearings. Forget but never forget the asseverator’s vulnerability. And yes or no rodent names. No yet also yes to poems scoping life as a masterpiece, addressing a doormat standing an inch off the casing, fourth-up past the itch out of somewhere but nothing like every itch up your sleeve. Yes or no tempo of glyphic turmoil grounded into dotage and torpid incision in not one vowel or all 80 of them — 800 tones, yes or no prophase for pensive description. Morphology covers all bets. Scars are as good as drapery over stays.
Louisiana, East of Eden: That time of year with smarter definition.
How’s that if your electricity is out and your phones won’t work?
We needed smarter drywall too, to excite the twilight in the bayou,
ferns and moss growing other side after sunset, every-
thing about the yield blowing in its news
of recurring unitary joy...
that must expire.
I liked getting you to this point, nourished by you.
How’s that if your electricity is out and your phones won’t work?
We needed smarter drywall too, to excite the twilight in the bayou,
ferns and moss growing other side after sunset, every-
thing about the yield blowing in its news
of recurring unitary joy...
that must expire.
I liked getting you to this point, nourished by you.
RNA itemizes facts.
Do you name your dares?
Or stay bubble-footed in the dark,
Fat, never satisfied?
We come from creatures far back, slowly calmed
By fear we were of a kind they were to others, lacking
Redoubled patrimony and their finding-it-out tools.
Distribution adjustment has those to spare..
Now tasked down from behaviorist briefs.
Do you name your dares?
Or stay bubble-footed in the dark,
Fat, never satisfied?
We come from creatures far back, slowly calmed
By fear we were of a kind they were to others, lacking
Redoubled patrimony and their finding-it-out tools.
Distribution adjustment has those to spare..
Now tasked down from behaviorist briefs.
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.
I don’t know that much about you, but you remind me of someone
Who can recall profound formality taking shape not that far off, quelling fear.
Half a day goes by &
You are already unattainable —
Hypersensitive to chaos, a thing to uphold.
Pull over, this is serious:
Poetics process stuff. Ketchupy.
The coast is never clear, fat boy...
A whole new side to nuts & tightening bolts, narrow & hollow in the center — inflatable as you lay back in a blank whisper, clearly in the nick of it.
Who can recall profound formality taking shape not that far off, quelling fear.
Half a day goes by &
You are already unattainable —
Hypersensitive to chaos, a thing to uphold.
Pull over, this is serious:
Poetics process stuff. Ketchupy.
The coast is never clear, fat boy...
A whole new side to nuts & tightening bolts, narrow & hollow in the center — inflatable as you lay back in a blank whisper, clearly in the nick of it.
What’s missing is, why is there feeling?
It’s a state of mind according to Hoyle a day later;
Global warming jazzes a decimal of our pablum.
Where should I hurt?
Once or more. A few more.
There’s no projected torture unless it causes organ failure.
Baby steps fix the climate really fast indoors.
For we feel tall
and inflatable as we cascade into a blank, mechanistic corp.
It’s a state of mind according to Hoyle a day later;
Global warming jazzes a decimal of our pablum.
Where should I hurt?
Once or more. A few more.
There’s no projected torture unless it causes organ failure.
Baby steps fix the climate really fast indoors.
For we feel tall
and inflatable as we cascade into a blank, mechanistic corp.
10/8/20
Doomsday Door A or B? Let’s start with an idea that makes us think differently about its components. If you or I have an idea to process a text or, broader, an artifact of value — a central concern subject to critical and conceptual analysis is, how does the processed result change thinking about the process? In other words, does the artifact generate inquiry into both (a) the who, how, when, why it came about and (b) the utility of its replication or adaptation into future results?
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 asyntacity 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 asyntacity sets an extreme standard atop
maximally tall orders, looking down over his sprawling,
immersive, dark & smoky project-for-good, 10 or higher.
— Empress Eugenie
Your bromide is familiar. You’re gaining attention for the wrong infinite reasons, Jungfrau.
Stay where you are. Exploit the familiar, even an inkling. Glow lost, fast.
The cosmos is unwilling to plow far ahead, now or later, this way or that — what we inhabit is neither a stoner planet nor merely some plywood-dream-and-particulates object flown in time (w/ fewer and fewer true intrigues).
There’s much history.
Shadow sensory awareness, one chosen medium.
Flowers are em-poisoned by design, grateful astrochemists oozin’ adrenaline
for their audience, saboteurs of the heart.
Stay where you are. Exploit the familiar, even an inkling. Glow lost, fast.
The cosmos is unwilling to plow far ahead, now or later, this way or that — what we inhabit is neither a stoner planet nor merely some plywood-dream-and-particulates object flown in time (w/ fewer and fewer true intrigues).
There’s much history.
Shadow sensory awareness, one chosen medium.
Flowers are em-poisoned by design, grateful astrochemists oozin’ adrenaline
for their audience, saboteurs of the heart.
95: Hidden pretext takes over. A story of dispraise, an ill report but in a kind of praise per the report.
What would be less fantastic? An enclosure of stainless vice. A full shelf of great privileged, lascivious plans.
Naming your name tells the story. How sweet — you’re every blot and sin in one, preached against, but seldom commented on against ill odds, for shame. One spots your pieces of sporting nonsense, beauty’s manly tongue negated, verbs rounded off randomly, veiled, knifing my love out..
What would be less fantastic? An enclosure of stainless vice. A full shelf of great privileged, lascivious plans.
Naming your name tells the story. How sweet — you’re every blot and sin in one, preached against, but seldom commented on against ill odds, for shame. One spots your pieces of sporting nonsense, beauty’s manly tongue negated, verbs rounded off randomly, veiled, knifing my love out..
My area is interpretive search.
You’re always not talking.
I get your point (approbation without the tedium of argument).
Rationed compliments ensue in secret and bloat under rush-formatted appetites,
Accounting disappears like functions of context (procedures) —
Physicalism (neural perception) adapts to amoral schemes
More fearless (less indiscernible) a cappella — Travel well.
You’re always not talking.
I get your point (approbation without the tedium of argument).
Rationed compliments ensue in secret and bloat under rush-formatted appetites,
Accounting disappears like functions of context (procedures) —
Physicalism (neural perception) adapts to amoral schemes
More fearless (less indiscernible) a cappella — Travel well.
10/7/20
Yes, I’ve recently incorporated; the firm makes me feel yes! you are more melted into tomorrow’s borrowing high, mighty simplicity. Like when a spelling bee hints at a pattern to teach reform, pushing a path open.
Pull it together, a life that’s sustainable you can just make up. (You are under a firm obligation.) This is a real company. We call her Cathy.
Or this has nothing to do with
walking away earning a higher degree,
‘mountains feel empty’ / they’re
rude — here is where the cards you squirt help.
And there you go, retreating to that panoptic middle deck where you discover almost the same variations. You’ll have to choose the Non-Group taking part in the landing, staying cool to outlast time. When this is tomorrow.
Pull it together, a life that’s sustainable you can just make up. (You are under a firm obligation.) This is a real company. We call her Cathy.
Or this has nothing to do with
walking away earning a higher degree,
‘mountains feel empty’ / they’re
rude — here is where the cards you squirt help.
And there you go, retreating to that panoptic middle deck where you discover almost the same variations. You’ll have to choose the Non-Group taking part in the landing, staying cool to outlast time. When this is tomorrow.
Hail, love, I was in hell with you
Having seen again all the mud we throw.
We’re not living there now; it’s too far to drive, leaving us out drenched to the waist, hanging down on the sidewalk looking a little ‘filmed over.’
The now is? I don’t know where it went or was. I wonder if we’ll show up there.
These questions are battered about.
Having seen again all the mud we throw.
We’re not living there now; it’s too far to drive, leaving us out drenched to the waist, hanging down on the sidewalk looking a little ‘filmed over.’
The now is? I don’t know where it went or was. I wonder if we’ll show up there.
These questions are battered about.
45: Sir, libido and swift words send and return messages — coming back as light air (thoughts) and quick fire (desire). Air and fire are both with you (wherever I am).
When I hear nothing from you — I’m no longer glad or assured, merely present-absent, oppressed by melancholy
as it were.
It feels I’ve sent my desire away, far away from me, sad for you.
When I hear nothing from you — I’m no longer glad or assured, merely present-absent, oppressed by melancholy
as it were.
It feels I’ve sent my desire away, far away from me, sad for you.
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 I-don’t-know − was it something to do w/ a heap of focus to 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 I-don’t-know − was it something to do w/ a heap of focus to one side, therefore blocking another? Do we lead a life another sings w/ you?
Rough framework, a giddy notation to a story.
Visuals like tenured blurs formally at odds,
split seconds in a bigger, frank understanding with no data.
A bog of cloudburst capsizes, disabused of clouds,
blending in, no longer exterior to land
still untrusted and abstract, a heavy rain
snapping into randomness.
Visuals like tenured blurs formally at odds,
split seconds in a bigger, frank understanding with no data.
A bog of cloudburst capsizes, disabused of clouds,
blending in, no longer exterior to land
still untrusted and abstract, a heavy rain
snapping into randomness.
10/6/20
A mind occupied, just so. Am I in an experimental state of forgery? No, I live in a red state. Prithee, how do I maintain balance sheets & my resolute informality? It’s one other day of no hope. Yet different, jokes turn into sleep. & dreams forgive paranoia’s belated redemption, trapping me inside ambitions to put out the house fire (in my head) all by myself. New to physics, I talk in a low to medium braggadocio. My grin sports a few layers of sleep relief, aching in baby, calmly accruing intimacy to belie despair over entropy.
Hands are everything.
That was past conjecture; and bringing it all back
The evidence upsurges when language goes away.
His eyes & yours fill with labor pools.
Your brain stores all 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! ... light showers keep raising rules of thumb, bringing it all back.
That was past conjecture; and bringing it all back
The evidence upsurges when language goes away.
His eyes & yours fill with labor pools.
Your brain stores all 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! ... light showers keep raising rules of thumb, bringing it all back.
We can take empty form into perpetuity where I’ll subsist in attrition finding and picking up “encircling purviews” for travel — a shore in maneuvers pitched way up like mores with infectious integers-to-be.
A buzz keeps my eyes open when I am (or was) looking misplaced or miscalled, taking dictation to wrap up sleep.
A buzz keeps my eyes open when I am (or was) looking misplaced or miscalled, taking dictation to wrap up sleep.
85: It takes substance and breadth; the going price of unlettered, rank desire
(a rare cigarette case, may I?) looked after in polished forms and
No thanks. Just piano and voice. Piano and your voice. Words come hindmost. Let’s
Practice being still. (The high meal.) Inductions to other habits — hearing your breath
I think rich thoughts speaking, in effect, projecting dumb ideas.
The golden haze drags down sculptures of floppy wool
Like light praise warmed over by spinning in well refined wind. “Amen”
— I cannot phrase scents of snow, sunlight and your utter loss
— my tongue tied crying, folding you into my thoughts.
(a rare cigarette case, may I?) looked after in polished forms and
No thanks. Just piano and voice. Piano and your voice. Words come hindmost. Let’s
Practice being still. (The high meal.) Inductions to other habits — hearing your breath
I think rich thoughts speaking, in effect, projecting dumb ideas.
The golden haze drags down sculptures of floppy wool
Like light praise warmed over by spinning in well refined wind. “Amen”
— I cannot phrase scents of snow, sunlight and your utter loss
— my tongue tied crying, folding you into my thoughts.
I used to have an ersatz power dependency that’s reasonable to regret. Even today.
Now we think it’s polite to say ‘power,’ not ‘ostentatious pensiveness.’
In robotic culture there’s an i.d. crisis
as when who knows we’re taking these steps
for whose agenda? Eat and lose some weight?
How may we help?
Now we think it’s polite to say ‘power,’ not ‘ostentatious pensiveness.’
In robotic culture there’s an i.d. crisis
as when who knows we’re taking these steps
for whose agenda? Eat and lose some weight?
How may we help?
It’s open mic. Didn’t I show you?
Squatting in nourishing overview, there’s one off color equation
of a deceptive simplicity in love as well as pride, duplicity.
Creationism = a lone boyfriend keeps faith
better than others, believing neither.
Separated from a source of meditation, let’s call it, you’d be sad too.
The source is not sad. One separated from the source is.
Or it’s obvious.
Sadness is beside itself.
Squatting in nourishing overview, there’s one off color equation
of a deceptive simplicity in love as well as pride, duplicity.
Creationism = a lone boyfriend keeps faith
better than others, believing neither.
Separated from a source of meditation, let’s call it, you’d be sad too.
The source is not sad. One separated from the source is.
Or it’s obvious.
Sadness is beside itself.
10/5/20
The service managers said these are extraordinary times. Exciting now. Where are we un, um.. if that’s everything, we’ll switch to administrative cadence. Our slogan: production charges the new world until only a beat prevails. The right hand shadows what generations of fear rarely mine in heavier hypotheticals; the heroic code on the other hand never misses.
Minutes after our extra work is filed, dozens below management are called to line up for a free run of the orchard, company-owned. “This is a very nice benefit,” a leisure pursuit like playing shipwrecked, held for ransom. Those were the funniest jokes, too. I don’t remember laughing so much. Ever. Or I can’t recall.
Minutes after our extra work is filed, dozens below management are called to line up for a free run of the orchard, company-owned. “This is a very nice benefit,” a leisure pursuit like playing shipwrecked, held for ransom. Those were the funniest jokes, too. I don’t remember laughing so much. Ever. Or I can’t recall.
No yet also yes to scoping life as a masterpiece, addressing a defeat as is 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 all right or all wrong, both disposed to insatiable shine.
Avoidance with a message sounds personable, calm, also passably awkward. In the same robot call he reverses prerogatives, that is, the voice does. I’ll table the difference — a mixed result but with swift powers two kinds of physics have never been better aligned. I’m altogether devoted to the happiness of the robot and then all our tech people in the call center. The firm gives me focus, serves as my hideout, while I search for a working motive, working the ropes.
Sonnet 61:
Simple enough picking up a pen . . . land and those living on it have material functions; similarly I see you.
I watch your synthetic imagery through writing, the vigil and force applied putting your youth
into a piece, since the grown man does not come by himself, regardless of your beauty — the river bank plied by far off
metaphors and substitutes, one at a time — less formal, so near home it’s like taking your dictation, taking after your love of my love of you.
Simple enough picking up a pen . . . land and those living on it have material functions; similarly I see you.
I watch your synthetic imagery through writing, the vigil and force applied putting your youth
into a piece, since the grown man does not come by himself, regardless of your beauty — the river bank plied by far off
metaphors and substitutes, one at a time — less formal, so near home it’s like taking your dictation, taking after your love of my love of you.
This is our ur-season & with these search times I am free to cut nothing off.
Not even a con anarchist.
Under pre-season conditions, your questions washed over me —
For starters: Did I test, lease, defame to get the best?
& the answers in a future wherever that is if ...
Is it time or times?
Personally, I maintain a liberal, apolitical esthetic once more.
The colony is firmly democratized, sir. You sir.
Other voices from the porch directed to violent finches in the sky,
The season seemed & was interpenetrations of parallel scenery
Et al in all of this.
Not even a con anarchist.
Under pre-season conditions, your questions washed over me —
For starters: Did I test, lease, defame to get the best?
& the answers in a future wherever that is if ...
Is it time or times?
Personally, I maintain a liberal, apolitical esthetic once more.
The colony is firmly democratized, sir. You sir.
Other voices from the porch directed to violent finches in the sky,
The season seemed & was interpenetrations of parallel scenery
Et al in all of this.
We are the last generations who have short lifetimes.
Later, you dangle squalid transfer balances netting zero, netting
a big zero on the demeaning upper ends and
capital variables w/ an October surprise.
That’s every transitive with successive membership enclosed ..
How the prose poem squeals w/ common sense, folds into dreams.
Everyday events like planetary ellipses emerge that change programming (for greater disorder) in fluent business English.
Later, you dangle squalid transfer balances netting zero, netting
a big zero on the demeaning upper ends and
capital variables w/ an October surprise.
That’s every transitive with successive membership enclosed ..
How the prose poem squeals w/ common sense, folds into dreams.
Everyday events like planetary ellipses emerge that change programming (for greater disorder) in fluent business English.
10/4/20
88: Patriarchy expands fraternal allegiance. You & I so belong.
We’re well acquainted with our own double weakness. We’re both right and wrong. Well, I really enjoy it. 9 out of 10.
What do you look like now? It’s right to ask? With all my loving thoughts I can set down our story, bending my weaknesses against myself.
We both gain an advantage (all wrong) to prove you virtuous.
We’re well acquainted with our own double weakness. We’re both right and wrong. Well, I really enjoy it. 9 out of 10.
What do you look like now? It’s right to ask? With all my loving thoughts I can set down our story, bending my weaknesses against myself.
We both gain an advantage (all wrong) to prove you virtuous.
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 I-don’t-know − was it something to do w/ a heap of focus to 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 I-don’t-know − was it something to do w/ a heap of focus to one side, therefore blocking another? Do we lead a life another sings w/ you?
Irrational tarantulas (of steel) squeeze under the door, isolated by
an obsession with coming on, coming right in. There we go, holist.
Theory-and-forth..
Theory is the tickle place you and I may detect a language driver, a feeling you’ve won, untidy and young, accomplished and loathed despite foundational rules of no feeling without permission.
Our tarantulas grow mute subconsciously, in dim light over and over —
burbling with a kill-agenda that’s swayed into decisions, aching to blather.
an obsession with coming on, coming right in. There we go, holist.
Theory-and-forth..
Theory is the tickle place you and I may detect a language driver, a feeling you’ve won, untidy and young, accomplished and loathed despite foundational rules of no feeling without permission.
Our tarantulas grow mute subconsciously, in dim light over and over —
burbling with a kill-agenda that’s swayed into decisions, aching to blather.
10/3/20
If you ingest grief, parody is aqua foam and orange foam and broken glass. Now I’ve said everything I know about the nostalgia evoked by kissing your hand.
No meditation spanning surfaces of the woods, no
massage. No flavor of bullet points and none of cedar or balsa. So
there’s nothing to bifurcate to render your stinking utter degeneracy.
May you come down with writer’s block in your rotten messianic parole.
No meditation spanning surfaces of the woods, no
massage. No flavor of bullet points and none of cedar or balsa. So
there’s nothing to bifurcate to render your stinking utter degeneracy.
May you come down with writer’s block in your rotten messianic parole.
So you get it now about dualism, you make 4 walls the rendezvous, hang a roof, lounge in queue for the motorcade. Your ride is brief —
A ruse, tho, can be your generic, long-living object that looks transparent, emerging as sleep.
So you’re still in danger within the same maize-y wait time.
— How do bricks
hang through the duration? (Waiting is the easy-hard part.)
Ruses ride themselves.
A ruse, tho, can be your generic, long-living object that looks transparent, emerging as sleep.
So you’re still in danger within the same maize-y wait time.
— How do bricks
hang through the duration? (Waiting is the easy-hard part.)
Ruses ride themselves.
102: You’re the matter at hand merchandized within isomorphic rotations from green hues perpetual to earth.
You’re asking a lot.
Still our love was new.
Well, most of these “notes” are literal, based on trying to sit down [starting to sing] “Baby, you’re still the matter.”
The access air of inevitability around more advanced codes shattered. I hold my tongue. Shattered seemed inauthentic in the a merchandised sense. You are more than a song of sex. You’re holding me, the middle of the throat..
I kiss the air. This.
You’re asking a lot.
Still our love was new.
Well, most of these “notes” are literal, based on trying to sit down [starting to sing] “Baby, you’re still the matter.”
The access air of inevitability around more advanced codes shattered. I hold my tongue. Shattered seemed inauthentic in the a merchandised sense. You are more than a song of sex. You’re holding me, the middle of the throat..
I kiss the air. This.
I hate being made fun of.
In the interim I’ve written hate jokes,
All natural as parfait clouds beginning to part — over 1000 —
The aerodrome softly moans .. it could be roars of laughter falling into introspection
slotted for long silent scream divisions with fearful levels of id emergence
— And owing to your interest... this won’t constitute a date.
*
How can I neck you into warming
up with tomtom heartbeats, migrating
to far boundaries by hand
to hand in a laughing matter?
Trick question.
That’s how comedy for squares works.
If it’s a question today,
Tomorrow, what’s the transition?
Reciprocating.
In the interim I’ve written hate jokes,
All natural as parfait clouds beginning to part — over 1000 —
The aerodrome softly moans .. it could be roars of laughter falling into introspection
slotted for long silent scream divisions with fearful levels of id emergence
— And owing to your interest... this won’t constitute a date.
*
How can I neck you into warming
up with tomtom heartbeats, migrating
to far boundaries by hand
to hand in a laughing matter?
Trick question.
That’s how comedy for squares works.
If it’s a question today,
Tomorrow, what’s the transition?
Reciprocating.
10/2/20
Gong, gong goes all posterity.
Inside it’s gray. Divided & confused, I signed
up. The acoustics are here, also
a container for every dataset on loud
so the bright love space will hear it
& feel it in stages taller, striking overnight.
Research-bent, my posterity does take its leisure.
It feels like a great new unofficial building
while I’m always gonged to delay my appeal.
Inside it’s gray. Divided & confused, I signed
up. The acoustics are here, also
a container for every dataset on loud
so the bright love space will hear it
& feel it in stages taller, striking overnight.
Research-bent, my posterity does take its leisure.
It feels like a great new unofficial building
while I’m always gonged to delay my appeal.
82: Sing:
I swear..
...I’ll say it again, there’s a dedicated method to overlook, a high-five as you whisper this is a second emphasis, both natural and gross.
Adorno says strained rhetoric is a precious jewel, manmade but even true words have always been devised.
And therefore there’s no escape beneath the social parasail of rhetorical infighting. Plain speech commits us, forces us.
And do so, love. You are as fair in speech and knowledge as in hue.
Devised in love, that’s the plain worst case, and here we are — let me give you a hand.
I swear..
...I’ll say it again, there’s a dedicated method to overlook, a high-five as you whisper this is a second emphasis, both natural and gross.
Adorno says strained rhetoric is a precious jewel, manmade but even true words have always been devised.
And therefore there’s no escape beneath the social parasail of rhetorical infighting. Plain speech commits us, forces us.
And do so, love. You are as fair in speech and knowledge as in hue.
Devised in love, that’s the plain worst case, and here we are — let me give you a hand.
I’ve got to hold back. Not go down.
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 in dispute.
I adhere to the same late-filing rule as you. We are keepers of years at night.
Love is moaning all right. I’m almost a novice enthusiast.. years from now.
Then, inscrutably I shall 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 in dispute.
I adhere to the same late-filing rule as you. We are keepers of years at night.
Love is moaning all right. I’m almost a novice enthusiast.. years from now.
Then, inscrutably I shall break down and sob.
I say you sign off on others’ labor — A newspaper edition, documentary remnants, penetrable databases — We occupy this clever, conceptual nook, curling up, thinking up ... At times siding with the powerful (administrators) seems deliberate as well as passive-aggressive, love’s public effect, blots of respect for undue labor.
I’m kidding. I’m staying sarcastic — unironically. Anxious pleasures bearing pleasurable anxiety, repeating ...
I’m kidding. I’m staying sarcastic — unironically. Anxious pleasures bearing pleasurable anxiety, repeating ...
10/1/20
Why tonight?
My day jewelry drove down surface tension and threw us enough softballs to take off and run.
No jurisdiction encumbers where we hurt —
leg and arm sounds carry on our tradition of critique. Show me our holding the moment once.
Once and done. Modulating the individual encompasses groans
according to types of apotheosis.
Don’t smolder, exude words.
My day jewelry drove down surface tension and threw us enough softballs to take off and run.
No jurisdiction encumbers where we hurt —
leg and arm sounds carry on our tradition of critique. Show me our holding the moment once.
Once and done. Modulating the individual encompasses groans
according to types of apotheosis.
Don’t smolder, exude words.
Uber eats poem.
For immediate release: A tormented lab mix of appliance and beast, user-taxed slabs of pork tortilla, casaba and sausage sorbet on a cherry-esque platter, all wrapped up for you to tear open, putting me in mind of a future photo realism, a live feed to your reading this via the miracle of poetics. Yes.
Speaking of which... it’s tricky coming up with fast food examples of self-eating metaphysical poems.
For immediate release: A tormented lab mix of appliance and beast, user-taxed slabs of pork tortilla, casaba and sausage sorbet on a cherry-esque platter, all wrapped up for you to tear open, putting me in mind of a future photo realism, a live feed to your reading this via the miracle of poetics. Yes.
Speaking of which... it’s tricky coming up with fast food examples of self-eating metaphysical poems.
What is the difference between imminent and threatening? How do you pronounce annunciation? As atheist or decision theorist?
Act gathered.
There’s personal glamor that can only end in a draw sustained by two getting up, stretching for an hour.
After action and glamor there’s power. The virus is already inside us, theorist.
Act gathered.
There’s personal glamor that can only end in a draw sustained by two getting up, stretching for an hour.
After action and glamor there’s power. The virus is already inside us, theorist.
32: You’re reserved outdoors, for your love adds layers
And exempts us from showing up to enchain, knife, subdue..
That’s once I reach heights of happier men but none like you —
As Satie plays, giving away what we’re better at
— gosh! I read an earlier generation in tears warms up today’s loving style.
Poor from love, a class struggles thinking it’s for real.
The struggle, not the tears.
And exempts us from showing up to enchain, knife, subdue..
That’s once I reach heights of happier men but none like you —
As Satie plays, giving away what we’re better at
— gosh! I read an earlier generation in tears warms up today’s loving style.
Poor from love, a class struggles thinking it’s for real.
The struggle, not the tears.
So a redraft prompts special inquiry tho tentative as to the meaning of structure. Putting it in a memo, we sleep with a relationship. It’s not an investigation but inquiry. Rough seas but you’ve been here before, you know how we leverage missing you at a time when it’s least expensive. We’re happiest procrastinating, indexing suspicion and objurgating..
Stacked tonal aspirations.
The luminous patina of an excommunicant / He thought about SciFi from the Sixties / Of a bright, lit, obvious labyrinth / All his life as if he were a mercurial creature / As if meeting death half-way by making connections / The kind of greenish pallor you’d desired —
As the furry chestnut shadow turns from the window / Fighting the relative fight to endure / His coat with his assassin’s bullet, effluvia, life / All his life as if he were a mercurial creature / Etc.
As the furry chestnut shadow turns from the window / Fighting the relative fight to endure / His coat with his assassin’s bullet, effluvia, life / All his life as if he were a mercurial creature / Etc.
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