Something to do with chant? The amount enclosed...
All this repetition is an interdiscipline ahead of patterned, glimmering haze and murmurs surrounding powerful folk, dating converts. You know, the level of smart self regard here is high, covert. Notwithstanding we’re open to self derangement if all we do is seduce and note conquests. We lose austere joys, our own cloud dogma perpetrated out of a wiry, scentless comfort, breathing over the skies.
Scentless discomfort, too.
1/31/21
A private-public distinction, extension 8.
That dichotomy no longer limits outcomes for a buffered work force.
Keeping my writing up
Besides giving empathy, suffering distress,
I write on my agenda,
A vapidly laden ship of ‘fortune’
Once I launch it —
I got married however without knowing the side effects
— wait, I forget why I called.
That dichotomy no longer limits outcomes for a buffered work force.
Keeping my writing up
Besides giving empathy, suffering distress,
I write on my agenda,
A vapidly laden ship of ‘fortune’
Once I launch it —
I got married however without knowing the side effects
— wait, I forget why I called.
151: Our berserk contacts squeeze topical structure into gentle shadows that are too numb to know what consciousness is.
We learnt lightly, love is too young. Yet triumph in love is slathered over the poor and excluded. Axioms and other memes are what we are deft w/. So the poor-excluded type doesn’t count? I can’t tell, I wouldn’t know. Who does?
When instrumentalists and the proud struck their alliance, we thought this is a gross 2nd prize although our ultimatums were rephrased and moral aspirations became more footloose and empirically incontestable as Seven Bagatelles.
We learnt lightly, love is too young. Yet triumph in love is slathered over the poor and excluded. Axioms and other memes are what we are deft w/. So the poor-excluded type doesn’t count? I can’t tell, I wouldn’t know. Who does?
When instrumentalists and the proud struck their alliance, we thought this is a gross 2nd prize although our ultimatums were rephrased and moral aspirations became more footloose and empirically incontestable as Seven Bagatelles.
I weigh your music, your great granddad’s piece about
Bang you’re dead
Average / self-guilt along with bland lucky tones, a problem. No gist, too popular.
So relax thine form here.
Everything dark-accented inflates 3 dimensions into immense mist of
Taxing yarns. Poor wee sparrow’s beaten yet breathing
True to form A.
The unequal in luck float more already. I hope they’re happy.
Bang you’re dead
Average / self-guilt along with bland lucky tones, a problem. No gist, too popular.
So relax thine form here.
Everything dark-accented inflates 3 dimensions into immense mist of
Taxing yarns. Poor wee sparrow’s beaten yet breathing
True to form A.
The unequal in luck float more already. I hope they’re happy.
There’s something I haven’t told you, I
am passionate about what’s right in front of me. Durante degli Alighieri.
We’re in scandalous terrain prone on a couch eating donuts —
that, anything like that could send us home, hungrier,
shoulder to shoulder, our emotions subsided into idiot access
and the purity of night blindness. It’s
a glow in seconds before another avalanche, fun and explosive. Wow.
Or like a buddha machine in no-now. Then
a chosen toothbrush has been abandoned. I’m forgetting about it.
I’ll be moving out soon. Moving thru a lefty runoff.
I won’t be funny or try, relax or specify the ...
I only know self-reconciliation doing this puzzle, this I finished yesterday.
But I’m always coming back, no angst, to it!
familiarly strange and pleasant, yet
I’ve lost myself in its new geography ... Thanks.
am passionate about what’s right in front of me. Durante degli Alighieri.
We’re in scandalous terrain prone on a couch eating donuts —
that, anything like that could send us home, hungrier,
shoulder to shoulder, our emotions subsided into idiot access
and the purity of night blindness. It’s
a glow in seconds before another avalanche, fun and explosive. Wow.
Or like a buddha machine in no-now. Then
a chosen toothbrush has been abandoned. I’m forgetting about it.
I’ll be moving out soon. Moving thru a lefty runoff.
I won’t be funny or try, relax or specify the ...
I only know self-reconciliation doing this puzzle, this I finished yesterday.
But I’m always coming back, no angst, to it!
familiarly strange and pleasant, yet
I’ve lost myself in its new geography ... Thanks.
1/30/21
The cosmos in Part 1 (about hard-ons) is unexplained.
In the mental part, covert specialists use tightly wound, remixed pairs in expression to meet their incriminating goals. Chief aim is to march with humanists halfway. The other and better half are indulged through wisecracks; but most of the wayward humanists, the originalists, we render as divas and idiots in the vulnerable minority and they take the bullets; why?
In the mental part, covert specialists use tightly wound, remixed pairs in expression to meet their incriminating goals. Chief aim is to march with humanists halfway. The other and better half are indulged through wisecracks; but most of the wayward humanists, the originalists, we render as divas and idiots in the vulnerable minority and they take the bullets; why?
Your snobbishness killed us.
No monks wrote the inscription for our ashes. It reads: Just because we’re not there to floodlight what we know on swimming exhausted doesn’t mean we weren’t Bodhis / each physique w/ a hammer in hand. Nailing our souls together takes a moment of our lives that we don’t have, don’t love, don’t hate.
Whatever takes substance and breadth, we’re not doing it!
No monks wrote the inscription for our ashes. It reads: Just because we’re not there to floodlight what we know on swimming exhausted doesn’t mean we weren’t Bodhis / each physique w/ a hammer in hand. Nailing our souls together takes a moment of our lives that we don’t have, don’t love, don’t hate.
Whatever takes substance and breadth, we’re not doing it!
Sonnet 38:
Damn, can’t complain, when my muse
left we had a subject..
Next to nothing, also a barred finch
flew off, raving — you took notes on wet bubbles — of curious worth.
To invent peruses the here and now / takes in um — ?
— everything is the right answer —
You once came up with this argument, a new sweetheart deal
— breathing now your voice pours through my verse!
And you give out light outliving you and you and me
rehearsing, calling us, bringing thanks to you.
Damn, can’t complain, when my muse
left we had a subject..
Next to nothing, also a barred finch
flew off, raving — you took notes on wet bubbles — of curious worth.
To invent peruses the here and now / takes in um — ?
— everything is the right answer —
You once came up with this argument, a new sweetheart deal
— breathing now your voice pours through my verse!
And you give out light outliving you and you and me
rehearsing, calling us, bringing thanks to you.
Reprobates — with a kill-agenda — are tickled into corruption.
Here is the place you and I may detect the language driver, untidy and young, deliberate despite the foundational rule of no rule
And speaking up without permission. In other words,
Sin gets somewhere then stops. The wind withers our good looks.
In the mentalist version we grow inner living language over — to pillory hindsight.
Here is the place you and I may detect the language driver, untidy and young, deliberate despite the foundational rule of no rule
And speaking up without permission. In other words,
Sin gets somewhere then stops. The wind withers our good looks.
In the mentalist version we grow inner living language over — to pillory hindsight.
1/29/21
On the closing date, only a scent. No contrivance or Schubertian opposition feels like glistening bouclé heating under pressure. Our roles are to fill this in, lengthening Schubert’s insipid menace while coddling the wetlands. I call this a sex drive / minus attrition.
The wetlands work it through. Words we had and didn’t have consequences. But not if there’s a chance. Seismic shifts are unseen and as unspeakable as libido constituting a knowledge module, aimlessly blowing in news of constant unitary joy...
The wetlands work it through. Words we had and didn’t have consequences. But not if there’s a chance. Seismic shifts are unseen and as unspeakable as libido constituting a knowledge module, aimlessly blowing in news of constant unitary joy...
Our dual cosmos doodad self-inflates as a product injector covered by cultural exertion, just like weather bombs wearing Beirut postwar colors, pebble and pale, lucent grays.
Colors go up all right, each color of stone seething with a claque inside, giving access to haystacks that we call the multiverse, which looks most imprisoned now.
Colors go up all right, each color of stone seething with a claque inside, giving access to haystacks that we call the multiverse, which looks most imprisoned now.
Sonnet 120:
En route to password assistance, astronomicals / infinitesimals are rounded off as insoluble,
unkind problems, compelling work that will front-load knowledge construction — like your
finding a bowl of unsourced light to explain & reform a transgression of spacetime.
Sure or not, my deepest sorrow certainly. Nerves of steel, hammered, ransomed.
Yes, attempting to throw your voice is dumb & of a wounding force
— I suffered in the same crime —
from unknown risks. As first-time infringers we never mushroom,
ignored. But we seem hellbent when two or more reach assistance,
so we need oversight.
En route to password assistance, astronomicals / infinitesimals are rounded off as insoluble,
unkind problems, compelling work that will front-load knowledge construction — like your
finding a bowl of unsourced light to explain & reform a transgression of spacetime.
Sure or not, my deepest sorrow certainly. Nerves of steel, hammered, ransomed.
Yes, attempting to throw your voice is dumb & of a wounding force
— I suffered in the same crime —
from unknown risks. As first-time infringers we never mushroom,
ignored. But we seem hellbent when two or more reach assistance,
so we need oversight.
I might happily have thrived at another crossroads
Painting in oils in neoplatonic archness. A patch of white zinc
To follow a flightpath out /
A green thumb trying to paint and cover
A chocking space with dabs of marine titanium, dabs that dilate
Blurring the root truth of setbacks for over an hour —
A genocidal collage of screens, diversions
Rocking to agitated waves, reproached, converged
In drumming opinions and science-y practices — How the world is!
Painting in oils in neoplatonic archness. A patch of white zinc
To follow a flightpath out /
A green thumb trying to paint and cover
A chocking space with dabs of marine titanium, dabs that dilate
Blurring the root truth of setbacks for over an hour —
A genocidal collage of screens, diversions
Rocking to agitated waves, reproached, converged
In drumming opinions and science-y practices — How the world is!
1/28/21
To a chapel goer
A warning looms to live on
next season, the most idle of 5.
The fiscal thrill of your sorts.
Your will bending lives.
I never imagined keeping count
but it’s on my list. My list of lists.
Lists cover all bets. Scars are luxury goods.
Drapery, French, Italian, English varieties, completes these sentiments. Yet never over stays.
What’s next? to find Fra Angelico innocuous you’re as blind and innocent as any promise keeper who goes to chapel.
A stupid promise keeper that housebreaks into almost any sentence ..
.. that’s a bad idea of particularity. Like unemployment among household heads, subsequent foreclosures = the largest causes of forcing children into poverty. Which is a complete sentence that feels incomplete.
A warning looms to live on
next season, the most idle of 5.
The fiscal thrill of your sorts.
Your will bending lives.
I never imagined keeping count
but it’s on my list. My list of lists.
Lists cover all bets. Scars are luxury goods.
Drapery, French, Italian, English varieties, completes these sentiments. Yet never over stays.
What’s next? to find Fra Angelico innocuous you’re as blind and innocent as any promise keeper who goes to chapel.
A stupid promise keeper that housebreaks into almost any sentence ..
.. that’s a bad idea of particularity. Like unemployment among household heads, subsequent foreclosures = the largest causes of forcing children into poverty. Which is a complete sentence that feels incomplete.
We leverage our last minute or two deeply missing you. Miss you.. There you are! What’s the matter?
To explain leverage inside a more collaborative framework.. there is the physical sound of a frame along with the framework. What’s matter..
Nonetheless we’re adoring you reflecting our status wanting a moral politics where leverage follows its bliss
(returning to duty)..
To explain leverage inside a more collaborative framework.. there is the physical sound of a frame along with the framework. What’s matter..
Nonetheless we’re adoring you reflecting our status wanting a moral politics where leverage follows its bliss
(returning to duty)..
118: Kissing is poison. It’s cloying. Bad for you
but I wasn’t. Then came anticipating imitation .. goodness, a sort of I-actually-miss-you ..
Diseased, sick of you kissing where you are so blatantly filled with my anticipating your love spreading everywhere completely negating my purpose — needing much more starlight at the edge of freakonomics in a Flemish-like world, a healthful state of illuminating my lack of appetite and my bitter departure from what is present in our original experience. Even so, actually, thanks.
but I wasn’t. Then came anticipating imitation .. goodness, a sort of I-actually-miss-you ..
Diseased, sick of you kissing where you are so blatantly filled with my anticipating your love spreading everywhere completely negating my purpose — needing much more starlight at the edge of freakonomics in a Flemish-like world, a healthful state of illuminating my lack of appetite and my bitter departure from what is present in our original experience. Even so, actually, thanks.
We’re released into the water supply. Globe-trotters. Kissers, both cheeks. In the heights curls are back. Bells in heaven. My eyebrow arched and I gasped.
In architect years this is an old crisis, fallen and liberated by the carpentry of sensory input as the doctor’s tongue worked in circles. Then he darted in. I realized tension was flying from my face, dull and throbbing.
Cupid fell into olive swelter in unnamed aromas
that led his dogs to you, making clear
Cupid in a blouse, Cupid’s blank stare =
a blast furnace getting head.
Cupid pulls the curtains to reveal a street, permitted
yards outside where people pass by in walk-on parts.
One doesn’t know any more
if there are good times or bad ahead of war.
that led his dogs to you, making clear
Cupid in a blouse, Cupid’s blank stare =
a blast furnace getting head.
Cupid pulls the curtains to reveal a street, permitted
yards outside where people pass by in walk-on parts.
One doesn’t know any more
if there are good times or bad ahead of war.
1/27/21
We talk about words until it hurts. We work around functional emotions & this much-traveled rehab of affects.
Hooray.. I just missed the last place you looked. Stay with me. Never stop exploring. Turn here.
That’s the isle I was going take you to; it lifts, lukewarm, soft. Splash. I admit I was curious.
Small islands serve as hideouts. Tall men are restless in the rain. Excellent. We shall read over the presentation, juggle a few heads.
I love what we do together.
Hooray.. I just missed the last place you looked. Stay with me. Never stop exploring. Turn here.
That’s the isle I was going take you to; it lifts, lukewarm, soft. Splash. I admit I was curious.
Small islands serve as hideouts. Tall men are restless in the rain. Excellent. We shall read over the presentation, juggle a few heads.
I love what we do together.
5: No remembrance of confounding beauty — Your lovely gaze where beauty dwells.
Of course I never rested as a stealth pointillist portraying sweet, bare women and men. Subjects were mostly strung out on sofas — big, jaunty shapes who swaddled their inner pooch — gentle work but now yes I love you better frosty and lusty!
— I’d say I’m framed approaching you often in summer, distilling pulverized, liquid dots
— a prisoner doing time,
pent up by tyrannical daylight that still excels in leading us on — Often I’d say I’m a pervert approaching you as a summer’s pointillist remembering she’s he of the pulverized, distilled dots — a liquid prisoner then
in never-resting time that still excels, leading us on —
Of course I never rested as a stealth pointillist portraying sweet, bare women and men. Subjects were mostly strung out on sofas — big, jaunty shapes who swaddled their inner pooch — gentle work but now yes I love you better frosty and lusty!
— I’d say I’m framed approaching you often in summer, distilling pulverized, liquid dots
— a prisoner doing time,
pent up by tyrannical daylight that still excels in leading us on — Often I’d say I’m a pervert approaching you as a summer’s pointillist remembering she’s he of the pulverized, distilled dots — a liquid prisoner then
in never-resting time that still excels, leading us on —
The Japanese are fascinated by pottery.
Any dark ceramic with asymmetrical tenets is tacit
but could be looking up at a source of light, feeling talkative..
maintaining maximum restraint
to engage another’s psyche.
The normal exec in an expanding field by a highway will grow up, in a flash forward, and work for Strategy Foundation Japan, a company that parses pleasures around the world. Pleasures, not dreams.
Not any more. One exec becomes an energy therapist and keeps rabbits. You see virologists learn how to say what no one ever wants to hear. “You sure of that, doctor? You sure those were your rabbits?”
Any dark ceramic with asymmetrical tenets is tacit
but could be looking up at a source of light, feeling talkative..
maintaining maximum restraint
to engage another’s psyche.
The normal exec in an expanding field by a highway will grow up, in a flash forward, and work for Strategy Foundation Japan, a company that parses pleasures around the world. Pleasures, not dreams.
Not any more. One exec becomes an energy therapist and keeps rabbits. You see virologists learn how to say what no one ever wants to hear. “You sure of that, doctor? You sure those were your rabbits?”
Time runs out. Taxonomies
still unexplained as weather permits. Black
ops at certain altitudes, these are the hot facts; I’ve
or we have feared anti-humanists w/ covert specialties
at the tip — just the tip;
I also squandered ellipses that add up
to my mostly forgetting I stood there with nothing to give
back.
still unexplained as weather permits. Black
ops at certain altitudes, these are the hot facts; I’ve
or we have feared anti-humanists w/ covert specialties
at the tip — just the tip;
I also squandered ellipses that add up
to my mostly forgetting I stood there with nothing to give
back.
1/26/21
To be unmarried
Where the sky went:
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 a
First draft.
Or only one of many noted by a crowd of flutists aft.
My terms are to settle down through the evening. Our proud examples
Gain longterm advantage when hell freezes
Imprisoning refinement only for the self appointed until.
Where the sky went:
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 a
First draft.
Or only one of many noted by a crowd of flutists aft.
My terms are to settle down through the evening. Our proud examples
Gain longterm advantage when hell freezes
Imprisoning refinement only for the self appointed until.
The last emperor had sex with multiple staffers.
He had one of the most advanced distribution systems.
His agents were crazy for the fuller paradigm of aftermath.
An aperture opened up and a lovable perspective was achieved soon lost. He disappeared, and he had children and they disappeared.
Skepticism was blacklisted by sharpened anomalies.
E.g. there’s nothing left of an emergent zone to secure a prosthetic like lack of despair.
He had one of the most advanced distribution systems.
His agents were crazy for the fuller paradigm of aftermath.
An aperture opened up and a lovable perspective was achieved soon lost. He disappeared, and he had children and they disappeared.
Skepticism was blacklisted by sharpened anomalies.
E.g. there’s nothing left of an emergent zone to secure a prosthetic like lack of despair.
Ethical epitomes go against the grain. Maybe grains.. What are spurious resonators for but to attempt command of natural selection and a jillion bloodlines.
Um.. there’s nothing but an eye blush of heat that measures desperate ‘orders’ you put in reckless hands.
Don’t forget your silent partners ripening for future sleep-overs in green, un-despairing usage summaries...
Brilliant. Breathing new life, we have hundreds w/ crazy coats of arms. Look at you.
Um.. there’s nothing but an eye blush of heat that measures desperate ‘orders’ you put in reckless hands.
Don’t forget your silent partners ripening for future sleep-overs in green, un-despairing usage summaries...
Brilliant. Breathing new life, we have hundreds w/ crazy coats of arms. Look at you.
1/25/21
The one-act was mostly about ticket holders with initiative winning the status quo from the beginning..
After the show folded we were never serious. Toys are another good idea until they cross us. We weren’t the first to do what we like & hold onto it, so it would take the future to adjust how how began.
That’s a rough outline.
Preaching to altos is an art
practiced by Art Farmer.
Or you can stand by & have what you are looking for reappear
as an entire practice. Suddenly
there are no stages.
After the show folded we were never serious. Toys are another good idea until they cross us. We weren’t the first to do what we like & hold onto it, so it would take the future to adjust how how began.
That’s a rough outline.
Preaching to altos is an art
practiced by Art Farmer.
Or you can stand by & have what you are looking for reappear
as an entire practice. Suddenly
there are no stages.
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 expired soy containers suspended from a branch bow: cowslips
& top limbs drooping synthetic due dates over your chest ::
When stairwells mesh & go nowhere either side
between you & our 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 expired soy containers suspended from a branch bow: cowslips
& top limbs drooping synthetic due dates over your chest ::
When stairwells mesh & go nowhere either side
between you & our affection, let’s hang in for a while.
Hang our names in artificial druthers.
4: Unthrifty = extravagant; nothing = nothing.
To traffic in deception, record your writing. Take fast notes
.. and I’m being fra nk, beauty lent to you
will oppose given facts of previous loveliness gone unused —
a perplexed legacy taken outside why or what’s acceptable
to audit profit and thrift. I’m lending you
my saddle for your extrication from delirium ..
Love whom else? Is it largess for me or you to go free? In a coin flip, we
traffic with fog to bequest lilac-dark in the air
spending upon you and me
so great a denatured octagonal gloom
by our own natures, sum of sums, we must take our notes alone.
To traffic in deception, record your writing. Take fast notes
.. and I’m being fra nk, beauty lent to you
will oppose given facts of previous loveliness gone unused —
a perplexed legacy taken outside why or what’s acceptable
to audit profit and thrift. I’m lending you
my saddle for your extrication from delirium ..
Love whom else? Is it largess for me or you to go free? In a coin flip, we
traffic with fog to bequest lilac-dark in the air
spending upon you and me
so great a denatured octagonal gloom
by our own natures, sum of sums, we must take our notes alone.
“Devils were seductive, motivating me to seek their darkness,
Pick up the guitar & write more songs,”
Talking Chimp squealed like a talking dog.
Lean, fluid, balanced, clipped close,
His inner daredevil is fallen into a state of confusion & loneliness
— just to feel a cloud pattern about being no one.
In my canine illusion
of minimalism
I scored my first wormhole on schedule. The entity, no,
I should say the accretion settled down
& got lost and scattered trying to remember.
Pick up the guitar & write more songs,”
Talking Chimp squealed like a talking dog.
Lean, fluid, balanced, clipped close,
His inner daredevil is fallen into a state of confusion & loneliness
— just to feel a cloud pattern about being no one.
In my canine illusion
of minimalism
I scored my first wormhole on schedule. The entity, no,
I should say the accretion settled down
& got lost and scattered trying to remember.
Feeling comfort in disruption is one point. Together, we define entire affability arcs in ironic laughter, a series of slippery zoning disputes. Two points or more (identical in all respects).
Any abstract attitudes are buried below our gestalt-like, collective strip-down (the whole of reality) to the ashen stem cells of relatively unspeaking, as tho history was a set of realities.
Body-snatching, the third point is you and I have a multi-reality to join the others, since our lives are directionless in Rose County. Good night, ensign.
Good night to expose an accident or two that don’t matter, made tactical as we circumvent a few exchange elements, remaking spatial morality into chance agency, no vision, no dash, no longer having to know.
Any abstract attitudes are buried below our gestalt-like, collective strip-down (the whole of reality) to the ashen stem cells of relatively unspeaking, as tho history was a set of realities.
Body-snatching, the third point is you and I have a multi-reality to join the others, since our lives are directionless in Rose County. Good night, ensign.
Good night to expose an accident or two that don’t matter, made tactical as we circumvent a few exchange elements, remaking spatial morality into chance agency, no vision, no dash, no longer having to know.
1/24/21
Being used as part of the audience seems offensive.
You pass over that and ask for a 2nd date with an audience member.
Soon after loggerheads are avoided with grit, understatement.
What do you say? Bonne balance, hey my.
You grow accustomed, so to speak, no name
gets escalated until the focus is lost.
De rien and thank goodness.
Leaving the June-July beach
— dazzling lethargy undoing our cuffs as the wagon sways
with fellowship. Love in the future, a handshake spreads the rain,
flowers, rain, flowers. (That's it! The moat-house for the wagon
then some new wagon shirts we can walk away with. A mighty wine
origami and the wagon yard for our widows. This is spring history.)
You pass over that and ask for a 2nd date with an audience member.
Soon after loggerheads are avoided with grit, understatement.
What do you say? Bonne balance, hey my.
You grow accustomed, so to speak, no name
gets escalated until the focus is lost.
De rien and thank goodness.
Leaving the June-July beach
— dazzling lethargy undoing our cuffs as the wagon sways
with fellowship. Love in the future, a handshake spreads the rain,
flowers, rain, flowers. (That's it! The moat-house for the wagon
then some new wagon shirts we can walk away with. A mighty wine
origami and the wagon yard for our widows. This is spring history.)
153: & so. I find I’m ready, proceeding off
these proving grounds in which I solve:
1. Love god heart inflaming new fire. Let’s call this steep ground, unwise yet wise
whilst love-kindling abounds — as well — coincidental as I love golf & went to golf school.
2. New heat every time, your eyes — no cure —
your eyes are the beginning for me as my swing improves in their lively fire.
3. I’m teed up for a trial bath in your eyes —
Heated, seething inside each word I borrow or try on —
All syllables endure in a ‘Cupid’ fountain of steam & desire,
curing us & others with love, sick withal.
these proving grounds in which I solve:
1. Love god heart inflaming new fire. Let’s call this steep ground, unwise yet wise
whilst love-kindling abounds — as well — coincidental as I love golf & went to golf school.
2. New heat every time, your eyes — no cure —
your eyes are the beginning for me as my swing improves in their lively fire.
3. I’m teed up for a trial bath in your eyes —
Heated, seething inside each word I borrow or try on —
All syllables endure in a ‘Cupid’ fountain of steam & desire,
curing us & others with love, sick withal.
Sweetest of the geeks take their lessons to heart and join a special breed apart. Hoody demeanor and default dalliance breaking convention will get us to our destinations faster and more pumped. Something about / the “human couplet” / keeps me over and under. It’s a military formula, zennish almost, common enough to striving rock as well as poetry composition.
The carbon steel of every day never dimmed
Second after blasted second.
The carbon steel of every day never dimmed
Second after blasted second.
Standard touching looks terrible or descendant.
Capacious anxiety, refusal to arbitrate glamour, okay... we’re done.
You can break the law to shoulder perfection or save a life, only once. Either way is a fractional immeasurable in any context / e.r.
Something was definitely going on.
Lefties are feeling cornered (not to say conned) but
it’s breathtaking administering the right wing to you.
Capacious anxiety, refusal to arbitrate glamour, okay... we’re done.
You can break the law to shoulder perfection or save a life, only once. Either way is a fractional immeasurable in any context / e.r.
Something was definitely going on.
Lefties are feeling cornered (not to say conned) but
it’s breathtaking administering the right wing to you.
1/23/21
You or I can’t copy Creeley singing to Wieners or it could be vice versa,
Both old masters
Who never spoke for love,
Not equipped
To weep
—
Who is?
— even on a brassiere stool overlooking time is money plaza,
We could never express feelings about delimiting time. Figures of thought are tart.
That everything once alive was precious as our talk is precious and cheap.
That “Having no time to spend” comes off as counterfact in a pas
De deux falling apart
— we interns slipping on pieces of tracing paper after the ballet
To make a racket.
Both old masters
Who never spoke for love,
Not equipped
To weep
—
Who is?
— even on a brassiere stool overlooking time is money plaza,
We could never express feelings about delimiting time. Figures of thought are tart.
That everything once alive was precious as our talk is precious and cheap.
That “Having no time to spend” comes off as counterfact in a pas
De deux falling apart
— we interns slipping on pieces of tracing paper after the ballet
To make a racket.
I’ll hold back. Not go down.
This is in response to the commerce-vectors coursing through your brain drenched in pop concepts. Thinking like yours brings unique comfort to support our position in the food chain, which is always in dispute.
I adhere to the same late-filing rules as you. We are keepers of years each night.
I’m a novice enthusiast. And.
Art is theft all right. Tonight. Years from now.
Then, inscrutably I’ll never break down and cry.
This is in response to the commerce-vectors coursing through your brain drenched in pop concepts. Thinking like yours brings unique comfort to support our position in the food chain, which is always in dispute.
I adhere to the same late-filing rules as you. We are keepers of years each night.
I’m a novice enthusiast. And.
Art is theft all right. Tonight. Years from now.
Then, inscrutably I’ll never break down and cry.
60: Sing: On a human ~ ant landscape, time feeds on us and ants.
It’s unparalleled to the end.
Sing: this changing place, this pebbled
shore is in the repair shop because
it is the repair shop — as miles streak by...
We contend and confound — in the main of light crawling to maturity
set on the rarity of natural youth and beauty.
Each changing place against slim odds.
Almost the same as hopeless in times of hope
Yet younger guardians that follow grow tired of interruptions and self-
reflective outreach; wherewith their hold on the land is late
and lonely as an interdiscipline that threatens.
When? as soon as today.
It’s unparalleled to the end.
Sing: this changing place, this pebbled
shore is in the repair shop because
it is the repair shop — as miles streak by...
We contend and confound — in the main of light crawling to maturity
set on the rarity of natural youth and beauty.
Each changing place against slim odds.
Almost the same as hopeless in times of hope
Yet younger guardians that follow grow tired of interruptions and self-
reflective outreach; wherewith their hold on the land is late
and lonely as an interdiscipline that threatens.
When? as soon as today.
The drill of local news, temperature, hours of indebtedness, mayhem, a fascinating stack of known challenges — locality reduced to the economy, co-rejecting isms that are not concentric. Centricity & challenge influence perception; both engage what leftists & the right make up as sources for so noted middle ground. Nothing but themeless modules. Nothing to uphold.
No to Bat Masterson & Hamlet,
Gothic non being, lonely contexts & Goethe’s juvenilia.
No good instincts, no ephemerality, no hidden rounds
or flexible spite.
I’m not sure it’s inclusive or scrambled enough if we differentiate among them, & besides, why be preoccupied with peculiarities?
Nobody has to talk it over with me. I see what no means.
No to Bat Masterson & Hamlet,
Gothic non being, lonely contexts & Goethe’s juvenilia.
No good instincts, no ephemerality, no hidden rounds
or flexible spite.
I’m not sure it’s inclusive or scrambled enough if we differentiate among them, & besides, why be preoccupied with peculiarities?
Nobody has to talk it over with me. I see what no means.
First movement:
Beginning to see the picture. Beyond some blanks
you can follow love making progress toward endlessness:
Our love (a winner .. have a look!) is a time share in calligraphy.
Joining you, me — my hand learns & flows with others’ sleight of hand — committed to your tongue tho, delivered from your brain,
nursed on your beauty’s signature.
Beginning to see the picture. Beyond some blanks
you can follow love making progress toward endlessness:
Our love (a winner .. have a look!) is a time share in calligraphy.
Joining you, me — my hand learns & flows with others’ sleight of hand — committed to your tongue tho, delivered from your brain,
nursed on your beauty’s signature.
1/22/21
I have felt your voice,
followed your craft —
One touch,
one orated note.
Sleep has more ideas for here and now
where everything is a right turn;
we made contact then for a time
inspired by my taking your course.
No plan, we thought about speaking,
better than keeping you out —
Watching you spin like sentience
“refined by distance” since that was the last of
casual contact \ spectacle,
putting my life together but keeping your drift ..
followed your craft —
One touch,
one orated note.
Sleep has more ideas for here and now
where everything is a right turn;
we made contact then for a time
inspired by my taking your course.
No plan, we thought about speaking,
better than keeping you out —
Watching you spin like sentience
“refined by distance” since that was the last of
casual contact \ spectacle,
putting my life together but keeping your drift ..
76: In flight, the framework is told on telling.
How can varsity spend their tribute? How spent? Why?
This café, I think, is going to answer that & help the weather from getting lost.
I know the framework of my notes craves attention, that’s why I always write of you.
Why I finish a stretch and new and old lines get confused, showing their new birth.
Fuse the way they
Continue. My argument.
How can varsity spend their tribute? How spent? Why?
This café, I think, is going to answer that & help the weather from getting lost.
I know the framework of my notes craves attention, that’s why I always write of you.
Why I finish a stretch and new and old lines get confused, showing their new birth.
Fuse the way they
Continue. My argument.
Your new boyfriend gives me butterflies.
Butterflies have no meat. Not really.
I guess they’re unprincipled, drawn into narratives of low concentrate, lacking design,
squeezed across a syntactical floor with shaky particulars.
I prefer you not invite tradespeople in.
We’re in business —
Go online.
(Leave us alone.)
Butterflies have no meat. Not really.
I guess they’re unprincipled, drawn into narratives of low concentrate, lacking design,
squeezed across a syntactical floor with shaky particulars.
I prefer you not invite tradespeople in.
We’re in business —
Go online.
(Leave us alone.)
A parrot’s vocal cords give way to multiple hunches.
You’re really that tall? There is no wrong answer. Your current salesman voice sports a mind blowing pedigree, meh, too late to make it sparse.
Even your restraint is watered down pat. You’re too qualified and thrifty to feel anything suspended — Mayday!
You and Boy Marisol, I told you both I agree. Enjoy your revisionist’s timeshare, the afterlife to the future, unobstructed, puckered in ab exercise.
Even your restraint is watered down pat. You’re too qualified and thrifty to feel anything suspended — Mayday!
You and Boy Marisol, I told you both I agree. Enjoy your revisionist’s timeshare, the afterlife to the future, unobstructed, puckered in ab exercise.
1/21/21
92: To my love in constant revolt, stealing away...
Next, our life seems to be coming to an end. I’m almost happy, I guess, love never sticks around; love is wrong to depend on inside scars. Manual labor. A heightened blush. Staying power to fear the worst, for I was happy to have had your love — now, I don’t know... what’s a fair question? — is there one last assured state to restage or live in? It depends on you and me, not false humor, since I’m glued into this humorless state without you, without dashing all our love. Yet I find my lifetime love for you is formally difficult and, o oops... I read others happy to die are on fire.
Happy to die! — do we take their place?
To a friend in good faith:
Pausing to look at poems, two tomes.
That’s how you toned it down.
In faith I’m divided / confused. I signed
up. The acoustics can’t be imitated much,
without prior disclosure. Fielding skepticism
makes your fame hard to brush
off. Also a drumbeat for every dataset — top finds, semantic frames
& bons mots, good & loud so the workspace hears them
& feels them in phases throughout your paschal hush.
Pausing to look at poems, two tomes.
That’s how you toned it down.
In faith I’m divided / confused. I signed
up. The acoustics can’t be imitated much,
without prior disclosure. Fielding skepticism
makes your fame hard to brush
off. Also a drumbeat for every dataset — top finds, semantic frames
& bons mots, good & loud so the workspace hears them
& feels them in phases throughout your paschal hush.
1/20/21
Cruelty goes by a few metaphors. Not loving you down the road.. going against myself.. getting soaked in a Mars invasion.
Heavenly and new, classic and easy, unforgettable facts that are fiction to our surrounding revenge for taking off, fawning over / upon you, buttoned up and respectful in everyday nudity. For nudity is earned, commanded by your eyes. It’s always a swing reunion in the etiquette of cosmic expanse, a whole new side of staying special and hollow at center, a vacuum in motion as on wheels.
Heavenly and new, classic and easy, unforgettable facts that are fiction to our surrounding revenge for taking off, fawning over / upon you, buttoned up and respectful in everyday nudity. For nudity is earned, commanded by your eyes. It’s always a swing reunion in the etiquette of cosmic expanse, a whole new side of staying special and hollow at center, a vacuum in motion as on wheels.
139: A poem fires up photoshop. Excuse me.
A poem is a picture as love well knows.
That your cunning lays upon my heart...
That drowns me out, my kitten, dear heart, but don’t wound me, not
this time, and never call me back to justify what’s wrong.
Your good looks attract my enemies — It’s your eyes
yet glances aside — with your unkind tongue you overpower me,
kill me outright, never through any art. So I’m defenseless.
Also I’ve saved all your texts and robocalls to prove it.
I’m not kidding. No more calls, no pictures, please.
A poem is a picture as love well knows.
That your cunning lays upon my heart...
That drowns me out, my kitten, dear heart, but don’t wound me, not
this time, and never call me back to justify what’s wrong.
Your good looks attract my enemies — It’s your eyes
yet glances aside — with your unkind tongue you overpower me,
kill me outright, never through any art. So I’m defenseless.
Also I’ve saved all your texts and robocalls to prove it.
I’m not kidding. No more calls, no pictures, please.
The work-together-bellows forms (like monad personalities) that we assemble — fluky events from a momentary lineage we’d overlook otherwise. No proof required, especially. A range of conversations whooped into uncluttered opinion, dedicated sentences.
A jailer’s kitchen to heat the Sanka.
(more below...)
We’re imprisoned to reach our market —
Otherwise, normal project staff on the roof, smug in taut outfits and at the top of their caffeine game, which is synchronized, perforated by breaking news, jumping bail.
A jailer’s kitchen to heat the Sanka.
(more below...)
We’re imprisoned to reach our market —
Otherwise, normal project staff on the roof, smug in taut outfits and at the top of their caffeine game, which is synchronized, perforated by breaking news, jumping bail.
1/19/21
Teen to older person,
cornered (not to say conned).
Hold to your decoder status that’s forever sparkled quo vadis,
meandering within ordered appearances unraveling optics —
I mean to say high birth, career orbit
mean very little to vocal fervor.
Either way is a fractional
infinite in the context / e.r.
OK I mean
I’m done.
cornered (not to say conned).
Hold to your decoder status that’s forever sparkled quo vadis,
meandering within ordered appearances unraveling optics —
I mean to say high birth, career orbit
mean very little to vocal fervor.
Either way is a fractional
infinite in the context / e.r.
OK I mean
I’m done.
43: There is your dead-of-night agreement to let me in. Iron clad. Like skull with putty.
Urgent, dizzy, all agreements come down to time on earth in dreams, darkly bright, best seen darkly directed.
The more you put on earth, you know shadows, their colorations, shades are imperfect (un)seeing, but blessed (made more adhesive) and happy when I’m looking on with you.
It’s much clearer in the light. Yes. That quick. This is a speaking animal in dark, heavy sleep, remembering regression —
all days are nights and nights bright days. All time’s up.
Urgent, dizzy, all agreements come down to time on earth in dreams, darkly bright, best seen darkly directed.
The more you put on earth, you know shadows, their colorations, shades are imperfect (un)seeing, but blessed (made more adhesive) and happy when I’m looking on with you.
It’s much clearer in the light. Yes. That quick. This is a speaking animal in dark, heavy sleep, remembering regression —
all days are nights and nights bright days. All time’s up.
A heedless apparatchik, I came to my senses later to strum the alert.
Modulating the self raises the stakes
according to types of daring.
Don’t be offended, demonstrate
a simple skill.
Self mastery begins thus,
With pencil marks across gessoed
Pearls — trance police
— I’m not sure anyone can
deal with them... turning into a
Spectacle — They’re taking dictation
put into thinking doing the math.
Space parlance & more intuition —
rhymed with situations beneath disappearing
Molecular
effects.
Modulating the self raises the stakes
according to types of daring.
Don’t be offended, demonstrate
a simple skill.
Self mastery begins thus,
With pencil marks across gessoed
Pearls — trance police
— I’m not sure anyone can
deal with them... turning into a
Spectacle — They’re taking dictation
put into thinking doing the math.
Space parlance & more intuition —
rhymed with situations beneath disappearing
Molecular
effects.
1/18/21
15: It’s your last day of youth when you throw trust out, clear sight and now telepathy — you’ll never feel his perfect arms around you again. Never feel the wet air on his skin, or wake up in his sap on his secret warm bed. You’re done, you don’t get a chance to influence, comment, try again for anything, not even for something you’re not. And I’m not.
I can’t do any better than what I’ve changed for love of you.
I can’t do any better than what I’ve changed for love of you.
The crisis to now: Form is not
object but double identity, an explosive
funneling a non-hegemonic pulse — and due to substitution
off rhyme gathers in the moment
You look fabulous, a strong monster
under scrutiny from your upcoming voiceover!
Some will have heard everything.
But that’s when we fundamentally begin to wander
Like adjunct pleasure twins once in a trance, just this once.
object but double identity, an explosive
funneling a non-hegemonic pulse — and due to substitution
off rhyme gathers in the moment
You look fabulous, a strong monster
under scrutiny from your upcoming voiceover!
Some will have heard everything.
But that’s when we fundamentally begin to wander
Like adjunct pleasure twins once in a trance, just this once.
After glamour there’s revisionist power, a legacy inside us. Wo-
lfed down improv crap — we’re pre-wired or is there a fee?
Radiance now is in a lather. Remember deliverance?
“What if it doesn’t work. Then what?” Everything works.
In any time and place of our choosing: Act gathered, something there?
True love brings on a physician practiced in the arts of relapse.
lfed down improv crap — we’re pre-wired or is there a fee?
Radiance now is in a lather. Remember deliverance?
“What if it doesn’t work. Then what?” Everything works.
In any time and place of our choosing: Act gathered, something there?
True love brings on a physician practiced in the arts of relapse.
1/17/21
Concision in detailing method is a catamaran of process.
This is how morning began.
Getting there we wait in long lines for Twain. The Thai are hardly speaking. I turned to a companion and asked if he was interested in how poetry’s put together.
He thought about pure things as style surrounded by syntax. All in one at once.
This is how morning began.
Getting there we wait in long lines for Twain. The Thai are hardly speaking. I turned to a companion and asked if he was interested in how poetry’s put together.
He thought about pure things as style surrounded by syntax. All in one at once.
Fact: eye contact is more defensive but our strategies around it are consensual. Uncreatured narcosis aggregates, drifting toward humane sense that’s forbidden. (And all we did was tie up our shirts.) This is how contingency shows up in prayer, making patterns to and from alterations sited within a figure/chicken-ground/egg round robin.
At the same time I’m forgiven I condemn and mourn meritocracy. For all men are servants (JC et al.) that nonetheless practice geometry to respect the brain. (I don’t think it’s called Trampoland for nothing.)
Concision in detailing method is a catamaran of process.
This is how morning began.
Getting there we wait in long lines for Twain. The Thai are hardly speaking. I turned to a companion and asked if he was interested in how poetry’s put together.
He thought about pure things as style surrounded by syntax. All in one at once.
This is how morning began.
Getting there we wait in long lines for Twain. The Thai are hardly speaking. I turned to a companion and asked if he was interested in how poetry’s put together.
He thought about pure things as style surrounded by syntax. All in one at once.
144: You and I model language as living matter — the love we have re-involving impulsive energy coursing through particles of appropriated wit and spirit, especially given appearances and language given itself. Still. Never in doubt, you and I despair over synthetic transmutations of savage intelligence as if it were only that, as if poetry weren’t a history of subjugate pride and fiendish procedures.
Pound. Confused or colorful, often gaudy, a mazed creature, vagabond within a Dutch bordello (condottiere inflated), involved in deliberately ambiguous strains of professorial fat (think of Cathay). A motley mayor to his inlet, his weeded self, a speck of a noun beat against cymbals, a puzzler over a paronomasia offered by anti-popes and holy fools who wore down the degringolades and moving tyros at the head of modernity —
In the forefront of wooden tones, EP served his victims the mystery dead hand, uncertainty occulted and shiny. We borrow from EP, tracing him down now to throw him into erumpent, latticed breakthroughs he first walked into, then over. A discolored specialist for a mendacious tomorrow, a tomorrow indefinitely remote, not new, rantipole yet superfine.
Had Pound retroactively polluted intake of the high modernist toxins that aesthetic portends? Poetry released of all responsibilities regrouped, rooted in political indifference, self-abnegation, self-defense. Poetry no longer invoked to try history.
In the forefront of wooden tones, EP served his victims the mystery dead hand, uncertainty occulted and shiny. We borrow from EP, tracing him down now to throw him into erumpent, latticed breakthroughs he first walked into, then over. A discolored specialist for a mendacious tomorrow, a tomorrow indefinitely remote, not new, rantipole yet superfine.
Had Pound retroactively polluted intake of the high modernist toxins that aesthetic portends? Poetry released of all responsibilities regrouped, rooted in political indifference, self-abnegation, self-defense. Poetry no longer invoked to try history.
Realizing my dream performance in “Fidelio”
I am touched by everyone now alive,
softest jazz, lower right, his lips moving up, down,
talking design shit.
His father’s image contains everything he knows. How can a bantam weight =
feigner? his dad asked in freeze frame over the mirror phone.
(Dad’s next book is staring out the window, saved-up.)
Amusing I suppose. With regard to static and its ovoid, stasis
in a compulsive battle over the ultimate smiley face —
it’s not just who grinned first (dad) that counts, but also where
and how. This’s my tongue giving his lips (the son’s) a brush up
realizing my dream performance in “Fidelio.”
I am touched by everyone now alive,
softest jazz, lower right, his lips moving up, down,
talking design shit.
His father’s image contains everything he knows. How can a bantam weight =
feigner? his dad asked in freeze frame over the mirror phone.
(Dad’s next book is staring out the window, saved-up.)
Amusing I suppose. With regard to static and its ovoid, stasis
in a compulsive battle over the ultimate smiley face —
it’s not just who grinned first (dad) that counts, but also where
and how. This’s my tongue giving his lips (the son’s) a brush up
realizing my dream performance in “Fidelio.”
1/16/21
This could have been a sonnet lit from within
visual poetry. I never use that word now.
In better versions, cunning and pathos =
appropriating outsourced flattery.
No such matter to dispute where I’ll...
I’ll try for an overweight, imitative invention
from the horror state, what some call civil
disservice for un-streamlined intake. Soak up the view.
visual poetry. I never use that word now.
In better versions, cunning and pathos =
appropriating outsourced flattery.
No such matter to dispute where I’ll...
I’ll try for an overweight, imitative invention
from the horror state, what some call civil
disservice for un-streamlined intake. Soak up the view.
62: No remedy surmounts heaven where detachment is trimmed. Swimming there uproots a whole series, bright, tanned & then defined by sympathetic parody & indeed praise, contrary to less gracious remedies.
We have functional emotions, I think, grounded by self-love & this choppy vocab of possessive affects. There’s a hint of falsetto. Shields up. I’m reading the last place you are true, here in my heart, shifting iniquity to self-inquiry & I read you. Stay with me, for I will never stop.
We have functional emotions, I think, grounded by self-love & this choppy vocab of possessive affects. There’s a hint of falsetto. Shields up. I’m reading the last place you are true, here in my heart, shifting iniquity to self-inquiry & I read you. Stay with me, for I will never stop.
To continue —
orphans make 1) bad syllable breaks — there should be no syllable breaks! 2) bad line breaks — just 1 or 2 short words on next line; 3) bad page breaks — just 3 or 4 lines on 2nd page. . BAD.
You’re a world-famous trance inducer. That’s it.
Montana homeland defense initiatives; ever higher heels; shallow buyers pool; bankrolled genocide; hideous poems...
Missing italics.
orphans make 1) bad syllable breaks — there should be no syllable breaks! 2) bad line breaks — just 1 or 2 short words on next line; 3) bad page breaks — just 3 or 4 lines on 2nd page. . BAD.
You’re a world-famous trance inducer. That’s it.
Montana homeland defense initiatives; ever higher heels; shallow buyers pool; bankrolled genocide; hideous poems...
Missing italics.
Beside Panker observation tower, from which one can see in good weather the far over Baltic to Danemark, the Forestry House Hessen Stein lies.
In former times vertikal foresters got their Ausbesserungen along with sailors for a Senkrecht. From that forest messengers with sailors on Hessen Stone glow.
Today one can eat excellently and jazz friends here come also.
In former times vertikal foresters got their Ausbesserungen along with sailors for a Senkrecht. From that forest messengers with sailors on Hessen Stone glow.
Today one can eat excellently and jazz friends here come also.
1/15/21
Sir Fric and Frac. Remember them?
Fric just called, said “We were swimming naked, a word I often use to characterize my falsehoods. I wasn’t looking when I came out of my laps and grabbed another human. I felt something strange but familiar.
To me, bringing this up this late in the afternoon is totemic.”
I fell silent and wrote it all down.
*
The love-it-’til it-bellows medium I write thru is about momentary truth-telling thru lies, especially. A range of conversation impressed into uncluttered opinion, dedicated sentences.
Proportioned asides.
A kitchen to heat pizza.
Wake up and work.
Fric just called, said “We were swimming naked, a word I often use to characterize my falsehoods. I wasn’t looking when I came out of my laps and grabbed another human. I felt something strange but familiar.
To me, bringing this up this late in the afternoon is totemic.”
I fell silent and wrote it all down.
*
The love-it-’til it-bellows medium I write thru is about momentary truth-telling thru lies, especially. A range of conversation impressed into uncluttered opinion, dedicated sentences.
Proportioned asides.
A kitchen to heat pizza.
Wake up and work.
Core harmonic structure: call back when you want
— The world becoming flat and falling across
The telling (of)
(Instances of)
Citationality exceeding everyone’s old wounds, genetic
Streaks and — weird! — high wails of titanic fog, sifting down from
Rain ceilings (of)
The snow. The snowing. The across (falling),
It is (falling) across
Morton Feldman.
— The world becoming flat and falling across
The telling (of)
(Instances of)
Citationality exceeding everyone’s old wounds, genetic
Streaks and — weird! — high wails of titanic fog, sifting down from
Rain ceilings (of)
The snow. The snowing. The across (falling),
It is (falling) across
Morton Feldman.
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.
To commune sounds handsome, also calm, also a bit bendy. In the same call he reverses prerogatives — or his voice does. (I’ll table the difference. Each.)
“Cloven, we are incorporate... ”
His message mixed but never better aligned. Together, all across the call center (our hideout), learning the ropes, perusing scraps and parts of hope.
No fins of infinity. Nope.
Halloween patterns clenching exponents where attachment is rimmed.
We have no major issues.
No shady aftermath inter-scope.
And to think a way out, we can blur the ground and yield authority to a bowl... really a vase. Sit and watch dogs turn smoky brown tracking vans in drizzle, tarnished from sight, playing against a stack of storm windows, within a composure for light a translator can’t reach.
“Cloven, we are incorporate... ”
His message mixed but never better aligned. Together, all across the call center (our hideout), learning the ropes, perusing scraps and parts of hope.
No fins of infinity. Nope.
Halloween patterns clenching exponents where attachment is rimmed.
We have no major issues.
No shady aftermath inter-scope.
And to think a way out, we can blur the ground and yield authority to a bowl... really a vase. Sit and watch dogs turn smoky brown tracking vans in drizzle, tarnished from sight, playing against a stack of storm windows, within a composure for light a translator can’t reach.
1/14/21
Granted on a more personal note, I maintain a liberal, apolitical esthetic for one more time.
The place was firmly democratized, sir. The beginning seemed and was
interpenetration among important parallel scenery et cetera running this. Tomorrow will mete out facts to impel more comfortable indeterminacy — for now anxious telepaths, minus me, rush nimbus-wet in devotion to their next decimal of the scenery. This might be why we’ll read over the presentation, juggle a few heads
and let you know when.
The place was firmly democratized, sir. The beginning seemed and was
interpenetration among important parallel scenery et cetera running this. Tomorrow will mete out facts to impel more comfortable indeterminacy — for now anxious telepaths, minus me, rush nimbus-wet in devotion to their next decimal of the scenery. This might be why we’ll read over the presentation, juggle a few heads
and let you know when.
Long day, maestro. I’ll butt dial (this still happens) you,
egressing. We’ve achieved very little even with our arguments intact,
noting there’s pride — I didn’t take any — pride in our measures
— to section our mountainous itches and engagements
— to go over, mix more with money types,
top cashiers — it’s called freedom of worship.
egressing. We’ve achieved very little even with our arguments intact,
noting there’s pride — I didn’t take any — pride in our measures
— to section our mountainous itches and engagements
— to go over, mix more with money types,
top cashiers — it’s called freedom of worship.
Sonnet 40:
When you read this, my injury appears prior to who prompts it.
Not you.
We were informed of your deceit in our sleep, a line from Aeschylus.
We’re playing with new features and a few we move in any direction.
But not you.
Take all my loves, my love. You steal from me and vice versa since all of us are in use.
Billions of highly intelligent beings with high degrees of morphic freedom
interest me only so far. More curious is why we approach poetry in English primarily in terms of understanding it.
As though propositions and semantics were key to poetry’s necessities.
Not you.
When you read this, my injury appears prior to who prompts it.
Not you.
We were informed of your deceit in our sleep, a line from Aeschylus.
We’re playing with new features and a few we move in any direction.
But not you.
Take all my loves, my love. You steal from me and vice versa since all of us are in use.
Billions of highly intelligent beings with high degrees of morphic freedom
interest me only so far. More curious is why we approach poetry in English primarily in terms of understanding it.
As though propositions and semantics were key to poetry’s necessities.
Not you.
*
1)
Reading back: Defense owns — there seem — accents — these:
such on put days, our
moving & light, puzzling in place
of morning winter smiles .. a chorus
Emerges which on canvas ..
noises w/ filled silence ..
*
2)
Here’s a proposition. Start over. Compelling work toasts knowledge construction — in the plainest speak — as well as finds, explains & reforms infinitesimal times-spaces. Your optimism is required (a) to keep everything open for reform; (b) to understand we are beginning the work, always.
1)
Reading back: Defense owns — there seem — accents — these:
such on put days, our
moving & light, puzzling in place
of morning winter smiles .. a chorus
Emerges which on canvas ..
noises w/ filled silence ..
*
2)
Here’s a proposition. Start over. Compelling work toasts knowledge construction — in the plainest speak — as well as finds, explains & reforms infinitesimal times-spaces. Your optimism is required (a) to keep everything open for reform; (b) to understand we are beginning the work, always.
1/13/21
Psychotropic bios diagnosed as bare truth-
Stratagems. Siphon starters. Add the rank
I confer on the next available one who is consonant and balanced, living and perhaps dying with one
Until he goes broke — summarily I’m screwed of what beauty was.
I center then on perception (for another purpose), sustaining losses out of irony.
Stratagems. Siphon starters. Add the rank
I confer on the next available one who is consonant and balanced, living and perhaps dying with one
Until he goes broke — summarily I’m screwed of what beauty was.
I center then on perception (for another purpose), sustaining losses out of irony.
96: This is weird. A focus group from the groom’s side picked us both, agreeing
w/ newer media that features young, wanton candidates, lower right, with your lips, center frame, moving
up and down, sport documentation, more or less:
The groom was in the vicinity, being led astray...
Here’s the stumper.
Whatever base or ism, the urge to love is put down to error and class anthropology.
We open our front door and see what the state’s strength translates to. The shortest path ignited by havoc, honest and exhausted gazers. Geezers and young geezers. From it’s-not-the-same-now all the way to a nanoscience of celebrating honest betrayal. Sort of addictive.
Anthropology won.
The groom was in the vicinity, being led astray...
Here’s the stumper.
Whatever base or ism, the urge to love is put down to error and class anthropology.
We open our front door and see what the state’s strength translates to. The shortest path ignited by havoc, honest and exhausted gazers. Geezers and young geezers. From it’s-not-the-same-now all the way to a nanoscience of celebrating honest betrayal. Sort of addictive.
Anthropology won.
Pull over, this is serious.
Muted desperation, the flip side of formalism, the in-your-face improvisers hold our attention. [‘We’ = a match in perseverance.] Hannah Weiner is perhaps our most performative, non algebraic example. The young John Wieners (and I’d stress the elder as much or more). There are texts and opuses that look unplanned and freely improvised. Can algorithms be improvised? According to code, of course. The human names are familiar. O’Hara, Ceravolo, stretches of Notley, Mayer. Sometimes Spicer, sometimes not. The wildness of not knowing where each is taking us would be a common satisfaction. Today’s practice comprises the layering of plans and improvisation; post-Coleman we speak freely of fake jazz and listen for positive results. Similarly, the fake improv of atomized procedures — to point to a solid phenomenon — allows for a number of false questions — Can algorithms be improvised? — along the way to sketching a counter addendum (nachträglich) between plan, no plan, a bicameral entry to inquiry about where writer and the writing are going away.
Muted desperation, the flip side of formalism, the in-your-face improvisers hold our attention. [‘We’ = a match in perseverance.] Hannah Weiner is perhaps our most performative, non algebraic example. The young John Wieners (and I’d stress the elder as much or more). There are texts and opuses that look unplanned and freely improvised. Can algorithms be improvised? According to code, of course. The human names are familiar. O’Hara, Ceravolo, stretches of Notley, Mayer. Sometimes Spicer, sometimes not. The wildness of not knowing where each is taking us would be a common satisfaction. Today’s practice comprises the layering of plans and improvisation; post-Coleman we speak freely of fake jazz and listen for positive results. Similarly, the fake improv of atomized procedures — to point to a solid phenomenon — allows for a number of false questions — Can algorithms be improvised? — along the way to sketching a counter addendum (nachträglich) between plan, no plan, a bicameral entry to inquiry about where writer and the writing are going away.
1/12/21
A petting zoo cannot stand for practice?
As a curator of sorts, I have to ask. A lot.
Your space calls for more.
Defy self interest.
It’s alpine only in one direction,
but metabolism will live trailing off anyhow, all
along with clumsy fearless tempos,
a framework for rants surrounded by cool ceramic
wallboard, balmy alter figures.. worth conserving or not?
Swimmer:
Our models are you & everything I can live by w/out being
sequestered or bitterly charged for my shortcomings.
Ballooning in harmony around some parts of sky
I understand as profuse clouds. Understand as in take in.
Huh? Is it the fire? Up in ideal sparks’ glow
made indispensable for smearing a light force
that travels down in a tiered border-like scrawl?
As a curator of sorts, I have to ask. A lot.
Your space calls for more.
Defy self interest.
It’s alpine only in one direction,
but metabolism will live trailing off anyhow, all
along with clumsy fearless tempos,
a framework for rants surrounded by cool ceramic
wallboard, balmy alter figures.. worth conserving or not?
Swimmer:
Our models are you & everything I can live by w/out being
sequestered or bitterly charged for my shortcomings.
Ballooning in harmony around some parts of sky
I understand as profuse clouds. Understand as in take in.
Huh? Is it the fire? Up in ideal sparks’ glow
made indispensable for smearing a light force
that travels down in a tiered border-like scrawl?
As Isaac passes from consonance to desolated marsh,
walk along with me. / Where to?
To the battlefront. Nightly sex skyrockets (blasé for improvising
at first, then it coils over & feels there are authentic possibilities) ..
We admire our parents (ghost punks), friends, enemies’ enemies,
strangers, also, why not? Attempting authenticity in insoluble
speech, I feel them, their pretty itches. How
deep blues and silvers with biological shades form vowels.
Consonants have already taken shape from older models,
losing what is always present up to now.
walk along with me. / Where to?
To the battlefront. Nightly sex skyrockets (blasé for improvising
at first, then it coils over & feels there are authentic possibilities) ..
We admire our parents (ghost punks), friends, enemies’ enemies,
strangers, also, why not? Attempting authenticity in insoluble
speech, I feel them, their pretty itches. How
deep blues and silvers with biological shades form vowels.
Consonants have already taken shape from older models,
losing what is always present up to now.
147: The float seems to learn amour’s fever is a disease
as desire is death, unwelcome overnight:
“The float is radiant, jammed with wares,”
had we anticipated, not long ago, “but no, had I been
eloquent as to the radiant as well as to the sickly, the bright
— we’d need no captions.”
Mad, a lover’s discourse throughout anticipated that base point, past cure, past care ..
Why does reason leave me now when there’s one move to go?
Tho vainly expressed, longing is still well fed by our appetite to please.
as desire is death, unwelcome overnight:
“The float is radiant, jammed with wares,”
had we anticipated, not long ago, “but no, had I been
eloquent as to the radiant as well as to the sickly, the bright
— we’d need no captions.”
Mad, a lover’s discourse throughout anticipated that base point, past cure, past care ..
Why does reason leave me now when there’s one move to go?
Tho vainly expressed, longing is still well fed by our appetite to please.
Sway your head. That means dance.
Don’t hold it in. Talk to your doctor.
Read this. I do.
It’s half in libretto.
Try something cartoonish. I’m whirling around, pens and markers in hand in roughly 4 minute stints. Learning something about what I mean, high jinks soar belying despair over entropy, a quiet smoke, losing gravity!
One presumes elements are strung together out of desperation and a deeply ingrained exposition to demark the unknown, much as technology funds science.
Don’t hold it in. Talk to your doctor.
Read this. I do.
It’s half in libretto.
Try something cartoonish. I’m whirling around, pens and markers in hand in roughly 4 minute stints. Learning something about what I mean, high jinks soar belying despair over entropy, a quiet smoke, losing gravity!
One presumes elements are strung together out of desperation and a deeply ingrained exposition to demark the unknown, much as technology funds science.
Pantoum: given a key, you lose it
— shifting your attention but staying in touch.
I forget functioning ghost towns caked with tire tracks;
I draw a blank on jailhouse interiors and decades of Tonka trucks...
[...there is no outside [...] only what’s already here [what we breathe] below, which is
Immature, impulsive...] [as above]
— I forget empirical relationships the most, the visual force of
a “mottled taxonomy,”
Complaints and sworn declarations,
I forget missing you.
— shifting your attention but staying in touch.
I forget functioning ghost towns caked with tire tracks;
I draw a blank on jailhouse interiors and decades of Tonka trucks...
[...there is no outside [...] only what’s already here [what we breathe] below, which is
Immature, impulsive...] [as above]
— I forget empirical relationships the most, the visual force of
a “mottled taxonomy,”
Complaints and sworn declarations,
I forget missing you.
1/11/21
3 acts to living comprise the intervals it contains minus select channels —
life like deep blurs formally at odds, one segment, 2 new episodes.
Life in split seconds joining a bigger movement in time w/ no data.
The last dialogs are libertine laced w/ Frankfurt School brio & science fiction.
Your writing here
you’re reading at another
time coming at you later yet now.
life like deep blurs formally at odds, one segment, 2 new episodes.
Life in split seconds joining a bigger movement in time w/ no data.
The last dialogs are libertine laced w/ Frankfurt School brio & science fiction.
Your writing here
you’re reading at another
time coming at you later yet now.
23: My agent is in a rage. Imperfect
actor whose shortcomings balloon in ‘harmony’ & use.
Imperfect — for love’s epistemology scampers in secrecy
in so large abundance I weaken from fiercer ideas to leverage your silent heart.
Listen to my eyes, please.
My dumb mien may adhere to expressive rules,
pleading w/ you, entered into by trusting you first, always. It’s always
your clear refinement where character offers libation, a rite
to love you, and I act on my own to speak —
To wit, from your eyes I can read love and you can hear it now.
actor whose shortcomings balloon in ‘harmony’ & use.
Imperfect — for love’s epistemology scampers in secrecy
in so large abundance I weaken from fiercer ideas to leverage your silent heart.
Listen to my eyes, please.
My dumb mien may adhere to expressive rules,
pleading w/ you, entered into by trusting you first, always. It’s always
your clear refinement where character offers libation, a rite
to love you, and I act on my own to speak —
To wit, from your eyes I can read love and you can hear it now.
A beautiful writer is stunning, front and center. When
distracted, s/he hears “Continue − to enter the contest area − Continue.”
Some say, not going to lie, both of us botched a radius of this, destabilizing
‘oppositional’ temperament. On our side, we’re doing well, considering.
To consider the green wooded radius is greater work, cuts straight
through any restructure, throwing out hyper-nonliteral depth w/ gutsy, landscapist abandon.
The budget cuts (last line) are background to double-rhymed ambient scores.
Entire sectors feel it’s the end of capital, epic sums expended in slender career arcs.
The floodgates and instrumentation get redone for full
combat. We wonder about other churning bits of our lifeline.
It might be some freedoms are on probation ...
according to decision theory now. / Not only for continuing,
the problem has been how.
distracted, s/he hears “Continue − to enter the contest area − Continue.”
Some say, not going to lie, both of us botched a radius of this, destabilizing
‘oppositional’ temperament. On our side, we’re doing well, considering.
To consider the green wooded radius is greater work, cuts straight
through any restructure, throwing out hyper-nonliteral depth w/ gutsy, landscapist abandon.
The budget cuts (last line) are background to double-rhymed ambient scores.
Entire sectors feel it’s the end of capital, epic sums expended in slender career arcs.
The floodgates and instrumentation get redone for full
combat. We wonder about other churning bits of our lifeline.
It might be some freedoms are on probation ...
according to decision theory now. / Not only for continuing,
the problem has been how.
Don’t care, don’t moan, lie only about what’s really
colossal — masking your vanity becomes the tortured challenge clinging to verse. And.
To vanity, tyranny’s conditional surrenderer.
And I was thinking of god’s shoplift energy ..
Hold on, I was handed this bag of sentences.
And this is what I did not want to say.
colossal — masking your vanity becomes the tortured challenge clinging to verse. And.
To vanity, tyranny’s conditional surrenderer.
And I was thinking of god’s shoplift energy ..
Hold on, I was handed this bag of sentences.
And this is what I did not want to say.
1/10/21
I am is still here, the body’s purring could not be put off. (One dissipates the other.) And one sorority reviews egg whites in their spare, bubbly zeal to outpace an apparatus (not properly issued to commentary).
*
Wrong. Constantly wrong was once correct. (Seriously? But what’s with identity. What about it?)
[can’t stop it...through
language [going in] [out...] cheesy time lapses in which [animating backward] speech & narrative continuity become incrementally
transformed into deep structure affixing Old Norse phonemes to nonobserving verbs. ]
Now my head is cleared.
Still if we had grounds I’d subside higher up having you weed out caution.
I call all this you leaving me.
*
Wrong. Constantly wrong was once correct. (Seriously? But what’s with identity. What about it?)
[can’t stop it...through
language [going in] [out...] cheesy time lapses in which [animating backward] speech & narrative continuity become incrementally
transformed into deep structure affixing Old Norse phonemes to nonobserving verbs. ]
Now my head is cleared.
Still if we had grounds I’d subside higher up having you weed out caution.
I call all this you leaving me.
I am is still here, the body’s purring could not be put off. (One dissipates the other.) And one sorority reviews egg whites in their spare, bubbly zeal to outpace an apparatus (not properly issued to commentary).
*
Wrong. Constantly wrong was once correct. (Seriously? But what’s with identity. What about it?)
[can’t stop it...through
language [going in] [out...] cheesy time lapses in which [animating backward] speech & narrative continuity become incrementally
transformed into deep structure affixing Old Norse phonemes to nonobserving verbs. ]
Now my head is cleared.
Still if we had grounds I’d subside higher up having you weed out caution.
I call all this you leaving me.
*
Wrong. Constantly wrong was once correct. (Seriously? But what’s with identity. What about it?)
[can’t stop it...through
language [going in] [out...] cheesy time lapses in which [animating backward] speech & narrative continuity become incrementally
transformed into deep structure affixing Old Norse phonemes to nonobserving verbs. ]
Now my head is cleared.
Still if we had grounds I’d subside higher up having you weed out caution.
I call all this you leaving me.
51: In motion, no excuses — war is unjust when there is only one side to wage it.
Gleaned from what war is, my desire keeps pace.
I’ll be an angel investor in spontaneity, no need but love, for love.
This is strictly, deliriously our business, self-realized adventure
losing daily battles, no excuses.
What time do you get off work in poetry? Should I know?
Speeding up when swift extremity can seem but slow
I hastened to run toward you
as though mounted on the wind before even starting ..
Gleaned from what war is, my desire keeps pace.
I’ll be an angel investor in spontaneity, no need but love, for love.
This is strictly, deliriously our business, self-realized adventure
losing daily battles, no excuses.
What time do you get off work in poetry? Should I know?
Speeding up when swift extremity can seem but slow
I hastened to run toward you
as though mounted on the wind before even starting ..
To paraphrase ... you can’t predict
How or even what you’ll be taking from your background experience;
there are too many of you.
Favorite singers reradiate the calmative afterlife attached to having sex.
Learned consensus becomes early performance; both puerile in the present tense,
the deep pitch shows up invisibly,
unspeakably, as libido constitutes foreknowledge, glistening aimlessly.
Bruise will stop by later.
How or even what you’ll be taking from your background experience;
there are too many of you.
Favorite singers reradiate the calmative afterlife attached to having sex.
Learned consensus becomes early performance; both puerile in the present tense,
the deep pitch shows up invisibly,
unspeakably, as libido constitutes foreknowledge, glistening aimlessly.
Bruise will stop by later.
1/9/21
Don’t care, don’t moan, lie only about what’s really
colossal — masking your vanity becomes the tortured challenge clinging to verse. And.
To vanity, tyranny’s conditional surrenderer,
I was thinking of god’s shoplift energy ..
Hold on, I was handed this bag of sentences.
And this is what I did not want to say.
colossal — masking your vanity becomes the tortured challenge clinging to verse. And.
To vanity, tyranny’s conditional surrenderer,
I was thinking of god’s shoplift energy ..
Hold on, I was handed this bag of sentences.
And this is what I did not want to say.
73: One will die; one will see all sunsets fade to ashes then black.
But I’m leaving the night choir behind. Awake, still making love with you at day’s end where yellow leaves shake blowing past bare boughs and dusk, glowing, seeming content, consuming, consumed to expire.
Death is a nominal fallacy like twilight now: To love you as if that’s true... and stronger — this is my late take away. I don’t understand cold fire any time of year even in the west, where the sweet birds sing, by and by sang.
But I’m leaving the night choir behind. Awake, still making love with you at day’s end where yellow leaves shake blowing past bare boughs and dusk, glowing, seeming content, consuming, consumed to expire.
Death is a nominal fallacy like twilight now: To love you as if that’s true... and stronger — this is my late take away. I don’t understand cold fire any time of year even in the west, where the sweet birds sing, by and by sang.
Planet Earth is Maoist hell — ringed with grassy estates where a blind woman can tiptoe or fall further.
A blinded poetry executrix kind of dumps on me. (It’s a leftover from Buddha’s show-and tell, a truly exaggerated enterprise.)
I never dump back. I hope her loss (me) helps her become a better entrepreneur and public intellectual. Or I wish her savvier gurus.
A blinded poetry executrix kind of dumps on me. (It’s a leftover from Buddha’s show-and tell, a truly exaggerated enterprise.)
I never dump back. I hope her loss (me) helps her become a better entrepreneur and public intellectual. Or I wish her savvier gurus.
Here’s another centerpiece to explain how flowers are cut in plurals like progressions.
Iconoclasts count on progressions in a series, along with any allure of falling cornices
(they did).
Literally nothing was granted.
But it’s a poem.
Now months later, it’s good news
Also, since you wait to listen, not empower others.
Everything belongs hiding in plain sight, fallen unhinged, no limits. Not a one is
the point... an ornamental one; our brain / body fiber pierced 24/7, point two...
Terpsichore is still ascetic, improvisatory, sherbet hued like Erato, a voice of suspicion, hisses.
Iconoclasts count on progressions in a series, along with any allure of falling cornices
(they did).
Literally nothing was granted.
But it’s a poem.
Now months later, it’s good news
Also, since you wait to listen, not empower others.
Everything belongs hiding in plain sight, fallen unhinged, no limits. Not a one is
the point... an ornamental one; our brain / body fiber pierced 24/7, point two...
Terpsichore is still ascetic, improvisatory, sherbet hued like Erato, a voice of suspicion, hisses.
1/8/21
The grounds for guesswork know what the regulation is.
If we’re lucky, Euro notes rule our larger theory of commitments.
Like pounds they bear full imagery, shiny 16th- and 18th-century ideals.
Debts improve wasted sunshine through labor.
(I don’t mean that as deeply before we hand them over
by your leave.)
Don’t plan on further development.
Finish a stretch and clouds get confused. Confused as
A rusted barge dries in the sun orange. Or
Danzig is the Wallace Stevens of evil urban clusters..
Ok, these grounds are not Danzig. Proven
True or isn’t.
But theory is something else.
If we’re lucky, Euro notes rule our larger theory of commitments.
Like pounds they bear full imagery, shiny 16th- and 18th-century ideals.
Debts improve wasted sunshine through labor.
(I don’t mean that as deeply before we hand them over
by your leave.)
Don’t plan on further development.
Finish a stretch and clouds get confused. Confused as
A rusted barge dries in the sun orange. Or
Danzig is the Wallace Stevens of evil urban clusters..
Ok, these grounds are not Danzig. Proven
True or isn’t.
But theory is something else.
136: I am nothing. What’s my business? Blind soul systems led me to — O you
— whereas checks to you and receipts are accounted for in secrecy, the password pilfered, your soul knows you’re already admitted...
W/ several newer ideals that would leverage you right there in the pluperfect, had your love held me by my name.
Therein, a civilizing process today to staying purposely
dull, entered into too by spotting it first. It’s
a clear refinement where character offers liberation — my sweet-nothing
for nothing will hold me, nothing
supports our love-suit from underneath. Only you win the job!
You’re my own nothing-boss.
— whereas checks to you and receipts are accounted for in secrecy, the password pilfered, your soul knows you’re already admitted...
W/ several newer ideals that would leverage you right there in the pluperfect, had your love held me by my name.
Therein, a civilizing process today to staying purposely
dull, entered into too by spotting it first. It’s
a clear refinement where character offers liberation — my sweet-nothing
for nothing will hold me, nothing
supports our love-suit from underneath. Only you win the job!
You’re my own nothing-boss.
Shortcuts. Step Five (ok, I hardly ever do this): One is strong and stupid with an emphasis on novelty. I can imagine a spontaneous disintegration of one’s pragmatics and rare syntax until one finds oneself in the same place here, only in a ‘half-life’ where — 3 decades later! — speech still matters.
Step Six (idealized, could never do this): One models language as emergent matter re-involved with impulses coursing around butchered ideas, using appearances and language exchange itself, varying registers. One might call this mutation of lyric intelligence if it were just that, if poetry weren’t a folk history of enslavement to procedure.
Step Six (idealized, could never do this): One models language as emergent matter re-involved with impulses coursing around butchered ideas, using appearances and language exchange itself, varying registers. One might call this mutation of lyric intelligence if it were just that, if poetry weren’t a folk history of enslavement to procedure.
Shortcuts. Step Five (ok, I hardly ever do this): One is strong and stupid with an emphasis on novelty. I can imagine a spontaneous disintegration of one’s pragmatics and rare syntax until one finds oneself in the same place here, only in a ‘half-life’ where — 3 decades later! — speech still matters.
Step Six (idealized, could never do this): One models language as emergent matter re-involved with impulses coursing around butchered ideas, using appearances and language exchange itself, varying registers. One might call this mutation of lyric intelligence if it were just that, if poetry weren’t a folk history of enslavement to procedure.
Step Six (idealized, could never do this): One models language as emergent matter re-involved with impulses coursing around butchered ideas, using appearances and language exchange itself, varying registers. One might call this mutation of lyric intelligence if it were just that, if poetry weren’t a folk history of enslavement to procedure.
We innovate through suppression.
Blushing is breaking news.
One time I was inconsonant. Or..
I was found holding a grand lodge of doing-splits glossary.
— why
Does a face arrest?
You had on your fabulous eyeliner from long ago. Cunning
Thing is everybody had it goes without saying a probability before
The news
And all of us now are blown up by
Errors of replication.
Blushing is breaking news.
One time I was inconsonant. Or..
I was found holding a grand lodge of doing-splits glossary.
— why
Does a face arrest?
You had on your fabulous eyeliner from long ago. Cunning
Thing is everybody had it goes without saying a probability before
The news
And all of us now are blown up by
Errors of replication.
1/7/21
I swear while we continue and travel further
Even as soiled oceans rewild deserts
All our props are dextrose contingent.
Or I was wondering about invention of the planets, sympathizing
With a numbers guru also the director — one of them that never knew velour as liberty.
Often that’s a normal baritone and determinative section to sing:
Spencerian, bodily stranded leaving war to the professionals.
Even as soiled oceans rewild deserts
All our props are dextrose contingent.
Or I was wondering about invention of the planets, sympathizing
With a numbers guru also the director — one of them that never knew velour as liberty.
Often that’s a normal baritone and determinative section to sing:
Spencerian, bodily stranded leaving war to the professionals.
Our place: A diminished mood will be buoyed by scatterings of photos and books, many unread. More atextual sources as fodder for your new faculties for text, new ontological components for bringing up humidity composing, as well as subprocesses harder to isolate and observe as they flood into short term memory. Keep the feed in balance for two (or three or as many as you like). Liberal arts breaks further from esthetic scholasticism, inventing new suppositions for research and intimacy. After new government, wiry empirical jolts, ambiences that comprise enmeshments within a readymade mood and control structure parallel to voc ed in poetics; appliance hint: bring a metronome.
108: Admit you miss smoking, drinking boy.
You miss that first drag. Have you heard,
Taking other lovers you can become multilingual
As the smoke tows you in its stride, in its spirit
Among the underemployed in hyper décor —
Your glass half full. Your hair’s on the brink.
Your eyes fill with fresh manpower.
Counting no old thing old,
Stay informal in no time,
Stay new so to speak..
I’m yours, I merit, and you’re mine —
What now to register?
Stop waving that grape drink.
You miss that first drag. Have you heard,
Taking other lovers you can become multilingual
As the smoke tows you in its stride, in its spirit
Among the underemployed in hyper décor —
Your glass half full. Your hair’s on the brink.
Your eyes fill with fresh manpower.
Counting no old thing old,
Stay informal in no time,
Stay new so to speak..
I’m yours, I merit, and you’re mine —
What now to register?
Stop waving that grape drink.
Brexit notwithstanding. Non-Anglo-Saxon Europe is widely vilified. Anglo-Saxon christians demoted half the Netherlands and Belgium for their cultural lag. Or perhaps we could say these border zones were treated as toys, their cities negated, their verbs rounded off randomly. Thereby rain over there was so blatantly filled with nonsense that it spewed east and southward, completely negating sustained conversation or further purpose — moist tongues both nasal and guttural on the verge of interpretation, competing, dancing at the edge of the Flemish world, like depleting rain, a departure from what is affirmed by the original experience of the kingdom in being.
The normal exec in a large academic corporation by the highway will grow up, in a flash forward, and work for Strategy Foundation, a company that parses guilty pleasures around the world. She or he doesn’t dream now —
not any more. One’s become an energy therapist, and keeps heirloom rabbits. You see doctors learn how to say what no pet defender wants to hear. “You sure of that? You sure those were your rabbits?”
not any more. One’s become an energy therapist, and keeps heirloom rabbits. You see doctors learn how to say what no pet defender wants to hear. “You sure of that? You sure those were your rabbits?”
1/6/21
We chew to 1 side, noted by 3rd parties
Superego abstractions hanging out in their unusual white corridors
Suggesting we’re still trembling from the
Physical act of mowing. And now
It’s sprinkling, a brilliant backdrop adding up cruxes
With a so called mother glossary, 2nd-
Order noncommercial gists pitted together as cognates
Still coming to seed and adornment,
Half-audible ricochets hitting us as if we’re part of the lawn.
Superego abstractions hanging out in their unusual white corridors
Suggesting we’re still trembling from the
Physical act of mowing. And now
It’s sprinkling, a brilliant backdrop adding up cruxes
With a so called mother glossary, 2nd-
Order noncommercial gists pitted together as cognates
Still coming to seed and adornment,
Half-audible ricochets hitting us as if we’re part of the lawn.
We chew to 1 side, noted by 3rd parties
Superego abstractions hanging out in their unusual white corridors
Suggesting we’re still trembling from the
Physical act of mowing. And now
It’s sprinkling, a brilliant backdrop adding up cruxes
With a so called mother glossary, 2nd-
Order noncommercial gists pitted together as cognates
Still coming to seed and adornment,
Half-audible ricochets hitting us as if we’re part of the lawn.
Superego abstractions hanging out in their unusual white corridors
Suggesting we’re still trembling from the
Physical act of mowing. And now
It’s sprinkling, a brilliant backdrop adding up cruxes
With a so called mother glossary, 2nd-
Order noncommercial gists pitted together as cognates
Still coming to seed and adornment,
Half-audible ricochets hitting us as if we’re part of the lawn.
117: What’s virtue? J’accuse thus: I have to repay all bonds as punishment, my willfulness and errors.
Whereto I recommend free time with ex-writers, video vignette note takers, engineers, others unknown, indistinguishable from applied scientists.
For now, after work we non-haters should accumulate human illuminated octane wearing Ray Bans and tailored tees.
Which (given time) ‘should’ = ‘want to’ = our gusto waking proof — scant proof without you, dear, dragged, transported far from your higher level.
All to the winds since our inner bonds still tie me day by day to your august love:
But there’s heated solitude, as confidences accumulate, I’ll give in to the desert constants farthest from your sight.
Whereto I recommend free time with ex-writers, video vignette note takers, engineers, others unknown, indistinguishable from applied scientists.
For now, after work we non-haters should accumulate human illuminated octane wearing Ray Bans and tailored tees.
Which (given time) ‘should’ = ‘want to’ = our gusto waking proof — scant proof without you, dear, dragged, transported far from your higher level.
All to the winds since our inner bonds still tie me day by day to your august love:
But there’s heated solitude, as confidences accumulate, I’ll give in to the desert constants farthest from your sight.
Can I call you privately into the moment —
Hadn’t surfeit and raised eyebrows happened a few months ago?
An incandescent unsettling,
Just look;
We have no rich uncles,
No pills or angst, no
Noble feats — Much of what counts
Is reckless footage
That seizes our space —
The beak of the finch
Hops and then the whole finch hops to
Where it plants itself.. no
Public sentience in nature.. some disgust (from competing particles) —
Hadn’t surfeit and raised eyebrows happened a few months ago?
An incandescent unsettling,
Just look;
We have no rich uncles,
No pills or angst, no
Noble feats — Much of what counts
Is reckless footage
That seizes our space —
The beak of the finch
Hops and then the whole finch hops to
Where it plants itself.. no
Public sentience in nature.. some disgust (from competing particles) —
1/5/21
Often a partner in comp can be deliberately passive-aggressive like any Pilgrim. I’m kidding for scatter.
In this one my partner is disguised as a scatterer that spies on me and others. There he goes —
stomping across borders. That is his
moonlight with the look of lard. It’s indispensable smearing a glow
down over Earth changing it into flummoxed packets of energy, wearing maroon cords.
In this one my partner is disguised as a scatterer that spies on me and others. There he goes —
stomping across borders. That is his
moonlight with the look of lard. It’s indispensable smearing a glow
down over Earth changing it into flummoxed packets of energy, wearing maroon cords.
Any higher, they never snicker.
(There’s tighter discipline.
Then it’s said repetitive indiscretion goes too far
& some at mixed levels are more disposed
climbing into casual ritual, putting
their lives together getting & keeping down.)
For all my exes
may a zealous counterculture dart sweetly to life!
(There’s tighter discipline.
Then it’s said repetitive indiscretion goes too far
& some at mixed levels are more disposed
climbing into casual ritual, putting
their lives together getting & keeping down.)
For all my exes
may a zealous counterculture dart sweetly to life!
132: I’d like to bend rules to wipe temperance from a finger painting
while we dress soberly for the pitying sky out west —
It’s so cold here. A place for mourning w/ subdued, heartfelt pain, along with rare
minerals that turn into dead tree colors back east.
Your eyes I love, and they torment me most
where full stars usher both of us by your grace —
not half the sun nor half the glory from heaven
suits me more as two morning eyes become your face.
while we dress soberly for the pitying sky out west —
It’s so cold here. A place for mourning w/ subdued, heartfelt pain, along with rare
minerals that turn into dead tree colors back east.
Your eyes I love, and they torment me most
where full stars usher both of us by your grace —
not half the sun nor half the glory from heaven
suits me more as two morning eyes become your face.
Hoyle in her green dress leaned
In a hetero-inclusive manner
Against a far wall,
Perhaps not far enough, as
She was distracted —
Her distraction bringing pressure
To my 4 fingers, right hand
Fidgeting with her necklace
Which at that moment I coveted more than — sing it, babe
.. are you trying to interfere ..
& she was staring in the mirror — looking
Not at me but past me, into a space
— a slot of a zone
That might be filled by someone nice,
A successful televangelist no doubt
Yet to arrive there, on an invisible journey...
(journey, my roughshod term for predation & warfare
Which could lead directly to calmer views in the mirror..)
This was years ago, according to Hoyle.
& seeing you now in your green dress stare past me —
An instrument of obscurantism, shifting
Into a place I could only imagine
Grabbing a microphone as you fled, alluvial
— each second there’s a pang
Bursting eardrums.. the yakking
As if you & I were stepping out
— eternal blasts of facsimiles in song
From a mirror where Spotify still
Rocks into an arid white room; breathless & eager
We show up for another whisky
Only to discover this late
Hey, we can do this!
In a hetero-inclusive manner
Against a far wall,
Perhaps not far enough, as
She was distracted —
Her distraction bringing pressure
To my 4 fingers, right hand
Fidgeting with her necklace
Which at that moment I coveted more than — sing it, babe
.. are you trying to interfere ..
& she was staring in the mirror — looking
Not at me but past me, into a space
— a slot of a zone
That might be filled by someone nice,
A successful televangelist no doubt
Yet to arrive there, on an invisible journey...
(journey, my roughshod term for predation & warfare
Which could lead directly to calmer views in the mirror..)
This was years ago, according to Hoyle.
& seeing you now in your green dress stare past me —
An instrument of obscurantism, shifting
Into a place I could only imagine
Grabbing a microphone as you fled, alluvial
— each second there’s a pang
Bursting eardrums.. the yakking
As if you & I were stepping out
— eternal blasts of facsimiles in song
From a mirror where Spotify still
Rocks into an arid white room; breathless & eager
We show up for another whisky
Only to discover this late
Hey, we can do this!
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 thickets of cloud & southerly winds
taking it to other investors who might stay offended,
the next step in the training.
Onto what?
Our sharing mechanism (pretext) gives no voice
to repeated wandering motifs over a long silence
we back off from. Nightly
we face thickets of cloud & southerly winds
taking it to other investors who might stay offended,
the next step in the training.
Onto what?
1/4/21
Rationed compliments ensue secretly,
Honest accounting disappears like dysfunctions of context (text frame procedures) —
Physicalism adapts to amoral schemes.
I forget hints of confrontation let these other voices barge in, forward, back passing thru my early meditation.
As Isaac moves from consonance to desolated marsh,
walk along with me. / Where to?
To the battlefront where nightly fingerprinting skyrockets — blasé for improvising at first, then it recoils to meet deadlines.
Honest accounting disappears like dysfunctions of context (text frame procedures) —
Physicalism adapts to amoral schemes.
I forget hints of confrontation let these other voices barge in, forward, back passing thru my early meditation.
As Isaac moves from consonance to desolated marsh,
walk along with me. / Where to?
To the battlefront where nightly fingerprinting skyrockets — blasé for improvising at first, then it recoils to meet deadlines.
110: What are resonators for but to effect command of offenses we’re uncertain of or we sold cheap. There’s nothing but our affection left, my best of love. Love’s confinement a desperate measure, and this’s true in reckless hands, yet for silent partners there’s depth to surface and mostly un-despairing perceptions (grinding teeth, to speak the truth) of what won’t be contained between us. All of the above.
Doing composition et al. changes
While our frayed honeymoon was a pleasure, felt normative.
Pleasure gets exaggerated but there are three pleasure substitutes. Here’s one, an itch to borrow sentences to raise your consciousness.
Another is coming up with filaments like attrition of affects (watching your watch).
Third, after a honeymoon deflections accrue.
While our frayed honeymoon was a pleasure, felt normative.
Pleasure gets exaggerated but there are three pleasure substitutes. Here’s one, an itch to borrow sentences to raise your consciousness.
Another is coming up with filaments like attrition of affects (watching your watch).
Third, after a honeymoon deflections accrue.
1/3/21
I picked up in a flier... my soul is a hypothesis. A fish out of water surfing coastal states to destroy his wiggly self, a gerund seeking to join cause and effect.
Since we live in new enterprises and within intuitive ecologies, we begged him to learn to swim further and stick with a nearly sublime topic, to rally for more than this textual ceramic holding a spray of the straight and narrow.
Since we live in new enterprises and within intuitive ecologies, we begged him to learn to swim further and stick with a nearly sublime topic, to rally for more than this textual ceramic holding a spray of the straight and narrow.
What makes chosen words dressed in black?
Adopting the air of mock superiority or even on-point (albeit fleeting) superiority.
Most rainbows taste like shit, but we keep looking. Bullied into autocracy
Hell is too big to fail.
Meanwhile the loyal opposition fast becoming influencial in the field is fired.
The ousted president drops to his knees.
Adopting the air of mock superiority or even on-point (albeit fleeting) superiority.
Most rainbows taste like shit, but we keep looking. Bullied into autocracy
Hell is too big to fail.
Meanwhile the loyal opposition fast becoming influencial in the field is fired.
The ousted president drops to his knees.
148: Denoting esthetic correspondence! it can whip you up, call you back in your cunning ..
No marvel then how love is falsehood? love’s eye can’t be true? —
I mistake fault in my sight and fair similes for love you’ve put in my head.
How can the world say it’s not so,
how can it say it is? No ..
I’m mistaken in my view : blinded watching you thru tears —
the sun itself vexing until skies disapear
— O me! You!
No marvel then how love is falsehood? love’s eye can’t be true? —
I mistake fault in my sight and fair similes for love you’ve put in my head.
How can the world say it’s not so,
how can it say it is? No ..
I’m mistaken in my view : blinded watching you thru tears —
the sun itself vexing until skies disapear
— O me! You!
Changed my mind.. Nobody can help us shorten the learning curve.
You’re always not talking. I get your point (noncommittal without the tedium of argument).
So I turn blue when I cool. I blast up by myself when you leave. And when you come back I produce a mental readout of how long it takes you to set the temperature, lighting and so on.
I can’t snicker, I’m elegant and round with a mirror finish.
The American Songbook has mirrors, motors for luscious hills, gleaming grains.
Apparatchik Bukowski’s fall is a warning, hissable, gone monochrome in uglified loveliness besieged by entertainment.
You’re always not talking. I get your point (noncommittal without the tedium of argument).
So I turn blue when I cool. I blast up by myself when you leave. And when you come back I produce a mental readout of how long it takes you to set the temperature, lighting and so on.
I can’t snicker, I’m elegant and round with a mirror finish.
The American Songbook has mirrors, motors for luscious hills, gleaming grains.
Apparatchik Bukowski’s fall is a warning, hissable, gone monochrome in uglified loveliness besieged by entertainment.
I’d like to thank the Academy
and ignore X to reinforce ignorance.
IT warned me of overrefined emblems and their sweeping reproach. Can I have a parochial amen? I’m not religious. Nor are you. But I took note of what you like from the beginning. I had a few ideas in mind divorcing you.
Oh, tech services, tell us a little more about your miserable ontology affecting checks, balances, and mantra logjams — How did worldviews crumble into unlimited environs and potential instrumentality to pantomime the common numerator undercutting American literacy?
and ignore X to reinforce ignorance.
IT warned me of overrefined emblems and their sweeping reproach. Can I have a parochial amen? I’m not religious. Nor are you. But I took note of what you like from the beginning. I had a few ideas in mind divorcing you.
Oh, tech services, tell us a little more about your miserable ontology affecting checks, balances, and mantra logjams — How did worldviews crumble into unlimited environs and potential instrumentality to pantomime the common numerator undercutting American literacy?
1/2/21
Beyond us, them, 4% atoms, tiny
wriggling strings; hidden, 22% of the tug —
dark and unknown prostrations
fixed on voices, a first luscious, noiseless bond.
Not running after, walking rapidly, I cross
the hall where the heat transfers ....
Transfers. We can call it that
adding up the lead and trapdoor time, eyes
open, moving, waiting, transferring
but hardly blasphemy. Not that I care.
An irrational lyric? You and I can’t transfer that,
touching on our dual roles as we reradiate consensus.
wriggling strings; hidden, 22% of the tug —
dark and unknown prostrations
fixed on voices, a first luscious, noiseless bond.
Not running after, walking rapidly, I cross
the hall where the heat transfers ....
Transfers. We can call it that
adding up the lead and trapdoor time, eyes
open, moving, waiting, transferring
but hardly blasphemy. Not that I care.
An irrational lyric? You and I can’t transfer that,
touching on our dual roles as we reradiate consensus.
138: I admit I’m old.
But I knew what I needed, feeling flattered you think me young!
I knew which falsehoods were made of truth,
how pre-December persists in others, even you..
It’s known you lie, not to mention your suppressed subtleties, marketing
pizzaz up and running —
“love’s best...in seeming trust”
— even in the new year you follow love’s good, false habits
sweetly, obviously culled..
(away... my days are past the best...meh... )
Invitation only.
But I knew what I needed, feeling flattered you think me young!
I knew which falsehoods were made of truth,
how pre-December persists in others, even you..
It’s known you lie, not to mention your suppressed subtleties, marketing
pizzaz up and running —
“love’s best...in seeming trust”
— even in the new year you follow love’s good, false habits
sweetly, obviously culled..
(away... my days are past the best...meh... )
Invitation only.
It was a sober intro
A branch could be a sentence generally. There’s urgency in ideas o et cetera.
I live in a debt growing compound and now
A level over! The et cetera of murder and hate
not enough? — are you suggesting I send for some?
I put my finger back: Not really, she said out
ahead of how I was supposed to know.
I’m addicted to ideas.
This was my first time.
A branch could be a sentence generally. There’s urgency in ideas o et cetera.
I live in a debt growing compound and now
A level over! The et cetera of murder and hate
not enough? — are you suggesting I send for some?
I put my finger back: Not really, she said out
ahead of how I was supposed to know.
I’m addicted to ideas.
This was my first time.
1/1/21
A sparrow close-range, a dedicated follower,
packing a double voice range, gets into love trouble,
last blinded by the sea only tonight, this evening of the seals.
Two old seals suddenly lift in a renown wave, the same
in each. Humming back, large as the beach
staring away at the first light.
When the light goes there are too many weighted ways around.
It goes for gladness reasons. No
one you know, seals go too, mourning their orchard rounds.
packing a double voice range, gets into love trouble,
last blinded by the sea only tonight, this evening of the seals.
Two old seals suddenly lift in a renown wave, the same
in each. Humming back, large as the beach
staring away at the first light.
When the light goes there are too many weighted ways around.
It goes for gladness reasons. No
one you know, seals go too, mourning their orchard rounds.
O 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’.
127: C.V.: I’ve misspelled a sign celebrating ravenous yawns in fair use praxis, and there’s some age old false connection to an eyesore we dreamed up or might dream up, borrowing a face beauty slanders. There, inside, little agency, no intervention, only stripes of ideas multiplying nameless, profane, counting inventory, keeping faith from their esteemed orientation, mining their richest veins, designing solid, stoic codes that trigger stern satisfaction dusk thru midday, they think: So many infolding explosive arcs of competing constructs they flare up into neat blocks of aqueous shimmer! Blocks we’ve been party to after a late lunch.
Hitherto ethos susses southpaw disproportionality, so lovers per lifetime meet their lucky doubles halfway, borrowing a face here, slanting a blurred promise we had there or we don’t know we had, in shame letting it almost die down.
Hitherto ethos susses southpaw disproportionality, so lovers per lifetime meet their lucky doubles halfway, borrowing a face here, slanting a blurred promise we had there or we don’t know we had, in shame letting it almost die down.
2 quests.. Just who are we to say we should attend to what I am doing? It’s love like ours that pitches English to prioritized claims.
In modern tongues, a truly socialist government is not that hot.
Wearing nothing but pilates for motives, eager too,
Mixing shy and rabbity, squeaking in biblical
French — it’s just plain meaner. And we negotiate euros (cash) for rapprochement.
In modern tongues, a truly socialist government is not that hot.
Wearing nothing but pilates for motives, eager too,
Mixing shy and rabbity, squeaking in biblical
French — it’s just plain meaner. And we negotiate euros (cash) for rapprochement.
The inscription read you’re my business. This means the writing is clean, architecturally intact, mirrored in meantimes.
But calming down, there’s a dual rule of justice gone aground with some top keys we won’t erase from a jittery appliance in the occipital lobe, active against the ‘human grain’ when touch management is unleashed.
I’m just commenting.
The inscription read you’re my business.
But calming down, there’s a dual rule of justice gone aground with some top keys we won’t erase from a jittery appliance in the occipital lobe, active against the ‘human grain’ when touch management is unleashed.
I’m just commenting.
The inscription read you’re my business.
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