Sing, my next self:
Balls of steam suspended in bacteria over our hands, discouraging others. (A boiling kettle contained prescriptions, a guess.) Better now not to digress but file out a shade apart trailing the other copycats.
At top the penis is everlovin-elastic.
Heaven is in the heart with its egg drop of credos and documents.
A mood is an emotional state. Comcast.
11/30/18
87: Sodajerks. Their stock was luminous. Adding
that noun phrase furthered ambition (we’re sure it was theirs), amusing
vim shaken from the inside. Each had a skeleton curse; the lot growing
fewer over time. (Youth remains, after all, the determined object of love.) An emotional matter
language models for 3 dimensional farewells in waking you
then not knowing.
that noun phrase furthered ambition (we’re sure it was theirs), amusing
vim shaken from the inside. Each had a skeleton curse; the lot growing
fewer over time. (Youth remains, after all, the determined object of love.) An emotional matter
language models for 3 dimensional farewells in waking you
then not knowing.
To a spiritual father in the future,
Deal with our failures.
The ruddiness of brown shingles looks right at us.
A house down the street, the “sadly” restored one —
If you lit a fire there, for real, and wrote it down,
Our faces would limn how today is going.
Writing forced to the surface for an earthly face off.
Deal with our failures.
The ruddiness of brown shingles looks right at us.
A house down the street, the “sadly” restored one —
If you lit a fire there, for real, and wrote it down,
Our faces would limn how today is going.
Writing forced to the surface for an earthly face off.
An awful virus. Just an excuse.
Rhetoric as privilege dies.
Came from outer space; was well radicalized before it got here.
Freer speech in every direction — your known inclination
for walking strong will accelerate, wild yet tranquil, excused —
ruthless in value, the boundless layers set in funereal trance
tweeting under the bust of the rhetor, a civil, democratic ideal.
But no one tweeting wants to get ‘under..an ideal.’ Freedom is personal
As we go about thinking like animals brushing up on ideas...
Rhetoric as privilege dies.
Came from outer space; was well radicalized before it got here.
Freer speech in every direction — your known inclination
for walking strong will accelerate, wild yet tranquil, excused —
ruthless in value, the boundless layers set in funereal trance
tweeting under the bust of the rhetor, a civil, democratic ideal.
But no one tweeting wants to get ‘under..an ideal.’ Freedom is personal
As we go about thinking like animals brushing up on ideas...
Sonnet 6:
We radicalize to what we know best.
Beauty is a 10 and like usury always a gamble.
My tongue in your ear refiguring 2 pair,
distillation, defacement. A fair hand, a treasure 10 to one.
Happy to pay or loan you the rest, and glad
you’re a willing fan, departing before
the winter leaves by the yard .. you’re much too fair
And brush your hair? Brush it back down.
We radicalize to what we know best.
Beauty is a 10 and like usury always a gamble.
My tongue in your ear refiguring 2 pair,
distillation, defacement. A fair hand, a treasure 10 to one.
Happy to pay or loan you the rest, and glad
you’re a willing fan, departing before
the winter leaves by the yard .. you’re much too fair
And brush your hair? Brush it back down.
The heart is sore as
Whitman precedes Aimé Césaire. Salut.
Rationed compliments ensue in secret and breathed in under rush-formatted steam (a love poem)
— Accounting disappears like functions of context (difficult relationship proxies) —
Love not being is taught
But fought for in reverse. Freezing the difference.
Whitman precedes Aimé Césaire. Salut.
Rationed compliments ensue in secret and breathed in under rush-formatted steam (a love poem)
— Accounting disappears like functions of context (difficult relationship proxies) —
Love not being is taught
But fought for in reverse. Freezing the difference.
11/29/18
CVS counter. I know him, he knows me, I admire him, vice versa
.. sorry, I don’t have other associations I’ll add. I was driving everywhere. Don’t know why we are in this automatic summation of now or that a minute from now after the transaction but before thinking it thru, sending it over my head, with only a few elements incised to form solid bands connected to CVS.
.. sorry, I don’t have other associations I’ll add. I was driving everywhere. Don’t know why we are in this automatic summation of now or that a minute from now after the transaction but before thinking it thru, sending it over my head, with only a few elements incised to form solid bands connected to CVS.
There’s a term for attrition of affects, eyesore.
And there’s a hypertonic struggle to housesit too much information, pliable and glossy. You know it exists. Human body fat is worth $100,000 a gallon.
The good gold. I fall into it.
A life is charged for care. I’m otherwise a coffee head! But let’s pare it down.
Have we ever done anything but tamper with the weather? Oh, who knows?
Oh, Ladytron. You seem so fake-ignited in the sprayed periphery, a three-dimensional muse keeping her balance inside a soft radical vapor of vastness, loosely demolished.
And there’s a hypertonic struggle to housesit too much information, pliable and glossy. You know it exists. Human body fat is worth $100,000 a gallon.
The good gold. I fall into it.
A life is charged for care. I’m otherwise a coffee head! But let’s pare it down.
Have we ever done anything but tamper with the weather? Oh, who knows?
Oh, Ladytron. You seem so fake-ignited in the sprayed periphery, a three-dimensional muse keeping her balance inside a soft radical vapor of vastness, loosely demolished.
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’.
23: My agent is in a rage. Imperfect
actor whose shortcomings balloon in ‘harmony’ & w/ use.
Imperfect — love’s epistemology scampers in transparent secrecy
in such abundance I weaken w/ 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 act on my own might to speak —
To wit, I can read and hear love from your eyes.
actor whose shortcomings balloon in ‘harmony’ & w/ use.
Imperfect — love’s epistemology scampers in transparent secrecy
in such abundance I weaken w/ 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 act on my own might to speak —
To wit, I can read and hear love from your eyes.
There are a 100 butterflies out of sorts in what’s wrong watching even one or two spin like winter mediums,
happy in the dirt, re-engineering their variety and persistence.
The collapse of spinning it better is.. no, the aim changed...
We can build something better.
You can feel it drinking coffee from a can, its sticky metal heat, fun,
seething too, proportionate to the open space.
Indoors the steam is rubbed, worn and you’re mortified with ozone.
The whole firebox glow ..
yellow wallpaper engages on.
happy in the dirt, re-engineering their variety and persistence.
The collapse of spinning it better is.. no, the aim changed...
We can build something better.
You can feel it drinking coffee from a can, its sticky metal heat, fun,
seething too, proportionate to the open space.
Indoors the steam is rubbed, worn and you’re mortified with ozone.
The whole firebox glow ..
yellow wallpaper engages on.
Did you catch the report?
Operetta’s focus keeps an eye out, part of industrial knowledge that considers prototype approximations in crazy-fancy contexts plunked out on a keyboard. At first.
Moving forward we have all of an hour now to take in sweetness made for infamous exposure (in costume) outdoors.
Lights up — we take ourselves inside the libretto where we reserve dissonance.
Sweetness is vacillating as usual after hours on clear nights. Robbers, cops
Though fragrant, turn opaque
And poof — still,
It could rain.
Operetta’s focus keeps an eye out, part of industrial knowledge that considers prototype approximations in crazy-fancy contexts plunked out on a keyboard. At first.
Moving forward we have all of an hour now to take in sweetness made for infamous exposure (in costume) outdoors.
Lights up — we take ourselves inside the libretto where we reserve dissonance.
Sweetness is vacillating as usual after hours on clear nights. Robbers, cops
Though fragrant, turn opaque
And poof — still,
It could rain.
11/28/18
How in the ---- could we let this happen?
Today I face thunder — how to pay for this...
Bouncy.. apocalypse..
My instinct when asked is to tilt back
To the moody crayons junking a
Civil spell check of half-soothing words
On top uninvented heights,
The same heights outward
Of looking into what we stoke.
Today I face thunder — how to pay for this...
Bouncy.. apocalypse..
My instinct when asked is to tilt back
To the moody crayons junking a
Civil spell check of half-soothing words
On top uninvented heights,
The same heights outward
Of looking into what we stoke.
146: I’m talking to you in American.
The Savior is missing. No more dying then? Not going to lie, I watched us dream economics weeding and painting over a radius, destabilizing temperaments like worms eating up the itty soul. A body loss. Looters and rhombus-gatherers, all doing well respectively — great work for rebel power, cuts straight through the soul’s restructure creating more chopping patterns to abandon as dross.
The chips mounted as background to soundtracks muting the key words. The large cost’s about time, so short a lease, epic sums on slender, empty glosses. The 21st century walkway and manly instrumentation are redone for open combat. (It might be feminists like us are on genome probation.)
Is this that world’s decision theory now? Don’t know. Not going to lie. (Ideologues often get stuck on the last line.)
The Savior is missing. No more dying then? Not going to lie, I watched us dream economics weeding and painting over a radius, destabilizing temperaments like worms eating up the itty soul. A body loss. Looters and rhombus-gatherers, all doing well respectively — great work for rebel power, cuts straight through the soul’s restructure creating more chopping patterns to abandon as dross.
The chips mounted as background to soundtracks muting the key words. The large cost’s about time, so short a lease, epic sums on slender, empty glosses. The 21st century walkway and manly instrumentation are redone for open combat. (It might be feminists like us are on genome probation.)
Is this that world’s decision theory now? Don’t know. Not going to lie. (Ideologues often get stuck on the last line.)
Thought about wind becoming sullen, backs into a slurry, plump, downy evanescing into fluff. The slurry rises above dropped affixes and dead gardenias. As if. It’s in the notation. Hell on the loose — loose in reverse in spring — faces light up. Better to heal resentments buried in percussive isolation again. Hot wind dumps more ideas from desolating self-abuse to a cucumber vine growing up in a net. 2 sorts of woodpecker came while I was there.
I see your idea. Gnarly aviation.
Purity of the surface deed is recorded, perked into light
handily.
Public-private property hit on a plan wound up slugged in disguise,
A ‘contract’ on big physics, ghastly on its back.
There’s envy of political haters’ swimming synchronized,
beyond prayer —
(In or without ebon ink, capitalists itemize all bets.)
One pleasure is borrowing sentences to raise our debits.
All experience is seriously snipped off.. How to wear a summer dress.
Purity of the surface deed is recorded, perked into light
handily.
Public-private property hit on a plan wound up slugged in disguise,
A ‘contract’ on big physics, ghastly on its back.
There’s envy of political haters’ swimming synchronized,
beyond prayer —
(In or without ebon ink, capitalists itemize all bets.)
One pleasure is borrowing sentences to raise our debits.
All experience is seriously snipped off.. How to wear a summer dress.
11/27/18
Ventriloquating is something.
No one’s favorite word yet — nice aftershave, Rene
I got wind of it, put you in —
Can you be “quoted” in any meaningful sense?
We have two arrays for time & harmony:
That ass buzz — I know you meant juniper
within a philosophy (in movement thru spatial dimensions)
(& the aura of a scent) forward!
No one’s favorite word yet — nice aftershave, Rene
I got wind of it, put you in —
Can you be “quoted” in any meaningful sense?
We have two arrays for time & harmony:
That ass buzz — I know you meant juniper
within a philosophy (in movement thru spatial dimensions)
(& the aura of a scent) forward!
How to hitchhike. I come across an organizing principle and by pulling the trigger, I replace
subject matter with source text, exploring only the musts: there are structure, acquisition, use, media — no eros in no ideas.
Self-conflict and compromise keep popping up as rich bases for ironic pleasure and symphonic allergens.
If those are allowed. A gig, a pop up...
Primitive patterns and blue throats, crowbars taped to a tree, in the distance, Eroica...
We haven’t been far away — the fields are twenty, chips are foam, our clothes thrown,
The great We of fish, that's what I say on a sea plane worked into the sky.
Self-conflict and compromise keep popping up as rich bases for ironic pleasure and symphonic allergens.
If those are allowed. A gig, a pop up...
Primitive patterns and blue throats, crowbars taped to a tree, in the distance, Eroica...
We haven’t been far away — the fields are twenty, chips are foam, our clothes thrown,
The great We of fish, that's what I say on a sea plane worked into the sky.
The float seems to harbor fever unwelcome overnight:
“The float is radiant, jammed with radiant things,” had my
Doctor in his Silent Treatment anticipated, not long ago. But no.
What does there’s still a move to go do? quivering, invulnerable, we can
Keep nursing desire past cure — a psychic point or three feeding the appetite.
“The float is radiant, jammed with radiant things,” had my
Doctor in his Silent Treatment anticipated, not long ago. But no.
What does there’s still a move to go do? quivering, invulnerable, we can
Keep nursing desire past cure — a psychic point or three feeding the appetite.
11/26/18
Misshapen drops of fog storms — major rain —
affable and fresh earthworks must
carry the air out in fat, thick layers (thick in spades, hearts racing).
We can see our excess atmosphere conning our right brains,
because we share weather it has importance —
... here’s where I freeze. (Every-
one does.) You now me.
Clouds yellow, experimental at night
— flakes wash themselves in dissemblance like kittens in lust. Now me.
affable and fresh earthworks must
carry the air out in fat, thick layers (thick in spades, hearts racing).
We can see our excess atmosphere conning our right brains,
because we share weather it has importance —
... here’s where I freeze. (Every-
one does.) You now me.
Clouds yellow, experimental at night
— flakes wash themselves in dissemblance like kittens in lust. Now me.
133: My strategy is sweet sleep until we wake.
Who is calling?
Your friend is coming. Must I abandon myself? then my next self? both appear wounded players, both slaves, both to slavery?
Who can say? Twice or say thrice double crossed and, again, — it’s not enough to torture me alone —
Engrossed, I can hear my friend’s heart groan as in jail, double crossed — pent up cruelty that’s iterative, baroque:
As if out of time Couperin sprawled with the naked around Antoinette.
But let’s be rigorous now and agree while we’re in prison I am in you. I am yours by force.
And I keep you in my heart on guard of you and of all that is in me.
Who is calling?
Your friend is coming. Must I abandon myself? then my next self? both appear wounded players, both slaves, both to slavery?
Who can say? Twice or say thrice double crossed and, again, — it’s not enough to torture me alone —
Engrossed, I can hear my friend’s heart groan as in jail, double crossed — pent up cruelty that’s iterative, baroque:
As if out of time Couperin sprawled with the naked around Antoinette.
But let’s be rigorous now and agree while we’re in prison I am in you. I am yours by force.
And I keep you in my heart on guard of you and of all that is in me.
Prognosis: It’s just getting started, more video, the century with 2 beginning decades that cannot be easily designated. As a citizen among millennials, it’s gross I live to blow off my masterpiece, suddenly building a new narrator under my notarized certificates of hubris and vulnerability — Euros tumble. The sensual spy novel is amusing and telegenic for killing time until 2020 and through the 20s and 30s that follow, so let’s narrate that. And about that. We were always lovers. Heh heh. The meta-tick-tock due now and pronto — calling in Cupid — the greatest emcee and dues collector of any new century, sullen, endearing..
Once your public is mounted on tiptoes you can
add your own awesome content!
Your first lover, dull, expressionless. Tho
he could heal you thru ballast.
Then forces of narrative came
seething, your breath unfixed
from the floor as it circles midair as if it had a right to.
Large blossoms are about to push
Also we see their ETA.
We won’t be a second late — your ex boyfriends
understand we can all meet taking on a form of you.
That’s the gist.
add your own awesome content!
Your first lover, dull, expressionless. Tho
he could heal you thru ballast.
Then forces of narrative came
seething, your breath unfixed
from the floor as it circles midair as if it had a right to.
Large blossoms are about to push
Also we see their ETA.
We won’t be a second late — your ex boyfriends
understand we can all meet taking on a form of you.
That’s the gist.
11/25/18
Tho overstated, the mind is a beautiful tool of late capitalism (the unwitting effect and cause).
Capitalism stands at the curb, a whiff of more aroma, waiting, eyes unblinking.
(Or one could seek documentation, semblance, something Swiss..
From now on the mind is Switzerland, ok? Two eyes staring everywhere, mein Herr, leave now.) Capitalism thus gives up its dude ranch, akin to its rustic factories on the way west to prey on the drunk and disorderly. This is the highway the slug runs out on, leaving us up here.
Sonnet 135
To commune to sounds spacious, un-calm, bent to boot. In the same call you vex prerogatives, that is, your voice does. (I’ll table the large difference.)
“The sea.. all water”
— Your message is mixed but never better aligned for a way or a will of mine. We’re rich together in our acceptance of death — this will be our hideout, learning the ropes, perusing scraps and hopes of coping.
The unoccupied mind long overdue. The you
I reference in primary season. You with your suitcase.
I’ll unpack for the gracious aftershock of your going ahead, reading, lifting, adding and reflective or reflecting? you in the foreground, all water.
To commune to sounds spacious, un-calm, bent to boot. In the same call you vex prerogatives, that is, your voice does. (I’ll table the large difference.)
“The sea.. all water”
— Your message is mixed but never better aligned for a way or a will of mine. We’re rich together in our acceptance of death — this will be our hideout, learning the ropes, perusing scraps and hopes of coping.
The unoccupied mind long overdue. The you
I reference in primary season. You with your suitcase.
I’ll unpack for the gracious aftershock of your going ahead, reading, lifting, adding and reflective or reflecting? you in the foreground, all water.
Time ran out.
It’s one of those peekaboo fogs.
Your integrity has a political bent.
I stay in position, authentic / inauthentic;
I model your bifurcated attitude
yet I could do with more peek, less boo —
everything I neglect is in a broad context. One after another piles up if
or when —
This is when —
Your nuclear self, writing you, lingers for a moment or more... Huh? Now you know I did it.
I wish I hadn’t / I wish I didn’t.
No it was clear until supper time then fogged up.
Fund-raise off that.
It’s one of those peekaboo fogs.
Your integrity has a political bent.
I stay in position, authentic / inauthentic;
I model your bifurcated attitude
yet I could do with more peek, less boo —
everything I neglect is in a broad context. One after another piles up if
or when —
This is when —
Your nuclear self, writing you, lingers for a moment or more... Huh? Now you know I did it.
I wish I hadn’t / I wish I didn’t.
No it was clear until supper time then fogged up.
Fund-raise off that.
A bright spot on the game horizon, we’re beginning to see a need for a blanket authority or foundation to issue antinomian licenses. A nondemocratic institution that constitutes only one of a set to which no democratic or parliamentarian voice matters, no second thoughts, no heuristics, and in which nothing un-elfin or hurtful belongs or stays put, holding ourselves to the test doctrine of multiple shots at Todd’s Miniature Golf.
A futurist has a softer side.
His life is his poetry, which appears as a biopic on my writing poetry about our lives.
His life then is built around sane choices w/ a sense of a person, even though in a few seconds, I’m in memory* of that person to come. Aw.
That a fact?
Some don’t hear clearly when one’s “voice” joins others’ to deepen ultimately anonymous expressions of desire.
* The memory part is mostly vice versa.
His life is his poetry, which appears as a biopic on my writing poetry about our lives.
His life then is built around sane choices w/ a sense of a person, even though in a few seconds, I’m in memory* of that person to come. Aw.
That a fact?
Some don’t hear clearly when one’s “voice” joins others’ to deepen ultimately anonymous expressions of desire.
* The memory part is mostly vice versa.
11/24/18
Socrates is made to say, “My guess is this. The very existence of Athens, however peaceful, is a deadly threat to Sparta’s stasis. And therefore, in the long run, the condition for the continued stasis of Sparta (which means its continued existence, as they see it) is the destruction of progress in Athens (which from our perspective would constitute the destruction of Athens).”
David Deutsch, from “A Dream of Socrates,” p 249, The Beginning of Infinity
David Deutsch, from “A Dream of Socrates,” p 249, The Beginning of Infinity
I see your inside relevance, binary to binary autosuggestion.
When it gets dark rebooking happens fast.
The relevance we wanted to get to go to a naked singularity, that is
This abstract point now stabilizing outdoors — over the ocean
— smelling you in all your possible reassignments.
— A rank in heaven!
When it gets dark rebooking happens fast.
The relevance we wanted to get to go to a naked singularity, that is
This abstract point now stabilizing outdoors — over the ocean
— smelling you in all your possible reassignments.
— A rank in heaven!
127: C.V.: I’ve misspelled a sign celebrating raven yawns from fair use, and there’s the bastard shame (to age) accounted to eyesores we dreamed up or we could dream up, successive faces’ beauty slandered. Inside, borrowed codes trigger stern satisfaction dusk thru midday, thinking: so many infolding explosive arcs of competing constructs they flare up into neat blocks of aqueous shimmer! Blocks we’ve been party to after dinner.
Hitherto nature's power susses its own fair use, so lovers per lifetime meet others halfway, creating new faces, slanting the blurred promise we had or we don’t know we had. Mourning beauty, letting it die down.
Hitherto nature's power susses its own fair use, so lovers per lifetime meet others halfway, creating new faces, slanting the blurred promise we had or we don’t know we had. Mourning beauty, letting it die down.
We went nowhere. Propositions became a promise.
At first random, as noted last century, there’s a rustic perp to experiential style and muddled cool.
2 million years a species, dream on, we know the $ is good, sexual liberty never expires, but the cool gauge has to be slipping
while I’m not going anywhere; Spartans hate to travel.
Do you write while you edit? There’s a term for attrition of affects, eyesore.
At first random, as noted last century, there’s a rustic perp to experiential style and muddled cool.
2 million years a species, dream on, we know the $ is good, sexual liberty never expires, but the cool gauge has to be slipping
while I’m not going anywhere; Spartans hate to travel.
Do you write while you edit? There’s a term for attrition of affects, eyesore.
Hail, love, I was in hell with you
Having seen again all the mud we throw about us.
We’re not living there now; it’s too far to drive, leaving us out drenched to the waist, hanging down on the sidewalk in blue and green concepts of mud looking a little ‘filmed over’.
The now is? I don’t know where it went or was. I wonder if we’ll show up.
These questions are battered about.
Having seen again all the mud we throw about us.
We’re not living there now; it’s too far to drive, leaving us out drenched to the waist, hanging down on the sidewalk in blue and green concepts of mud looking a little ‘filmed over’.
The now is? I don’t know where it went or was. I wonder if we’ll show up.
These questions are battered about.
11/23/18
Impulses to conceptualize or collectivize contexts are fabulously auteur-like;
sentimental to the core, even if in fact especially if sample texts (poetic treatments, meta-essays, e.g.) argue on the surface against individuation & sentiment. This is self sentiment affecting triumph.
The war rooms (ivory/media towers) in times of blanket authority — assumed — instantiate slaughter of memory & varietals of ‘superseded’ texts, schematic petals or stems from where the other goes after s/he drops a thread.
sentimental to the core, even if in fact especially if sample texts (poetic treatments, meta-essays, e.g.) argue on the surface against individuation & sentiment. This is self sentiment affecting triumph.
The war rooms (ivory/media towers) in times of blanket authority — assumed — instantiate slaughter of memory & varietals of ‘superseded’ texts, schematic petals or stems from where the other goes after s/he drops a thread.
Step Five (ok, I hardly get to do this one): I start nodding off admiring invisible gamma elements at some teeny level of stochastic persistence. Waves away. I can imagine a spontaneous disintegration of immodesty until I find myself in a place like here, only a ‘half-life’ where speech is still material.
Spatter — rain in others’ happiness that neutrinos can’t stand scattering. Next the sun we say shines, nipping, filing matter, spinning, capturing the dress casual of our meaning it and not tempted. It’s still my life, we say.
Some of you and me is here, right here, and more ‘you’ve been away,’ retreating to emancipating solitude, keeping / adding up wait time, sporting by degrees the related changes you seem to see and are.
Some of you and me is here, right here, and more ‘you’ve been away,’ retreating to emancipating solitude, keeping / adding up wait time, sporting by degrees the related changes you seem to see and are.
50: A hip cast of super angels strumming harps, an encore by Zeus Arrhenothelus
Bringing up larger journeys for the stretch and preen in vigilance onward —
So far miles for me are measured from my friends left behind.
I fall back tired, breathe while new cast members get authenticated —
They are casually let go as they finish groaning for us.
Our joy restored at a slight remove from sharp pain and darkness in grief, putting this in mind
Since we answer to manifold waves that weigh in:
Unprovoked, a heavy vacuum still.. you are far away while I am on the way at my travel’s end.
Bringing up larger journeys for the stretch and preen in vigilance onward —
So far miles for me are measured from my friends left behind.
I fall back tired, breathe while new cast members get authenticated —
They are casually let go as they finish groaning for us.
Our joy restored at a slight remove from sharp pain and darkness in grief, putting this in mind
Since we answer to manifold waves that weigh in:
Unprovoked, a heavy vacuum still.. you are far away while I am on the way at my travel’s end.
Keep an order to begin —
Is it the level approach you’ve taken
Erasing most of marketing, any
Specificity that appears normal?
Looking at the pebbles and snails
And tiny shrimp-like creatures..
That
Wok breakfast, man, a broad-armed chef
Standing off across my
Whole food outlook!
Compression is particulate and coarse-grained. But —
It remains
Both our voices have to grow
Until I know you from a prior flossing.
Hot sun, cool air, and no clothes.
Loss of pain penetrating like moral gelatin
That pressures, punctures social tyranny
Whole.
Is it the level approach you’ve taken
Erasing most of marketing, any
Specificity that appears normal?
Looking at the pebbles and snails
And tiny shrimp-like creatures..
That
Wok breakfast, man, a broad-armed chef
Standing off across my
Whole food outlook!
Compression is particulate and coarse-grained. But —
It remains
Both our voices have to grow
Until I know you from a prior flossing.
Hot sun, cool air, and no clothes.
Loss of pain penetrating like moral gelatin
That pressures, punctures social tyranny
Whole.
Dante nibbled, in mumbled tones... under a huge, ampersand-shade of grace.
There was a terrific wine list — and that made for light
cocktail perfusions. He had at strangers shedding their catwalk ambiguity.
And we’re moving back to then, minus grace, wearing raiment emotions, passing drinks around —
The current is pre-baroque, making up the news with — and about — excess freedoms of democracy.
There was a terrific wine list — and that made for light
cocktail perfusions. He had at strangers shedding their catwalk ambiguity.
And we’re moving back to then, minus grace, wearing raiment emotions, passing drinks around —
The current is pre-baroque, making up the news with — and about — excess freedoms of democracy.
11/22/18
I’ll put it this way and be done.
I misfiled my core principles, went
for higher ones in baroque-neurotic REM sleep.
Any higher, they’re not talking ..
(there’s tighter discipline)
Highly apéritif,
morally camouflaged cold indirection.
Violence advocates
have an entire stance in mind. Our freedom is success.
But our counter was preliminary and really took off, along
with raw emotions from a huge manuscript
I’m freezing, since
It’s none of the above.
Pericles, Funeral Oration
I misfiled my core principles, went
for higher ones in baroque-neurotic REM sleep.
Any higher, they’re not talking ..
(there’s tighter discipline)
Highly apéritif,
morally camouflaged cold indirection.
Violence advocates
have an entire stance in mind. Our freedom is success.
But our counter was preliminary and really took off, along
with raw emotions from a huge manuscript
I’m freezing, since
It’s none of the above.
Pericles, Funeral Oration
Lightning over fogs of drizzle. Over ravines. Knower and the known, all branches, all matter —
A sweet industrial morsel went for all three doors assuming no threshold ahead where materiality can’t exist. No dissonance, no interruption.
Three ways could also be the middle
as Buddha and Buddhists are different things.
A sweet industrial morsel went for all three doors assuming no threshold ahead where materiality can’t exist. No dissonance, no interruption.
Three ways could also be the middle
as Buddha and Buddhists are different things.
55: Nor aside, a period sonnet doubts softness but addresses enmity,
a living record. Nor against death can we outlive our doom advancing slowly.
Neither marble nor rhyme so move. Yet the fun workout once was of a soul, a tone beserk.
So why am I dwelling on posterity like a warrior groom?
My lover’s eyes shine brighter than all that, still brighter than all the wealth coming into this poem...
You and I find room in our prospect, oblivious, uninvited — statues overturned, and we brought guests — death and memory. I...
Even closer now in death’s eyes, I burn with quick fire for wearing out memory’s velocity — I’ll not speak nor ask (or shall I ask) more, should I?
War wastes time, a powerful judgment at rest and work.
a living record. Nor against death can we outlive our doom advancing slowly.
Neither marble nor rhyme so move. Yet the fun workout once was of a soul, a tone beserk.
So why am I dwelling on posterity like a warrior groom?
My lover’s eyes shine brighter than all that, still brighter than all the wealth coming into this poem...
You and I find room in our prospect, oblivious, uninvited — statues overturned, and we brought guests — death and memory. I...
Even closer now in death’s eyes, I burn with quick fire for wearing out memory’s velocity — I’ll not speak nor ask (or shall I ask) more, should I?
War wastes time, a powerful judgment at rest and work.
A maple against daylight has breadth and the dark thin substance of shot up shadow; this is a guarantee
as local time is disguised among skimpy swags and willowish leaves, living structures aspected as abstract in the ‘inner’ harbor of glare cut from coastal space.
Space (within) doesn’t know you’re looking... doing nothing, watching you look.
Space’s slowed us down to furnace the pace
for full positions in another trace or matter, earlier or later
but even later it could rain.
as local time is disguised among skimpy swags and willowish leaves, living structures aspected as abstract in the ‘inner’ harbor of glare cut from coastal space.
Space (within) doesn’t know you’re looking... doing nothing, watching you look.
Space’s slowed us down to furnace the pace
for full positions in another trace or matter, earlier or later
but even later it could rain.
Dear November looking like January,
I went to your reading dreaming of cutting out. I thought I went outside
and cried. Happy nerves. I need a new sum of things, just remembered.
A heart shaken culinary distaste holding
my tongue on the verge of resisting you, thanks to notes of civet and benzoin.
In the right daylight, polygamy twitching inside a church, acquainted with women and men’s affairs —
“In each house a different white hall, adapted to sever the head
from the vines.” That’s an odd thing
to say, are you in or out?
Another thing, I want all the pillars and vines shaken.
I went to your reading dreaming of cutting out. I thought I went outside
and cried. Happy nerves. I need a new sum of things, just remembered.
A heart shaken culinary distaste holding
my tongue on the verge of resisting you, thanks to notes of civet and benzoin.
In the right daylight, polygamy twitching inside a church, acquainted with women and men’s affairs —
“In each house a different white hall, adapted to sever the head
from the vines.” That’s an odd thing
to say, are you in or out?
Another thing, I want all the pillars and vines shaken.
Here’s a proposition. Start over. Compelling work toasts knowledge construction — in plainspeak — as well as finds, explains & reforms infinitesimal times-spaces reflected infinitely. Your optimism is required (a) to keep everything open for reform; (b) to understand we are beginning our work, always.
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11/21/18
We were used by the demolition pros,
sliced, etc. Oh
You were fantastic, metallically shaded,
the arms race in recess, ribbons torn down.
This is the bridge.
Have you been?
Tasted great.
And after
Lilacs with mesh
without a searchlight to blemish
the vapor
Polarized as boats
keel and cover rubber planks
across their reflection,
a taste of being shaken flame pink
and orange.
sliced, etc. Oh
You were fantastic, metallically shaded,
the arms race in recess, ribbons torn down.
This is the bridge.
Have you been?
Tasted great.
And after
Lilacs with mesh
without a searchlight to blemish
the vapor
Polarized as boats
keel and cover rubber planks
across their reflection,
a taste of being shaken flame pink
and orange.
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, and not through any art. So I’m defenseless.
Also I’ve saved all your 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, and not through any art. So I’m defenseless.
Also I’ve saved all your robocalls to prove it.
I’m not kidding. No more calls, no pictures, please.
Let’s break up.
Broken, giddy up, trouble maker.
Today I face no opposition. How to pay homage...
My instinct when asked is to inch back
To the moody raw nation where prosody
Jettisons its own use. No half-soothing opponents awake
On top,
No heights at all outward, only a few problem solvers
Off looking into what we broke —
Today I face no opposition. How to pay homage...
My instinct when asked is to inch back
To the moody raw nation where prosody
Jettisons its own use. No half-soothing opponents awake
On top,
No heights at all outward, only a few problem solvers
Off looking into what we broke —
Vile. Vilest. I’ve lots of life parts going in, a series of vignettes, monologues, whatever comes w/ writer’s block undiagnosed. An intersection of an un-demarcated self, motion in unrecognizable patterns, math as therapy and fear of validation. And another thing is a screenplay called Standing Dissolved, My Back to You about a homeless guitar sampler befriended by a yachtsman who hides from the world. They head off exploring Taoism so there’s a lot of take-out. For a documentary short it’s a bracing swim. The guys bond fast and plot their way around eating, watching tv, taking long walks, suffering — all of which figure in my earlier career, more cold-hearted patterns I hadn’t even realized!
11/20/18
Having only a sec, you never know the glutton that needs you.
Someday tho the fragile male coloration returns as a feminine force with tinctures and inaudible signs from a long history of decision making, preparing us for more retrospective behavior, more implicative speech and strict anger management.
It’s a blabbing amateur that needs you — until
his time is up.
Someday tho the fragile male coloration returns as a feminine force with tinctures and inaudible signs from a long history of decision making, preparing us for more retrospective behavior, more implicative speech and strict anger management.
It’s a blabbing amateur that needs you — until
his time is up.
There’s audible glee not being perennially the other and oppressed;
the oppressed are what we avoid when we can be free
on the outside. A natural voice bouquet smolders
w/ the emancipatory normality of assumed dominance.
In better Prada, a louder voice distorting the status-quo on otherworldly streets:
“Where are we going?” This or that way. I guess
so. Not particularly.
Those who still insist on fighting state power, let alone directly taking it over, are immediately accused of being stuck in the ‘old paradigm’: the task today is to resist state power by withdrawing from its scope, subtracting oneself from it, creating new spaces outside its control.
— Savoj Žižek
the oppressed are what we avoid when we can be free
on the outside. A natural voice bouquet smolders
w/ the emancipatory normality of assumed dominance.
In better Prada, a louder voice distorting the status-quo on otherworldly streets:
“Where are we going?” This or that way. I guess
so. Not particularly.
Those who still insist on fighting state power, let alone directly taking it over, are immediately accused of being stuck in the ‘old paradigm’: the task today is to resist state power by withdrawing from its scope, subtracting oneself from it, creating new spaces outside its control.
— Savoj Žižek
17: We don’t want to be a second late — I’m hellbent to get it down again, to write down the beauty in your eyes where numbers number (and poets lie) — hidden with only half the story in time to come.
That said, your grace shows through. May it live twice. Though who will believe your grace without touching you, yours, without offspring stretching into the night, fresh in song and rhyme, alive all through time.
You said no way, I only half like it, meh! / This poet lies
...lies, but no less truth than tongues in ages ahead filled with living rights to so antique a song...
That said, your grace shows through. May it live twice. Though who will believe your grace without touching you, yours, without offspring stretching into the night, fresh in song and rhyme, alive all through time.
You said no way, I only half like it, meh! / This poet lies
...lies, but no less truth than tongues in ages ahead filled with living rights to so antique a song...
The soul (of love) is a theorem, a sweet dying
Desert out of water, a spare dust bunny grinning over interstates
To destroy liquidity.
We begged Mr Soul to go faster and keep at it,
Stick with a superb rocket or racket, rally
For more than shimmering in a mega-lens.
If you can wake that guy up perhaps you should.
Desert out of water, a spare dust bunny grinning over interstates
To destroy liquidity.
We begged Mr Soul to go faster and keep at it,
Stick with a superb rocket or racket, rally
For more than shimmering in a mega-lens.
If you can wake that guy up perhaps you should.
A nonreligion of men, a High Service
Sung along both coasts:
Our people are what makes us / great.
Love and heritage go down together.
The last nonpoem eases the dress code, a bolo tie display on 2 thru 8
For a race of giants (giants are made up pieces of one another in other names).
Love came up short for a few and drove them to forgery. Then shatters.
The taking of whatever works to swat the hand that feeds them,
Sharpening endurance,
Risking focus.
Sung along both coasts:
Our people are what makes us / great.
Love and heritage go down together.
The last nonpoem eases the dress code, a bolo tie display on 2 thru 8
For a race of giants (giants are made up pieces of one another in other names).
Love came up short for a few and drove them to forgery. Then shatters.
The taking of whatever works to swat the hand that feeds them,
Sharpening endurance,
Risking focus.
11/19/18
136: I am nothing. What’s my business? Blind soul systems led me to O you
— whereas checks to you and a receipt are accounted for in secrecy, the password pilfered, your soul knows you are already admitted...
W/ several newer ideas 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 a receipt are accounted for in secrecy, the password pilfered, your soul knows you are already admitted...
W/ several newer ideas 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.
Start for free. Let’s call this the time left.. toward the end of the beginning.
The front gate still won’t front.
How do parallels threaten a referent? And which fox drug is best?
Visuals today are overproduced.
I produce here Spot the dog.. or now one of his infinite surrogates, whose visible micrograms intrude a moment before emptied of visibility. It seems for a time.
Intrusions entail teamwork, coincidentally.
The front gate still won’t front.
How do parallels threaten a referent? And which fox drug is best?
Visuals today are overproduced.
I produce here Spot the dog.. or now one of his infinite surrogates, whose visible micrograms intrude a moment before emptied of visibility. It seems for a time.
Intrusions entail teamwork, coincidentally.
11/18/18
Song: If every frontal-ist were interrupted, we’d never get back.
This is an integument first to seeing speech as transparent. (‘This’
“is” a known pattern of frontal opportunism.) When you’re young
nepotism is also rampant in meaning maybe.
Maybe not as opaque.
Ok. I hear voices in the kitchen. My thoughts freeze in total makeover
as this integument recedes — putting it mockingly — heading back w/ nothing.
This is an integument first to seeing speech as transparent. (‘This’
“is” a known pattern of frontal opportunism.) When you’re young
nepotism is also rampant in meaning maybe.
Maybe not as opaque.
Ok. I hear voices in the kitchen. My thoughts freeze in total makeover
as this integument recedes — putting it mockingly — heading back w/ nothing.
Skepticism is boosted by metonyms.
Ever since, one’s intellect seeks damages. Time to boost actual ideas.
There’s not one left from an emergent zone for lack of despair.
Nothing.. even huge finesse augurs repression and destruction of autonomy from institutional fictive icons.
These icons I believe can’t predict what we’ll face when they take over — hard winds! and there aren’t enough white flags going around to
blanket utterances filling our balloons.
Ever since, one’s intellect seeks damages. Time to boost actual ideas.
There’s not one left from an emergent zone for lack of despair.
Nothing.. even huge finesse augurs repression and destruction of autonomy from institutional fictive icons.
These icons I believe can’t predict what we’ll face when they take over — hard winds! and there aren’t enough white flags going around to
blanket utterances filling our balloons.
Savant and scribe know where all glory goes.
If we’re lucky, principles of mediocrity rule our larger commitments.
Then both can devise a poem for a period of guesswork.
Finish a stretch and my theory gets confused. Confused the way
A rusted barge dries off in sun orange. Or
Danzig is the Wallace Stevens of evil urban clusters..
Ok, this is not Danzig. Clinically proven.
But theory is something else.
If we’re lucky, principles of mediocrity rule our larger commitments.
Then both can devise a poem for a period of guesswork.
Finish a stretch and my theory gets confused. Confused the way
A rusted barge dries off in sun orange. Or
Danzig is the Wallace Stevens of evil urban clusters..
Ok, this is not Danzig. Clinically proven.
But theory is something else.
Sonnet 65:
Cultural boundlessness in impulsive concealment.. it could be a physics meditation held outdoors since last summer. All night flower action evolves stronger, steelier pretexts, jewels — many out of hand.. petals and stems sway over an impregnable riddle.
In time we hold our own, stumbling upon a miracle sonnet holding out for continuity as it were — trademarks of both natural and technical production, mortal yet like summer honey in value or a variable of beauty either way.
Cultural boundlessness in impulsive concealment.. it could be a physics meditation held outdoors since last summer. All night flower action evolves stronger, steelier pretexts, jewels — many out of hand.. petals and stems sway over an impregnable riddle.
In time we hold our own, stumbling upon a miracle sonnet holding out for continuity as it were — trademarks of both natural and technical production, mortal yet like summer honey in value or a variable of beauty either way.
What about how we enjoy free speech — still — to say what some think — but their recipes, or ours, are perfused with vapid bias. Trees in place, defiantly miscellaneous, thanks to a compliant Leitkultur, treeways on a berm, backdrop to civil union with ideal permissions built on headwinds — dormant chaos, lowered public engagement
with as it were or without word craft. Good discourse can scar others, you see, yet you see bare facts slaughtered by pushing on the remote.
Free in summary.
with as it were or without word craft. Good discourse can scar others, you see, yet you see bare facts slaughtered by pushing on the remote.
Free in summary.
Rush to earnest sentiment and keep me there, do me up.
Only four exceptions: I wasn’t speaking to you.
I was speaking to strong, sustained interests of Oil Inc.
Oh, and incidentally, I can’t keep working with you
Looking over my shoulder. Don’t be afraid,
I just kick back and relax, the year will be half over.
Summer .. if I could let myself be completely a nano reading.
I should add I don’t know anything about microspores, also
Heavy pollen, nothing! I should add I’m writing on borrowed-spores.
I haven’t done tranquility either! — not even a feeding..
Making up a to do list! blinded by periodic breakthroughs,
A pragmatics circumvents the will —
The focus is on nothing we won’t do..
Only four exceptions: I wasn’t speaking to you.
I was speaking to strong, sustained interests of Oil Inc.
Oh, and incidentally, I can’t keep working with you
Looking over my shoulder. Don’t be afraid,
I just kick back and relax, the year will be half over.
Summer .. if I could let myself be completely a nano reading.
I should add I don’t know anything about microspores, also
Heavy pollen, nothing! I should add I’m writing on borrowed-spores.
I haven’t done tranquility either! — not even a feeding..
Making up a to do list! blinded by periodic breakthroughs,
A pragmatics circumvents the will —
The focus is on nothing we won’t do..
— Let’s be fair, the partnership was an accident enjoining boosters of equity.
Runic, compared to language proceedings now.
It just snowballed until all frontiers on Earth were taken under one rule.
Our slogan has been restated: Bodies of formulae destroy discourse until only style prevails.
(Yay..)
Runic, compared to language proceedings now.
It just snowballed until all frontiers on Earth were taken under one rule.
Our slogan has been restated: Bodies of formulae destroy discourse until only style prevails.
(Yay..)
11/17/18
I picked up in a flier my soul is a hypothesis. A fish out of water surfing coastal states to destroy his wiggly self. Since we live in new enterprises and ecologies, you and I begged him to learn to swim further and stick with a sublimely cute topic, to rally for more than this textual ceramic holding a spray of looking glass.
Warning: It’s impossible to separate understatement from early performance; both are adolescent in an admissible sense, pitch. So that’s how cave and landscape can be felt, my sovereign.
Next, an inevitable database advances to burn out your swing — try living on meeting death half-way hapless (and deceitful), sensing value contingent. Warning: The underground minimizes collisions within a dominant tribal identity or trance. That opium waterfall is waiting, on a bender. What comes first is calm to recover and / or replace each close-to-noble escape route on ahead.
Next, an inevitable database advances to burn out your swing — try living on meeting death half-way hapless (and deceitful), sensing value contingent. Warning: The underground minimizes collisions within a dominant tribal identity or trance. That opium waterfall is waiting, on a bender. What comes first is calm to recover and / or replace each close-to-noble escape route on ahead.
43: There is your dead-of-night agreement to let me in. Iron clad. Skull with putty.
Urgent, dizzy, it all comes down to earth time in dreams, darkly bright, best seen directed darkly.
The more you put on earth, you know shadows, shades, colorations are evidence of imperfect (un)seeing, but blessed (made more adhesive) and happy when looking on you.
It’s much clearer in the light. Yes. Quick. This is a speaking animal in heavy sleep, you remember regression —
all days are nights and nights bright days. Time’s up.
Urgent, dizzy, it all comes down to earth time in dreams, darkly bright, best seen directed darkly.
The more you put on earth, you know shadows, shades, colorations are evidence of imperfect (un)seeing, but blessed (made more adhesive) and happy when looking on you.
It’s much clearer in the light. Yes. Quick. This is a speaking animal in heavy sleep, you remember regression —
all days are nights and nights bright days. Time’s up.
Our cabin has not improved. It’s being set.
For all appearances nothing lurid was due at signing.
But I am confused, sin
-ce claimant to the photogenic vitamin to stop bleeding
is not a complete thought, lacking nouns and predicate, useless
as a future maxim in dissent tho settling in
meaning in a way — like a raincoat of moods, no rain.
Only my thank you for queuing up for assent.
For all appearances nothing lurid was due at signing.
But I am confused, sin
-ce claimant to the photogenic vitamin to stop bleeding
is not a complete thought, lacking nouns and predicate, useless
as a future maxim in dissent tho settling in
meaning in a way — like a raincoat of moods, no rain.
Only my thank you for queuing up for assent.
40 winters: a sorry concentrate: I went broke to be indebted.
Unable to owe enough. Do enough.
An international scale now attributes innovation and its subprograms, scary-loud at first, yet comic ultimatums as dreams seem to centralize, acquiring a new fixed order.
So what if I say prompts an assembly of torn Gillette letters and fractioned decimals?
Simple-torn versus complex debt proving my excuses add up in successions under laws of physics.
Unable to owe enough. Do enough.
An international scale now attributes innovation and its subprograms, scary-loud at first, yet comic ultimatums as dreams seem to centralize, acquiring a new fixed order.
So what if I say prompts an assembly of torn Gillette letters and fractioned decimals?
Simple-torn versus complex debt proving my excuses add up in successions under laws of physics.
11/16/18
112: Do you like spiral staircases, scandals that strive to branch out to no one alive in so profound an abysm?
Facts are a marketplace whose figures look green when least derivative. Volatile objective content triumphs. Right or wrong it’s kind of a snob racket (Charles B).
Our nervous system can distort music in an adder’s sense, Charles might say, to emphasize changes in snaking, radial evil neglected by the super ego. B is for Bukowski.
Facts are a marketplace whose figures look green when least derivative. Volatile objective content triumphs. Right or wrong it’s kind of a snob racket (Charles B).
Our nervous system can distort music in an adder’s sense, Charles might say, to emphasize changes in snaking, radial evil neglected by the super ego. B is for Bukowski.
Testimony, transit to.
To float in Buddhist undercurrents from work by a mature avantist is not much of a surprise. We know one poet and others as bona fide avantists, demeanors of a calming, enlightened refusal that likely rubbed off during their intake of an illusory social imagination. Or don’t know.
(Also refusal.)
To float in Buddhist undercurrents from work by a mature avantist is not much of a surprise. We know one poet and others as bona fide avantists, demeanors of a calming, enlightened refusal that likely rubbed off during their intake of an illusory social imagination. Or don’t know.
(Also refusal.)
Something else came up. Anthropomorphism.
And what’s not mentioned expands underground.
This is as lightning gains on fog. Lightning ‘understands’
it’s disassociated. Has nothing to transact, no product.
If I don’t buy this, I’m the product.
How is it fire tears up fluid in sparks fog glows around
and falls out with grey streaks that look glazed or remedial —
I have the same trouble when I shop for oil and details —
past the details and expanse of the seven seas.
And what’s not mentioned expands underground.
This is as lightning gains on fog. Lightning ‘understands’
it’s disassociated. Has nothing to transact, no product.
If I don’t buy this, I’m the product.
How is it fire tears up fluid in sparks fog glows around
and falls out with grey streaks that look glazed or remedial —
I have the same trouble when I shop for oil and details —
past the details and expanse of the seven seas.
11/15/18
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Come on, don’t let me down.
Someday all this will be yours. A few
City blocks that lean socialist, an oblique, neat,
Untapped atmosphere w/ corners of slovenly
Housekeeping and, worse, earnest alignment,
Reading strung out everywhere. Living
Nonchronologically simulates the senses; these new scents
Went in circles as tho undressing.. sidestepping
Into some prowess of floating rare, unquietly new —
Come on, don’t let me down.
Someday all this will be yours. A few
City blocks that lean socialist, an oblique, neat,
Untapped atmosphere w/ corners of slovenly
Housekeeping and, worse, earnest alignment,
Reading strung out everywhere. Living
Nonchronologically simulates the senses; these new scents
Went in circles as tho undressing.. sidestepping
Into some prowess of floating rare, unquietly new —
Marriage season. The mood passes, theory laden. From desolating satire to
Constant assumptions you parrot for executive control.
Who designs your utterances? Finitism Holding firm in the wilds where signaling is slowly ignited
“In the slumbering gaze” parallel kill and be killed, united obliteration.
Constant assumptions you parrot for executive control.
Who designs your utterances? Finitism Holding firm in the wilds where signaling is slowly ignited
“In the slumbering gaze” parallel kill and be killed, united obliteration.
In a Deux Magots adaptation
robots embrace the free market. This was pronounced in penetrating tones
over a pale rain of weather tariffs and theater buzz. Blameless, nonetheless free of anguish for a moment yet drifters in their virtual doubt.. ..there’s enterprise in others’ victimhood, each higher up robot will argue going forward.
robots embrace the free market. This was pronounced in penetrating tones
over a pale rain of weather tariffs and theater buzz. Blameless, nonetheless free of anguish for a moment yet drifters in their virtual doubt.. ..there’s enterprise in others’ victimhood, each higher up robot will argue going forward.
74: I agree to your bail. Security should have conducted a more scholarly pat down.
We are under arrest but you’ve lost nothing. You’re mine.
Ten to one, better parts of our street rep show up in literature and data tracking. Faint Milano opera on one receiver as a memorial.
When you have a chance to review, I think this will be due you. Layers of my spirit are made yours & any remains have no life to leap to, no death, either — carried away then having some interest in what’s going down on this wretched yet contented earth, all it contains, even this line.
We are under arrest but you’ve lost nothing. You’re mine.
Ten to one, better parts of our street rep show up in literature and data tracking. Faint Milano opera on one receiver as a memorial.
When you have a chance to review, I think this will be due you. Layers of my spirit are made yours & any remains have no life to leap to, no death, either — carried away then having some interest in what’s going down on this wretched yet contented earth, all it contains, even this line.
This is a short study. Or it was. Youth is that impressionable.
Ultra blurry, anamorphic, sung movement bound by writing it down — it occurs in the latest forms of repayment,
— you
weigh nothing in and get no credit, no
spectral, tiny swaggering to cash in.
As it comes to end, there’s a substitution agreement containing someone to look up to
along with me, in force, pulled on from inside.
— or yeah, pulled awake more than once w/ a face, a filled out line. Then lines. Smiling lessons.
Ultra blurry, anamorphic, sung movement bound by writing it down — it occurs in the latest forms of repayment,
— you
weigh nothing in and get no credit, no
spectral, tiny swaggering to cash in.
As it comes to end, there’s a substitution agreement containing someone to look up to
along with me, in force, pulled on from inside.
— or yeah, pulled awake more than once w/ a face, a filled out line. Then lines. Smiling lessons.
11/14/18
Blackened windows:
We know we don’t know
Facts are a marketplace,
A rendezvous to encapsulate sleights of tongue.
I’ll have sherry Pepsi. And just the sardines.
I’m sorry this happened. I was going to stay
from the moment we set the stage squinting within representation,
getting some miles in, taking them on board, putting them in mind
of a menial photorealism.
We know we don’t know
Facts are a marketplace,
A rendezvous to encapsulate sleights of tongue.
I’ll have sherry Pepsi. And just the sardines.
I’m sorry this happened. I was going to stay
from the moment we set the stage squinting within representation,
getting some miles in, taking them on board, putting them in mind
of a menial photorealism.
I’m dating other cast members while I go thru systems
as in your own speech act II.
We’ve gone over this.
You look great in text, available when I promise not to rewrite.
Before I’m never to see you again of course there’s a way unfolding since the Enlightenment to take you out, shake you tamed,
Dart
as in your own speech act II.
We’ve gone over this.
You look great in text, available when I promise not to rewrite.
Before I’m never to see you again of course there’s a way unfolding since the Enlightenment to take you out, shake you tamed,
Dart
My quandary repeats among aromas from hydrangea in labor
Yet it’s with Bonnard’s visuals of pleasure I’d be holding you for conniving to carpet silence. O Amerigo —
Another wish never fulfilled, you and I round off contrasting demands of flimsy seriality and sequence, conquering death with more choices and abundance.
Yet it’s with Bonnard’s visuals of pleasure I’d be holding you for conniving to carpet silence. O Amerigo —
Another wish never fulfilled, you and I round off contrasting demands of flimsy seriality and sequence, conquering death with more choices and abundance.
110: What are resonators for but to effect command of offenses we’re uncertain of or we sold cheap. There’s nothing but our affection left, my best of love. Love’s confinement a desperate measure, and it’s true in reckless hands, yet for silent partners there’s depth to surface and mostly un-despairing perceptions (grinding teeth, looking on truth) of what won’t be contained between us. All of the above.
Context becomes the e.r. Something is definitely prolonging this.
Like a race of giants, welcome to we’re not so much friends.
Saving a life you can break the law to shoulder perfection.
Not now. We’re one another in other names. Later I use yours to get head.
The brightness was shunting into red day until emotional exchange crested and dissolved like the right emissions, close to you.
Like a race of giants, welcome to we’re not so much friends.
Saving a life you can break the law to shoulder perfection.
Not now. We’re one another in other names. Later I use yours to get head.
The brightness was shunting into red day until emotional exchange crested and dissolved like the right emissions, close to you.
11/13/18
You don’t even have to be interesting.
T hat doesn’t sound right.
Always repeat what appeals to you.
I’m captioning this Token Austerity, sleep-laden.
Copy-fitting is more profitable than deep discounts.
W e need to see everything before it’s retouched out.
This is a new policy to block deletions that go missing.
T hat doesn’t sound right.
Always repeat what appeals to you.
I’m captioning this Token Austerity, sleep-laden.
Copy-fitting is more profitable than deep discounts.
W e need to see everything before it’s retouched out.
This is a new policy to block deletions that go missing.
Full expression is expected yet ruinous ahead of patterned, glimmering haze surrounding the powerful, dating them; you know, that level of glamorous self regard goes high. It’s impossible to remember most of what they say. If all we do is seduce and denote conquests, we lose. We lose austere joys, cloud dogma, sculpture perpetrated out of wire in scentless comfort, winter’s coming skies. Scentless discomfort, too.
Cupid fell into swelter in unnamed aroma orts
that led his black olive dogs to you, making clear
Cupid in a blouse, Cupid’s blank stare =
a blast furnace giving heat.
Cupid pulls the curtains to reveal a street, dog-permitted
yards, outside where pet people pass by in walk-on parts.
One doesn’t know any more
if there are good times or bad ahead of war.
that led his black olive dogs to you, making clear
Cupid in a blouse, Cupid’s blank stare =
a blast furnace giving heat.
Cupid pulls the curtains to reveal a street, dog-permitted
yards, outside where pet people pass by in walk-on parts.
One doesn’t know any more
if there are good times or bad ahead of war.
33: I may not be deep enough; loose alliteration masks that, only maybe
— maybe I’ve got a thought altering ‘mentalist’ landscape up my sleeve.
My love is the sun in the morning .. You have a roundish face, green eyes and a slender yet blunt nose that hardens your otherwise sad, unrecognizable features and your sovereign eyes.
When I read about alchemy and ‘splendor’ I keep wiping tears from my neck, but I never read the sun in the morning as love before I met you.
— maybe I’ve got a thought altering ‘mentalist’ landscape up my sleeve.
My love is the sun in the morning .. You have a roundish face, green eyes and a slender yet blunt nose that hardens your otherwise sad, unrecognizable features and your sovereign eyes.
When I read about alchemy and ‘splendor’ I keep wiping tears from my neck, but I never read the sun in the morning as love before I met you.
I’m auditing theses in time or opinion
For an interpretive opera about local accents.
I listen for: Ya,
It’s a question of escalating to inhabit received logic.
I’mretracting what I think I hear, why ya, I’m
Concentrating on songs from colors, naming touching sounds.
Oblique accents patrol in symmetry, in a body
Like yours, pushing the most obvious among woken arts, song
Gripping you, on slanted footing under your influence.
Ha baby.
For an interpretive opera about local accents.
I listen for: Ya,
It’s a question of escalating to inhabit received logic.
I’mretracting what I think I hear, why ya, I’m
Concentrating on songs from colors, naming touching sounds.
Oblique accents patrol in symmetry, in a body
Like yours, pushing the most obvious among woken arts, song
Gripping you, on slanted footing under your influence.
Ha baby.
1st proponents of holding go on.
Sometimes when a slob takes over
For seconds, sloppy seconds — versus
Achieving something.. Babylonians counted a lot.
We remember them for progress.
2018 now in a back position that puts
Shame to shame. My right.
You’re wrong, 2 new tattoos,
Change your name. You
Can move on and do independently produced things.
We talked about this on video
Last night.
Sometimes when a slob takes over
For seconds, sloppy seconds — versus
Achieving something.. Babylonians counted a lot.
We remember them for progress.
2018 now in a back position that puts
Shame to shame. My right.
You’re wrong, 2 new tattoos,
Change your name. You
Can move on and do independently produced things.
We talked about this on video
Last night.
11/12/18
Alfred Starr Hamilton has been on poets’ short lists at the balcony edge for 40 or more years, but he’s undergoing “rediscovery.” A stack of Hamilton’s letters to the Montclair police is “the year’s least likely literary find.” The letter excerpted in The Times reads like poetry. For counters of endurable fame, it’s another 15 minutes.
— August, 2010
— August, 2010
I am is still here, the body’s purring could not be put off. (One dissipates the other.) And one sorority reviews egg whites in their spare, bubbly zeal to outpace an apparatus (not properly issued to commentary).
*
Wrong. Constantly wrong. (Seriously? But why is identity.)
[...can’t stop it...through
language [going in] [out...] cheesy time lapses in which [animating backward] speech & narrative continuity become incrementally
transformed into deep structure affixing Old Norse phonemes to nonobserving verbs. ]
That far down is how my head is cleared.
Still if we had grounds I’d subside higher up having you weed out caution.
I call this on leaving you.
*
Wrong. Constantly wrong. (Seriously? But why is identity.)
[...can’t stop it...through
language [going in] [out...] cheesy time lapses in which [animating backward] speech & narrative continuity become incrementally
transformed into deep structure affixing Old Norse phonemes to nonobserving verbs. ]
That far down is how my head is cleared.
Still if we had grounds I’d subside higher up having you weed out caution.
I call this on leaving you.
Ethical epitomes go against the grain. Maybe grains.. What are spurious resonators for .. to attempt command of natural selection and a jillion bloodlines.
Um.. there’s nothing but an eye
blush of heat that measures desperate ‘orders’ you put in reckless hands —
Don’t forget the silent partners ripening for future citings in green, un-despairing usage summaries...
Brilliant. Breathing new life, we’ve had hundreds w/ crazy coats of arms.
Look at you.
Um.. there’s nothing but an eye
blush of heat that measures desperate ‘orders’ you put in reckless hands —
Don’t forget the silent partners ripening for future citings in green, un-despairing usage summaries...
Brilliant. Breathing new life, we’ve had hundreds w/ crazy coats of arms.
Look at you.
83: Life with Mr Juice comes up short — charm
-ing & familiar — unfair tenderness in a paper sack.
Hostess Wheel Clacker, bike spinner & fake license & plate.
A poet’s debt.
I found (or again I thought in silence)
Your eyes are nagging me for more .. admit you miss modern art & text devices.
You miss the first drag. Painting
Mr Juice imagines my wearing her new credentials
As an inner being when others would give life.. I have nothing set.
Have you read, praise & worth get ten percent of their daily
Calories from soda & smoking — sleeping to excess
Mute beauties become bilingual.
As I never slept for my sins
Thereon I’m barren as I am dumb.
-ing & familiar — unfair tenderness in a paper sack.
Hostess Wheel Clacker, bike spinner & fake license & plate.
A poet’s debt.
I found (or again I thought in silence)
Your eyes are nagging me for more .. admit you miss modern art & text devices.
You miss the first drag. Painting
Mr Juice imagines my wearing her new credentials
As an inner being when others would give life.. I have nothing set.
Have you read, praise & worth get ten percent of their daily
Calories from soda & smoking — sleeping to excess
Mute beauties become bilingual.
As I never slept for my sins
Thereon I’m barren as I am dumb.
Violence takes over. Breathtaking.
Auto-electrocuted. But calmed down. No more tv, due to sore thumbs. There’s a dual nature of justice going around in “resentment and forgiveness” with high notes we won’t deflate. My muggy, fantastic tenor, jittery, soundless often, active against the v meme. But I reach points at which violence is traceable and draws me in.
Auto-electrocuted. But calmed down. No more tv, due to sore thumbs. There’s a dual nature of justice going around in “resentment and forgiveness” with high notes we won’t deflate. My muggy, fantastic tenor, jittery, soundless often, active against the v meme. But I reach points at which violence is traceable and draws me in.
Credo: You’re good doing this.
Just
Report to command centers for the new pricing, lest
Misery and universality look a lot better. Go. Fees balanced. Get out!
After.. there are vector
Utilities (direct flares) for expressing blinking enzymes. I believe we never saw them before.
Burn, turn, run away
Suffering coincidence in time
To hit the meaning of just whose future is come..
Just
Report to command centers for the new pricing, lest
Misery and universality look a lot better. Go. Fees balanced. Get out!
After.. there are vector
Utilities (direct flares) for expressing blinking enzymes. I believe we never saw them before.
Burn, turn, run away
Suffering coincidence in time
To hit the meaning of just whose future is come..
11/11/18
I’m a year and a half late. In choosing what rubs me wrong or why I don’t want to be seen with you or apologize for one more ode, can I eat something?
I repeat.
I’m making an ode to autumn and then winter, coming on, just getting to you. As marriages go it’s not all bad. I owe my bros an apology. (Not you.) My better half too. It’s just an exchange.
Summer!
I repeat.
I’m making an ode to autumn and then winter, coming on, just getting to you. As marriages go it’s not all bad. I owe my bros an apology. (Not you.) My better half too. It’s just an exchange.
Summer!
4: Unthrifty = extravagant; nothing = nothing.
To traffic in deception, record your writing. Take fast notes
.. and I’m being frank, beauty lent to you
will oppose given facts of previous loveliness gone unused —
a perplexed legacy taken outside why or what’s acceptable
to audit profit and thrift. I’m lending you
my saddle for your extrication from delirium ..
Love whom else? Is it largess for me or you to go free? In a coin flip, we
traffic with fog to bequest lilac-dark in the air
spending upon you and me
so great a denatured octagonal gloom
by our own natures, sum of sums, we must take our notes alone.
To traffic in deception, record your writing. Take fast notes
.. and I’m being frank, beauty lent to you
will oppose given facts of previous loveliness gone unused —
a perplexed legacy taken outside why or what’s acceptable
to audit profit and thrift. I’m lending you
my saddle for your extrication from delirium ..
Love whom else? Is it largess for me or you to go free? In a coin flip, we
traffic with fog to bequest lilac-dark in the air
spending upon you and me
so great a denatured octagonal gloom
by our own natures, sum of sums, we must take our notes alone.
A warm nearly winter day.
Solved for the resplendent spelling, but not remorse.
Now it’s a year later, a fine day emanating
good news tho.
Typo, I’m late; it’s fitting, weeping inside before you go away.
Not at rest, circumspect. (I’m just beginning...)
Well, most every worry or mistake is bilateral, based on trying to review
Hellish varieties of you getting fingerprinted in eight
Perspectives, after the xvith-century Italian drawings..
..The stars are early, out and out of their miseries
One boomerang day after another. Every day’s
Important, I see. I remember your aroma, surnamed olive di quelli
illuminati.
Solved for the resplendent spelling, but not remorse.
Now it’s a year later, a fine day emanating
good news tho.
Typo, I’m late; it’s fitting, weeping inside before you go away.
Not at rest, circumspect. (I’m just beginning...)
Well, most every worry or mistake is bilateral, based on trying to review
Hellish varieties of you getting fingerprinted in eight
Perspectives, after the xvith-century Italian drawings..
..The stars are early, out and out of their miseries
One boomerang day after another. Every day’s
Important, I see. I remember your aroma, surnamed olive di quelli
illuminati.
Frame: A diminished mood will be buoyed by scatterings of photos and books, many unread. Cast more atextual sources our way as fodder for your new faculties for text, new ontological components for bringing up temp and humidity composing, as well as subprocesses harder to isolate and observe as they flood into short term memory. Keep the Fed in balance for two (or three of you, as many as you like). Liberal arts breaks further from esthetic scholasticism, inventing new suppositions for research and intimacy. After government, wiry empirical jolts, with semblances of enmeshment in a readymade mood and control structure parallel to voc ed for poetics; appliance hint: metronome.
11/10/18
I went to hell with you.
You gave me hiccups back when, floor six. Now my senses are restored.
The unoccupied mind long overdue.
And I’m back in my vertigo seat, reading over and writing disciplined boilerplate. The Greeks added vowels. Their editors’ marble thought structure swarming with pleasant memories.
You gave me hiccups back when, floor six. Now my senses are restored.
The unoccupied mind long overdue.
And I’m back in my vertigo seat, reading over and writing disciplined boilerplate. The Greeks added vowels. Their editors’ marble thought structure swarming with pleasant memories.
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.
25: No dying here, let those in favor never be removed. Prost!
A few words travel, ‘unlooked for,’ calibrated by our ruckus / doing-the-honors spoken (rather than speaking) in a larger-scale dialectic —
an epistemic war and invite as outreach where all the jazz wears off. It’s triumph!
After, for a frown, a thousand victories once buried pride / the sun’s eye.
We’re happy we can boast of love in favor of love fresh from the book,
love whose fortune spread joy we honor most.
A few words travel, ‘unlooked for,’ calibrated by our ruckus / doing-the-honors spoken (rather than speaking) in a larger-scale dialectic —
an epistemic war and invite as outreach where all the jazz wears off. It’s triumph!
After, for a frown, a thousand victories once buried pride / the sun’s eye.
We’re happy we can boast of love in favor of love fresh from the book,
love whose fortune spread joy we honor most.
Your snobbishness killed us, them.
No monks wrote the inscription for our ashes, reading: Just because we’re not there to floodlight what we know from swimming exhausted doesn’t mean we weren’t Bodhis / each physique w/ hammer in hand. Nailing our souls together takes a moment of our lives that we don’t have, don’t love, don’t rate.
Whatever takes substance and breadth, we’re not doing it!
No monks wrote the inscription for our ashes, reading: Just because we’re not there to floodlight what we know from swimming exhausted doesn’t mean we weren’t Bodhis / each physique w/ hammer in hand. Nailing our souls together takes a moment of our lives that we don’t have, don’t love, don’t rate.
Whatever takes substance and breadth, we’re not doing it!
Crime: The noun to which much is given.
Can you spot the q and a between shorelines?
While in the time and motion garden, a parallel door banged thru the night.
I hugged rugged trees in the upstart foreground, our encampment after
Ridiculous, I guess.. juxtaposed, dative..
Anglophone atonal fuzzy. It’s so. We know it when we hear it,
Anacoluthon.
Can you spot the q and a between shorelines?
While in the time and motion garden, a parallel door banged thru the night.
I hugged rugged trees in the upstart foreground, our encampment after
Ridiculous, I guess.. juxtaposed, dative..
Anglophone atonal fuzzy. It’s so. We know it when we hear it,
Anacoluthon.
11/9/18
Classics are for romantics like the Raveonettes.
I digress: y+z (1-x) is a blind patch of petit point. Kissing is sick. It’s bad for you but wasn’t as destructive as the filching of imitation.
Anyway, kissing where you are is so blatantly filled with what it spreads everywhere completely negating its purpose.
So why does it get processed in your eyes through history?
Maybe I’m a critic who’s decided to blab about all the wealth we have coming.
I digress: y+z (1-x) is a blind patch of petit point. Kissing is sick. It’s bad for you but wasn’t as destructive as the filching of imitation.
Anyway, kissing where you are is so blatantly filled with what it spreads everywhere completely negating its purpose.
So why does it get processed in your eyes through history?
Maybe I’m a critic who’s decided to blab about all the wealth we have coming.
Attention.
As you advance, there are four surveillance cultures from which to plagiarize a response, while materials become more complex, building on what’s been put into the record.
Is that all you’re having for dinner? Explanations that transform.
One will need a clearer message for individual agency on the descent. There’s no humor in discretion. Wind in your hair makes us sick.
As you advance, there are four surveillance cultures from which to plagiarize a response, while materials become more complex, building on what’s been put into the record.
Is that all you’re having for dinner? Explanations that transform.
One will need a clearer message for individual agency on the descent. There’s no humor in discretion. Wind in your hair makes us sick.
What’s the worst that can happen? Leave now.
For your misrule, striking down the Voting Rights Act.
Um, ok, yes, surely.
Open the curtains.
And de-peopled points trip up not speaking for months
(critical moments you thought), the
meanwhile finding my direction as I thought of you —
So it never happened.
For your misrule, striking down the Voting Rights Act.
Um, ok, yes, surely.
Open the curtains.
And de-peopled points trip up not speaking for months
(critical moments you thought), the
meanwhile finding my direction as I thought of you —
So it never happened.
16: It’s hard to do a mock-up & care. One idea for you, keep still giving yourself away.
You have no better, no sweeter skill than to fortify my grasp and rhyme with me.
Girls, boyfriends, gardens, “outward fair,”
Nothing less! No less and still another idea for you standing happier than the rest — only a wish.
To make you live in the eyes of all living now .. only an idea, yet unset.
I can’t tell you I don’t care.
You have no better, no sweeter skill than to fortify my grasp and rhyme with me.
Girls, boyfriends, gardens, “outward fair,”
Nothing less! No less and still another idea for you standing happier than the rest — only a wish.
To make you live in the eyes of all living now .. only an idea, yet unset.
I can’t tell you I don’t care.
Pantoum: given a key, you lose it
— shifting attention but staying in touch.
I forget functioning ghost towns caked with tire tracks,
I draw a blank on jailhouse interiors and decades of Tonka trucks
[...there is a far outside [...] only it’s already here [what we breathe] below, which is
Immature, impulsive...] [as above]
— I forget empirical relationships the most, the visual force of
a “mottled taxonomy,”
Complaints and sworn declarations,
I forget meeting you.
— shifting attention but staying in touch.
I forget functioning ghost towns caked with tire tracks,
I draw a blank on jailhouse interiors and decades of Tonka trucks
[...there is a far outside [...] only it’s already here [what we breathe] below, which is
Immature, impulsive...] [as above]
— I forget empirical relationships the most, the visual force of
a “mottled taxonomy,”
Complaints and sworn declarations,
I forget meeting you.
11/8/18
Don’t expect me after all.
Even if we kiss later, it saddens one to inform the boss
You’re not serious, never are.
Like you we’re turning state’s evidence holding on to meet
even newer phenomena (‘stolen parts’
To run over) any & all mayhem coming unannounced (achieved)
Or some won’t since you and I polished the text equations,
Already saying goodbye takes us far up the jet trail! quelling fear of want-
Ing pain. You never can tell. I won’t.
Even if we kiss later, it saddens one to inform the boss
You’re not serious, never are.
Like you we’re turning state’s evidence holding on to meet
even newer phenomena (‘stolen parts’
To run over) any & all mayhem coming unannounced (achieved)
Or some won’t since you and I polished the text equations,
Already saying goodbye takes us far up the jet trail! quelling fear of want-
Ing pain. You never can tell. I won’t.
How could I be so foolish in bed, you ask.
The matter at hand is you.
There are subtitles, various languages. I’ll pen and ink while staying awake and translate the exposed back of another dreaming.
Nothing accrues but there’s a lifetime of waking thoughts.
I’m bringing you up, taking this from the back to the throat. (You asked.)
Sleeping has nothing to do with nothing.
The matter at hand is you.
There are subtitles, various languages. I’ll pen and ink while staying awake and translate the exposed back of another dreaming.
Nothing accrues but there’s a lifetime of waking thoughts.
I’m bringing you up, taking this from the back to the throat. (You asked.)
Sleeping has nothing to do with nothing.
Morality can’t be beat.
No amnesty? A ship was on the way
from mare nostrum
or / & like crustaceans we gave in, up to now.
Blinds drawn, our preachy, scavenged opacity fills w/ sang-froid riches of dark matter, soaking in its stygian pedigree.
Before that yoga is fantastic, a civilizing coterie added to survival space & entered into w/ a worldview w/out achieving access to felt qualities.
No amnesty? A ship was on the way
from mare nostrum
or / & like crustaceans we gave in, up to now.
Blinds drawn, our preachy, scavenged opacity fills w/ sang-froid riches of dark matter, soaking in its stygian pedigree.
Before that yoga is fantastic, a civilizing coterie added to survival space & entered into w/ a worldview w/out achieving access to felt qualities.
15: It’s your last day of youth when you throw trust out, sight and now telepathy — you’ll never feel his perfect arms around you again. Never feel the wet air on your skin, or wake up in his sap on his secret warm bed, you’re done, no chance to influence, to comment, to try again for anything, not even for something you’re not. And I’m not.
I can’t do any better than what I’ve changed for love of you.
I can’t do any better than what I’ve changed for love of you.
De facto: eye contact is defensive but our strategies around it are consensual. Narcosis starts to drift toward humane sense that’s forbidden. (And all we did was tie up our shirts.) This is how contingency turns to prayer, making patterns to and from alterations sited within a figure/chicken-ground/egg round robin.
At the same time I condemn and mourn meritocracy. For all men are servants (JC et al.) that nonetheless practice geometry to respect the brain. (I don’t think it’s called Trampoland for nothing.)
At the same time I condemn and mourn meritocracy. For all men are servants (JC et al.) that nonetheless practice geometry to respect the brain. (I don’t think it’s called Trampoland for nothing.)
11/7/18
My area is interpretive search...list after list... You’re always not talking. I get your point (approbation without the tedium of concrete argument).
Capital is redeemable as abstractions change in all directions yet barely pertain, and why should they? Why? What’s on our minds will be low on your practical list, even lower than that. Off list.
Capital brings about physical causation, lists and causes, abstracts themselves.
Capital brings about physical causation, lists and causes, abstracts themselves.
59: Sonnets are ok, nothing new here — going backwards —
Let’s labor through
this ostentatious luncheon in old world pensiveness,
self-admiring praise.
I might see more, fool my brain mended by your image but your fly is open.
Stay in character.
O sure you’re freaked by what antique words
dig up and how re-inventions get composed, but we have to keep our wits —
looking backwards under whose
thumb? And am I yours?
Let’s labor through
this ostentatious luncheon in old world pensiveness,
self-admiring praise.
I might see more, fool my brain mended by your image but your fly is open.
Stay in character.
O sure you’re freaked by what antique words
dig up and how re-inventions get composed, but we have to keep our wits —
looking backwards under whose
thumb? And am I yours?
Cocktails, 4:00 am.
Dissonance born of necessity, one dialog reflects gritty, blind optimism via violence.
Are you healthy enough for this perfection?
A little off, ok — speaking the usual way subverts expectations.
Stencils of our doctrine line up behind others
As good critique pays homage to paying homage, finding its subject.
Dissonance born of necessity, one dialog reflects gritty, blind optimism via violence.
Are you healthy enough for this perfection?
A little off, ok — speaking the usual way subverts expectations.
Stencils of our doctrine line up behind others
As good critique pays homage to paying homage, finding its subject.
Here’s another centerpiece to explain how flowers are cut in plurals of progression.
Iconoclasts count on progressions in a series, along with an allure of falling fortunes (they did).
From the center literally nothing granted as good as your word.
Then it’s a poem.
Months later, fine timing
Since you waited to listen, not empower others.
Now everything belongs hiding in plain sight, living unhinged, no limits. A fact, also
a point... an ornamental one; our brain / body fiber pierced day, night, point b...
Iconoclasts count on progressions in a series, along with an allure of falling fortunes (they did).
From the center literally nothing granted as good as your word.
Then it’s a poem.
Months later, fine timing
Since you waited to listen, not empower others.
Now everything belongs hiding in plain sight, living unhinged, no limits. A fact, also
a point... an ornamental one; our brain / body fiber pierced day, night, point b...
11/6/18
Tomorrow will mete out facts to impel more comfortable indeterminacy — for now anxious telepaths, minus me, rush nimbus-wet in devotion to their next decimal of the property. I’m not anxious and this might be why we’ll read over the presentation, juggle a few heads
and let you know when. Tomorrow or much later now.
and let you know when. Tomorrow or much later now.
It’s pie for you now to set yourself free through what you don’t know — that takes a kind of thou shalt resurvey, needing practice and achieved overviews. The verbatim relishes living among a slew of lucky design ideas orphaned to an alien ethnicity, busted out of place, in the wrong skin and age.
(Welcome home.)
(Welcome home.)
29: I am deaf, “bootless” you say, never hearing from you I’m scorned, despised, all alone for desiring you...
Yet I make a fortune wishing, thinking of you when? when disgraced
Remembering hymns for love rich in hope, wealth, art, a human’s scope.
How human eyes awake, rise at dawn from birth onward, an outcast state without you, when..
Almost enjoined as to the sullen lark least contented, almost cursed —
Looking on, singing from earth, thinking of you through break of day.
Yet I make a fortune wishing, thinking of you when? when disgraced
Remembering hymns for love rich in hope, wealth, art, a human’s scope.
How human eyes awake, rise at dawn from birth onward, an outcast state without you, when..
Almost enjoined as to the sullen lark least contented, almost cursed —
Looking on, singing from earth, thinking of you through break of day.
Prayer: I can steel myself to make something up and call it mine...
Seems asinine, puzzling. Renascent:
I might also mean prayer can be textually modern as respectable Eurocentrics undress for survival, avoiding careers, soaking up the city among savages of their own design.
What happened, you look so radiant?
I’m my own boss.
May a zealous counterculture dart sweetly to life! May it help us solve you and me for X!
when we let them.
Own then discard a tuxedo.
Seems asinine, puzzling. Renascent:
I might also mean prayer can be textually modern as respectable Eurocentrics undress for survival, avoiding careers, soaking up the city among savages of their own design.
What happened, you look so radiant?
I’m my own boss.
May a zealous counterculture dart sweetly to life! May it help us solve you and me for X!
when we let them.
Own then discard a tuxedo.
Softly speaking, I thought of you.
I explained the other time.
The time we saw a dart has feathers and flies, works the crowd. And something came up. The curvatures of spacetime bled into overtime, ideals I thought you stored overseas — they came back in a screw-up, gleaming like platters out of our grandparents’ era. The gene spreaders (at grandparents’ dinner table) were thrown out before we got to know them.
I explained the other time.
The time we saw a dart has feathers and flies, works the crowd. And something came up. The curvatures of spacetime bled into overtime, ideals I thought you stored overseas — they came back in a screw-up, gleaming like platters out of our grandparents’ era. The gene spreaders (at grandparents’ dinner table) were thrown out before we got to know them.
11/5/18
32: You’re reserved outdoors, for your love adds layers
And exempts us from showing up to enchain, knife, subdue..
That’s once reaching heights of happier men but none like you.
Satie playing, giving away what we’re better at
— gosh! I read a generation in tears warms up loving style.
Poor from love, a class struggles thinking it’s for real.
The struggle, not the tears.
And exempts us from showing up to enchain, knife, subdue..
That’s once reaching heights of happier men but none like you.
Satie playing, giving away what we’re better at
— gosh! I read a generation in tears warms up loving style.
Poor from love, a class struggles thinking it’s for real.
The struggle, not the tears.
Guards stood tall in part over parcels. Now they tell me to take off my belt. Your belt.
My impression is each motion serves a purpose. A higher light according to utopians hoisted in the sky headed toward realpolitik under their own glare. Guards collapsing into supernumerary states of hemi-fusion, 2 or more. Small adjustments in scales opposite a line-up of our un-numbed bodies. (2 or more.) Every dancer stops for a mote, a moment, feels better they tell me.
Then we yield to the rush of new people stage center, taking on our subject matter w/ a backwash expressed as enzymes to clear up no differences worth repeating.
My impression is each motion serves a purpose. A higher light according to utopians hoisted in the sky headed toward realpolitik under their own glare. Guards collapsing into supernumerary states of hemi-fusion, 2 or more. Small adjustments in scales opposite a line-up of our un-numbed bodies. (2 or more.) Every dancer stops for a mote, a moment, feels better they tell me.
Then we yield to the rush of new people stage center, taking on our subject matter w/ a backwash expressed as enzymes to clear up no differences worth repeating.
11/4/18
En route to the dogs, there’s the apocalypse within; pushing deeply, our lot’s in a hurry.
Can we cut to the scary part?
No future arouses chaotic phenomena rooting for any singularity ahead until there is no threshold. Matter persists, no dissonance, no disruption, a new status quo: perpetual, sparkled amid meanderings that are ordered appearances going dormant or running off with fresh incentives for a frontier in unboundedness, optics unravelled in dissolving attitudes behind all the good times forward.
Can we cut to the scary part?
No future arouses chaotic phenomena rooting for any singularity ahead until there is no threshold. Matter persists, no dissonance, no disruption, a new status quo: perpetual, sparkled amid meanderings that are ordered appearances going dormant or running off with fresh incentives for a frontier in unboundedness, optics unravelled in dissolving attitudes behind all the good times forward.
On the closing date, only a scent. No contrivance or Schubertian opposition feels like glistening bouclé heating under debate pressure. Arguments by analogy are always weak. Our roles are to fill this in, lengthening Schubert’s insipid menace while coddling the wetlands. I call this a sex drive / minus attrition.
The wetlands work it through. Words we had and didn’t have consequences. Learned good is bad is good. Nonetheless the lesson learned appears unseen and as unspeakable as libido constituting a knowledge module, aimlessly blowing in news of constant unitary joy...
The wetlands work it through. Words we had and didn’t have consequences. Learned good is bad is good. Nonetheless the lesson learned appears unseen and as unspeakable as libido constituting a knowledge module, aimlessly blowing in news of constant unitary joy...
No pleasure from coercion, not while filling up.
The show is called; a rain spat.
(I'm sorry the al fresco was familiar.)
Yes. And my voice tended toward stridency, an unfortunate strain.
The music took off about here. Feminine along the abandoned quays with minimalist carvings
We viewed before eating, thinning out in the high brutalism of culinary workers (Otto Dix).
A violinist, hesitant but playing better now, starts our fine dining engines mid-grin.
Evasion foregrounds coerced motives 1st. So they sink in more.
And
they’re off —
and since they are impacted by harrowed tomograms
50% off.
The show is called; a rain spat.
(I'm sorry the al fresco was familiar.)
Yes. And my voice tended toward stridency, an unfortunate strain.
The music took off about here. Feminine along the abandoned quays with minimalist carvings
We viewed before eating, thinning out in the high brutalism of culinary workers (Otto Dix).
A violinist, hesitant but playing better now, starts our fine dining engines mid-grin.
Evasion foregrounds coerced motives 1st. So they sink in more.
And
they’re off —
and since they are impacted by harrowed tomograms
50% off.
I’m craziest when I cannot be saved. Who isn’t? Pre-existence does not pertain. Nor nonexistence when it turns to leftovers, raw as theism.
Existent secrets of satire go free of situation and structured sky, fomenting complicities (skydiving).
The you-effects (more secrets) become less fearless (more or less) when innocence, dance then acrobatics cross lines and context. Codes of boundaries. Certain crossed lines score from beneath; a fulltime hobby waxes into heavy addiction to you.
Existent secrets of satire go free of situation and structured sky, fomenting complicities (skydiving).
The you-effects (more secrets) become less fearless (more or less) when innocence, dance then acrobatics cross lines and context. Codes of boundaries. Certain crossed lines score from beneath; a fulltime hobby waxes into heavy addiction to you.
I came for your invoices.
Ever notice? No one lives in that town.
Half-vegetarian, self-colliding fog drinks only from its disconnected, treasured demographic squandering energy.
We cannot mean erasure, remember.
Our nerve infused by regulatory propriety until we get up to dance founding paradox.
Name a landscape and give birth, rename it and you bestow an ecology of resonance and history.
We’ve heard enough.
This is strictly the governor’s business.
Ever notice? No one lives in that town.
Half-vegetarian, self-colliding fog drinks only from its disconnected, treasured demographic squandering energy.
We cannot mean erasure, remember.
Our nerve infused by regulatory propriety until we get up to dance founding paradox.
Name a landscape and give birth, rename it and you bestow an ecology of resonance and history.
We’ve heard enough.
This is strictly the governor’s business.
11/3/18
Taking flak, but unwilling to signal afar, this gong or that, neither hindsight advantage nor a flying object in time. A rubberneck develops his own humanism.
Here I’ll grab my own cover and scramble over there to math skills, since my brain runs on my partner’s satisfaction as we moan
Our sketch begins.
Here I’ll grab my own cover and scramble over there to math skills, since my brain runs on my partner’s satisfaction as we moan
Our sketch begins.
Meanwhile I go thru assembly
to give in to take you out, shake you tamed, Toy
Dart — All your life as if a mercurial quantum.. floating in erotic lurches and nibbling torque measured across dotted lines...
On and off I can discern your underwear, a denomination marked by intimacy. They pill.
Yeah, that’s funny.
Take all of mine.
Dart — All your life as if a mercurial quantum.. floating in erotic lurches and nibbling torque measured across dotted lines...
On and off I can discern your underwear, a denomination marked by intimacy. They pill.
Yeah, that’s funny.
Take all of mine.
30: Losses restored?
Often there’s a new plot for precious friends — I think on you (dear friend) — those words we had or didn’t have forego consequences. The moaning milieu bad. Bad as in woe, even cancelled woe, since we know enmeshed values summon up remembrance of past wastes of time.
Yet I take liberties wailing now, bubble footed in dark briefs. I have a dream of fair housing: Free-range light and dark in the clerestory to our lair... Our sorrows end. Some of us are going there after work. I’ll pay as before. Would you like to come?
Often there’s a new plot for precious friends — I think on you (dear friend) — those words we had or didn’t have forego consequences. The moaning milieu bad. Bad as in woe, even cancelled woe, since we know enmeshed values summon up remembrance of past wastes of time.
Yet I take liberties wailing now, bubble footed in dark briefs. I have a dream of fair housing: Free-range light and dark in the clerestory to our lair... Our sorrows end. Some of us are going there after work. I’ll pay as before. Would you like to come?
I do my best and worst work north of you but best or worst is nothing if unobserved.
And I still get picked on — now in a major way.
But business proceeds — I stick in a little yoga. Then I run after you
thinking what a complete idiot. I am. My hair’s havoc, I’ll have restructured abs.
The contextual self, yourself, is fascinating, perhaps to squelch a tautology of pleasure smelling of abs.
And I still get picked on — now in a major way.
But business proceeds — I stick in a little yoga. Then I run after you
thinking what a complete idiot. I am. My hair’s havoc, I’ll have restructured abs.
The contextual self, yourself, is fascinating, perhaps to squelch a tautology of pleasure smelling of abs.
11/2/18
Taking flak, but unwilling to signal afar, this gong or that, neither hindsight advantage nor a flying object-in-time: A rubberneck develops one’s own humanism.
Here I’ll grab my fuzzy cover and scramble over to where I can further math skills, since my brain runs on my partner’s satisfaction as we groan.
Our sketch of predispositions begins.
Here I’ll grab my fuzzy cover and scramble over to where I can further math skills, since my brain runs on my partner’s satisfaction as we groan.
Our sketch of predispositions begins.
18: Allergic to verse? I believe a temperate art is set to make more mistakes, we say, rough comparisons to too hot a month this May. Say, all summer you are more than nature’s change in course, growing (untrimmed) — owning the day for every moment — and knowing when to shine, to seethe.
And often seeing how hot eternal summer is, then fading all too short ah
Whew. Now we see you in fair poetry and art
from fair and far as long as men can breathe.
And often seeing how hot eternal summer is, then fading all too short ah
Whew. Now we see you in fair poetry and art
from fair and far as long as men can breathe.
Voice operated judgments — 2 very different outcomes will equally square —
I could voice a tight fragrance, watching my breath. But let’s try again with no commas between the whereness of the tongue receding on the palate.
One, 2. Together, our inside voices take a few bites then punch it out waving not so perfunctorily, no toe moves, no steps at all — freaky in bed for tangled waves of standard-bearers. Waves and something else.
Zephyros, a sex addict shoots thru the property’s high impact surfaces, speeding in cones rejoined with strings of baleful, tempered banality, burning talent with a see-thru suspension over the ozone.
I could voice a tight fragrance, watching my breath. But let’s try again with no commas between the whereness of the tongue receding on the palate.
One, 2. Together, our inside voices take a few bites then punch it out waving not so perfunctorily, no toe moves, no steps at all — freaky in bed for tangled waves of standard-bearers. Waves and something else.
Zephyros, a sex addict shoots thru the property’s high impact surfaces, speeding in cones rejoined with strings of baleful, tempered banality, burning talent with a see-thru suspension over the ozone.
11/1/18
The jet gate opens to the drawing room, once a factory outdoors where snow & sunlight close their distance. The old new & new strung out on sectionals, an untapped atmosphere of oblique, puckish Swiss.. The Swiss playing the stunt of relays between workplace & dogma, everything everyone can live by w/out being sequestered or brutally charged by material objects : so by these shortcomings we softball in harmony around some helpings of sky & helpings of Swiss.
Sing
You defile my people once. Only once
expresses all our seeds in the mail ..
solutions to endnotes on drums.. & pity nowhere now w/
dark engendered powers @ 1% .. Cavaradossi!
We’ll misapply principals, w/ others,
the higher ones [Trained staff encourages sampling.
Any higher are not talking.
(There’s tighter discipline
Then repetitive motion goes too far
and some at all levels become enclosed]
climbing into casual ritual (putting
their lives together) & keeping order.)
You defile my people once. Only once
expresses all our seeds in the mail ..
solutions to endnotes on drums.. & pity nowhere now w/
dark engendered powers @ 1% .. Cavaradossi!
We’ll misapply principals, w/ others,
the higher ones [Trained staff encourages sampling.
Any higher are not talking.
(There’s tighter discipline
Then repetitive motion goes too far
and some at all levels become enclosed]
climbing into casual ritual (putting
their lives together) & keeping order.)
11: 1st choice for a sonnet is to solve you for x. If you must, be rude, foolish but coalesce;
x copies my life for yours.
After, I feel a burst of fresh blood, wisdom and your living endowment.
Wait. Later, without x... it’s cold, a waning world away...
But so like-minded so fast —
we convert to folly ..
The world you call yours we keep featureless, barren.
Inky smoke releasing a genocidal collage, like
Thought in agitated waves, reproached, disappeared
In drumming opinions subtracting best practices —
Look for nothing here to help increase harsh times that should cease.
Cold freezing nature, per se, nature will age, decay.
Yet not you, my love.. The more you live you are given what you give.
After, I feel a burst of fresh blood, wisdom and your living endowment.
Wait. Later, without x... it’s cold, a waning world away...
But so like-minded so fast —
we convert to folly ..
The world you call yours we keep featureless, barren.
Inky smoke releasing a genocidal collage, like
Thought in agitated waves, reproached, disappeared
In drumming opinions subtracting best practices —
Look for nothing here to help increase harsh times that should cease.
Cold freezing nature, per se, nature will age, decay.
Yet not you, my love.. The more you live you are given what you give.
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