Allowing no pleasure from coercion, crossing heights
Pleasure was called because of rain; I’m sorry it spat.
(I'm sorry it was heavy rain for you back then.)
Yes. And your voice tends towards stridency.
Good point, epistemically empty. I’m sorry thru this text,
Allowing no preclusion of experience for
Grouping words to strong-arm
Syntactical beings (in a sentence).
4/30/21
The sun is glossy beige. Divided, confused, I
signed up for a summer of love. The desserts are
sweet, their force takes me out of bounds
for more interludes on the double.
I’m not perfect, I’m on an every
day regimen with that living unlocked smell.
I set the controls — active ingredients are
soon not now, don’t. First thing prithee
Noonish. I have a profane vocabulary;
I’ve been blocking myself but it’s over. I’m directional.
My head weighs 10 pounds.
Hold my earrings.
signed up for a summer of love. The desserts are
sweet, their force takes me out of bounds
for more interludes on the double.
I’m not perfect, I’m on an every
day regimen with that living unlocked smell.
I set the controls — active ingredients are
soon not now, don’t. First thing prithee
Noonish. I have a profane vocabulary;
I’ve been blocking myself but it’s over. I’m directional.
My head weighs 10 pounds.
Hold my earrings.
Check list.
A shrine of axioms supposes its completion, honing everyone to the surface.
Late afternoon to another.
Look over the bill. Check it out. Don’t expect much
unless you’re read in on the scheme.
*
His language hits a conference-gong, theological as Lyotard would have it. The argument is plainly empirical. A concept moves thru the mind, “not ‘innovative’ .. but something unheard of”
— Tony Brinkley
A shrine of axioms supposes its completion, honing everyone to the surface.
Late afternoon to another.
Look over the bill. Check it out. Don’t expect much
unless you’re read in on the scheme.
*
His language hits a conference-gong, theological as Lyotard would have it. The argument is plainly empirical. A concept moves thru the mind, “not ‘innovative’ .. but something unheard of”
— Tony Brinkley
Here’s an envelope of moods. Statement enclosed.
I’ve highlighted failures in the box where you select tall, athletic-like aromas.
Speaking of like, make your counter statement gripping shadows on a glacier.
I own these two-way ideas, to scale.
They keep adding up. And I have no modesty issues, none detected, fewer and fewer policy goals.
Soon we’ll relax our balance, no matter (nor anti-matter) that once seemed clear enough, but not now, here we are...
like two gypsy-turvy vapors in more untitled moods.
I’ve highlighted failures in the box where you select tall, athletic-like aromas.
Speaking of like, make your counter statement gripping shadows on a glacier.
I own these two-way ideas, to scale.
They keep adding up. And I have no modesty issues, none detected, fewer and fewer policy goals.
Soon we’ll relax our balance, no matter (nor anti-matter) that once seemed clear enough, but not now, here we are...
like two gypsy-turvy vapors in more untitled moods.
8: Music to hear? Truth is we seem sad and feathery, as tho speechless, self-killed.
Only short distillations where unions marry for a time
like this mutual ordering to our touching and grasping the moment, now surrounding it with songs of taking off for the unknown, spinning, spun,
upset, out of control yet
that’s how we fasten sweet music we hear to move around objects.
100% our touch.
Only short distillations where unions marry for a time
like this mutual ordering to our touching and grasping the moment, now surrounding it with songs of taking off for the unknown, spinning, spun,
upset, out of control yet
that’s how we fasten sweet music we hear to move around objects.
100% our touch.
Auto minimalism (3 steps):
I don’t know any means to practice externalizing ideas to show myself off to rainfall in faint sunlight; I don’t know how to transfer any contextuals or theory dated a hundred years ago or any earlier!
I think I might keep to one or two esthetic tenets, but tenets are narrow, vernacular resins across, I think, global surfaces.
Vernacular means I’m not doing it unless ego steps ‘aside’ and we get paid for sleep.
I don’t know any means to practice externalizing ideas to show myself off to rainfall in faint sunlight; I don’t know how to transfer any contextuals or theory dated a hundred years ago or any earlier!
I think I might keep to one or two esthetic tenets, but tenets are narrow, vernacular resins across, I think, global surfaces.
Vernacular means I’m not doing it unless ego steps ‘aside’ and we get paid for sleep.
4/29/21
Desire set sex’s depth
once making it for loving arts —
guzzling bottled water before you came to mind, then effectively passing
thru the elm park.
I roll now to hold your bearing that moment
I kissed a cat. Once.
Once out of death
I wrote on otherness when I was down (“I’ve stopped looking”) otherness came.
What’s the worst that can happen? Love’s twenty times its own weight,
outbraving almost meaning.
once making it for loving arts —
guzzling bottled water before you came to mind, then effectively passing
thru the elm park.
I roll now to hold your bearing that moment
I kissed a cat. Once.
Once out of death
I wrote on otherness when I was down (“I’ve stopped looking”) otherness came.
What’s the worst that can happen? Love’s twenty times its own weight,
outbraving almost meaning.
In evolution we may have had an identity crisis
when who knows how they’re doing this
on our agenda? Near the teary top we crate
handiwork, cover it with a power tarp, drain it of weight.
Moss alive! I could lose another i.d. if any of this touches either of us. Or ours.
I used to have a power dependency that’s reasonable to regret.
I think it’s polite to say ‘power,’ not ‘ostentatious pensiveness for hours.’
when who knows how they’re doing this
on our agenda? Near the teary top we crate
handiwork, cover it with a power tarp, drain it of weight.
Moss alive! I could lose another i.d. if any of this touches either of us. Or ours.
I used to have a power dependency that’s reasonable to regret.
I think it’s polite to say ‘power,’ not ‘ostentatious pensiveness for hours.’
Sonnet 6:
We radicalize to what we will best.
Beauty distilled in summer is a 10 and like usury always a gamble.
My tongue in your ear refigures a pair.
A fair hand, a treasure 10 to one.
Happy to repay or loan you the rest, and glad
you’re a willing fan, departing before
the winter leaves through the yard .. you’re much too fair
And brush your hair? Brush it back down.
We radicalize to what we will best.
Beauty distilled in summer is a 10 and like usury always a gamble.
My tongue in your ear refigures a pair.
A fair hand, a treasure 10 to one.
Happy to repay or loan you the rest, and glad
you’re a willing fan, departing before
the winter leaves through the yard .. you’re much too fair
And brush your hair? Brush it back down.
A disclaimer forms at birth, delays death
As there are two ambient music cartels: Doggone moosebirds and mice
striking poses with all their clairvoyant powers. De rigueur for now: You’re writing
over known injury to outrank others in the trivalence of thieves.
I won’t do your religion, good day.
Craning one’s mien goes on outside e.r., while any particular event passes —
comments from nonsuits, random admits, encapsulated video, lies — freedoms in this
vein take off at critical points. It’s personal, e.r. pros point out.
It’s conditions like these making it almost impossible to write enflamed
anthems and comb back your hair the same time.. Can you do that?
Light with a spooky edge
to sound off like your own critic.
As there are two ambient music cartels: Doggone moosebirds and mice
striking poses with all their clairvoyant powers. De rigueur for now: You’re writing
over known injury to outrank others in the trivalence of thieves.
I won’t do your religion, good day.
Craning one’s mien goes on outside e.r., while any particular event passes —
comments from nonsuits, random admits, encapsulated video, lies — freedoms in this
vein take off at critical points. It’s personal, e.r. pros point out.
It’s conditions like these making it almost impossible to write enflamed
anthems and comb back your hair the same time.. Can you do that?
Light with a spooky edge
to sound off like your own critic.
4/28/21
One writes, “Linked phrases run through the a’s, b’s, c’s on & on, but a-phrases, again, often point to the answer (the kind I am).
B-wise, your creativity
is not wasted in remorse.
What you owe: I know
almost and almost lost,
unfinished, in everything. For the c’s
I move along a scratchy plain
of dandelions, peony, clover:
It’s always time for your renewal:
and I see your new forms
as I fill in the latest questionnaire
putting my back into it.”
B-wise, your creativity
is not wasted in remorse.
What you owe: I know
almost and almost lost,
unfinished, in everything. For the c’s
I move along a scratchy plain
of dandelions, peony, clover:
It’s always time for your renewal:
and I see your new forms
as I fill in the latest questionnaire
putting my back into it.”
An emanation is a specter brought up a peg. Just to clear things up for us, you or me.
I’ve moved to a new couplet.
Enticement entails the fewest specters impossible to imagine.
So I’m passive but I don’t believe in spooks. Here’s the outline.
A few strings were pulled to get me in this new factual place with wraiths I would never have chosen myself.
I’m here.
Shall times’s best jewel from time’s chest lie hid
maintaining a competitive smile for a maxillary edge you own only if you go overboard.
No, I may not be deep enough; loose alliteration masks that.
I’ve moved to a new couplet.
Enticement entails the fewest specters impossible to imagine.
So I’m passive but I don’t believe in spooks. Here’s the outline.
A few strings were pulled to get me in this new factual place with wraiths I would never have chosen myself.
I’m here.
Shall times’s best jewel from time’s chest lie hid
maintaining a competitive smile for a maxillary edge you own only if you go overboard.
No, I may not be deep enough; loose alliteration masks that.
79: How it may happen
On a byway, patrol lights
— A security van flows in aid. Further uphill
Hauling “rays of virtue” — stolen beauty, yours.
You can afford it.
He rubbed your lips in his sweet travail.
Your position / your opinion count, a worthy argument
Made easier — he praises you, cheek to jowl.
Then you hand it over to him & have your way —
& you thank him —
Pay him what I owe.
On a byway, patrol lights
— A security van flows in aid. Further uphill
Hauling “rays of virtue” — stolen beauty, yours.
You can afford it.
He rubbed your lips in his sweet travail.
Your position / your opinion count, a worthy argument
Made easier — he praises you, cheek to jowl.
Then you hand it over to him & have your way —
& you thank him —
Pay him what I owe.
I’ve got to hold back. Not go down.
This is in response to the commerce-vector coursing through popular concepts, bringing unique comfort to support one’s position in the food chain, which is in dispute.
I adhere to the same late-filing rules as you. We’re keepers of years all night.
Art is theft. I’m almost a novice enthusiast. Years from now.
We meantime need fresh lexicon set for the mind-body headache, words to determine their own behavior, items like primality and cuboidal, glints of jazz, a glorious set.
This is in response to the commerce-vector coursing through popular concepts, bringing unique comfort to support one’s position in the food chain, which is in dispute.
I adhere to the same late-filing rules as you. We’re keepers of years all night.
Art is theft. I’m almost a novice enthusiast. Years from now.
We meantime need fresh lexicon set for the mind-body headache, words to determine their own behavior, items like primality and cuboidal, glints of jazz, a glorious set.
4/27/21
I added frontal motion to the story about those looks of yours that intimidate, m’lord.
Visual surprise comes with an infrequent snow flake or embers
floating down to our nose level. That’s cool — creamed just for dating you, blackmailed —
wandering into the new wrong murder guild
chopped into little squares of hypnotic drumming
and massive pulses projecting smiles and feeling
invisible. Totally insane. M’lord’s libido.
Visual surprise comes with an infrequent snow flake or embers
floating down to our nose level. That’s cool — creamed just for dating you, blackmailed —
wandering into the new wrong murder guild
chopped into little squares of hypnotic drumming
and massive pulses projecting smiles and feeling
invisible. Totally insane. M’lord’s libido.
The music brokerage remains in aeronautical space.
A month ago a morning flew by.
My closest amigo my
most carnal ally. It’s a sea cooperation.
I was hit in the face when he turned himself in.
I knew I am unhappy and similarly, like most everyone, I am not —
The 1st few words take on destabilizing character. I’m trying to clean this up [snip] have to leave enough ‘intent’ to keep me pleased after I’m finished he’s finished. This is an exemplary yet limited procedure, so I’m framing it as fun exercise, cutting straight through its own restructure creating more choppy patterns to abandon ...
A month ago a morning flew by.
My closest amigo my
most carnal ally. It’s a sea cooperation.
I was hit in the face when he turned himself in.
I knew I am unhappy and similarly, like most everyone, I am not —
The 1st few words take on destabilizing character. I’m trying to clean this up [snip] have to leave enough ‘intent’ to keep me pleased after I’m finished he’s finished. This is an exemplary yet limited procedure, so I’m framing it as fun exercise, cutting straight through its own restructure creating more choppy patterns to abandon ...
I added frontal motion to the story about those looks of yours that intimidate, m’lord.
Visual surprise comes with an infrequent snow flake or embers
floating down to our nose level. That’s cool — creamed just for dating you, blackmailed —
wandering into the new wrong murder guild
chopped into little squares of hypnotic drumming
and massive pulses projecting smiles and feeling
invisible. Totally insane. M’lord’s libido.
Visual surprise comes with an infrequent snow flake or embers
floating down to our nose level. That’s cool — creamed just for dating you, blackmailed —
wandering into the new wrong murder guild
chopped into little squares of hypnotic drumming
and massive pulses projecting smiles and feeling
invisible. Totally insane. M’lord’s libido.
5: No remembrance now. Of confounding beauty. Of your lovely gaze where beauty dwells.
Once I played a stealth painter portraying sweet, bare women and men. Subjects were mostly strung out on sofas — big, jaunty shapes who swaddled their inner pooch — gentle work but yes I loved you better frosty / lusty!
I was framed by approaching you in summer, distilling pulverized, liquid dots
— a pointillist prisoner doing time,
never resting, pent in by tyrannical daylight that still excels in leading us on —
Once I played a stealth painter portraying sweet, bare women and men. Subjects were mostly strung out on sofas — big, jaunty shapes who swaddled their inner pooch — gentle work but yes I loved you better frosty / lusty!
I was framed by approaching you in summer, distilling pulverized, liquid dots
— a pointillist prisoner doing time,
never resting, pent in by tyrannical daylight that still excels in leading us on —
Emily’s echoes: according to the census,
Their presence filled with compression, minimalist ideals forming a life science of situation (Thoreau) and unobstructed sky (Whitman), unstructured joy, bouncing up years later with satiric multiples (Wieners, Ricard). Only yesterday! Literary worth automatically fills the page like scrub pine — becoming more fearless (less indiscernible) when units of innocence, acrobatics and self-neutering come together, vaunting in plain English — bigger content now addressed by new neighbors.
Their presence filled with compression, minimalist ideals forming a life science of situation (Thoreau) and unobstructed sky (Whitman), unstructured joy, bouncing up years later with satiric multiples (Wieners, Ricard). Only yesterday! Literary worth automatically fills the page like scrub pine — becoming more fearless (less indiscernible) when units of innocence, acrobatics and self-neutering come together, vaunting in plain English — bigger content now addressed by new neighbors.
New day! Matins but ghosted
& then — second — non-glowing noise
of collared, greening hospitality where galactic
banter might calm tax credit havoc.
Third, I stay nonprofit
worshiping everything that belongs in consecutive cubes
on an ice grid.
The rest of identity is stress related in as many directions.
& then — second — non-glowing noise
of collared, greening hospitality where galactic
banter might calm tax credit havoc.
Third, I stay nonprofit
worshiping everything that belongs in consecutive cubes
on an ice grid.
The rest of identity is stress related in as many directions.
4/26/21
It was a sober intro
A branch could be a sentence generally. There’s urgency in ideas o et cetera.
I live in a debt growing compound and now
A level over! The et cetera of murder and hate
not enough? — are you suggesting I send for some?
I put my finger back: Not really, she said out
ahead of how I was supposed to know.
I’m addicted to ideas.
This was my first time.
A branch could be a sentence generally. There’s urgency in ideas o et cetera.
I live in a debt growing compound and now
A level over! The et cetera of murder and hate
not enough? — are you suggesting I send for some?
I put my finger back: Not really, she said out
ahead of how I was supposed to know.
I’m addicted to ideas.
This was my first time.
2 quests.. Just who are we to say we should attend to what I am doing? It’s love like ours that pitches English to prioritized claims.
In modern tongues, a truly socialist government is not that hot.
Wearing nothing but pilates for motives, eager too,
Mixing shy and rabbity, squeaking in biblical
French — it’s just plain meaner. And we negotiate euros (cash) for rapprochement.
In modern tongues, a truly socialist government is not that hot.
Wearing nothing but pilates for motives, eager too,
Mixing shy and rabbity, squeaking in biblical
French — it’s just plain meaner. And we negotiate euros (cash) for rapprochement.
80: ...cross-pollination of English and psychology wracks up a revitalizing boundless deep. I’ll assume you suspect I faint when writing this. Situationists use the shallowest fare and re-chart it onto subterranean literature. When I write about you, I’m in worthless sympathy, humbled and worse, tongue tied while I try a couple of poses —ha — there are great, pure benefits spent by proud, broad-minded recruits afloat, ocean wide! Wouldn’t you know they are in an infinite series in the history of fame and naval bavardage. (Or from another angle they are a series of teasers and the teased but goodly proud, cast away.) You who.
A poet’s prose nails her reputation time and again. Elizabeth Bishop, James Schuyler, Edwin Denby, to speak of the dead. Are we examining a ‘real’ voice, or are we merely more at home with the subject-verb-object flow of normalized speech? When Gertrude Stein adopted plainer or more standard prose for Autobiography she became a pop sensation: “she took Alice’s voice, her acerbic, lucid style, her declarative sentences, malicious asides, quirky jokes and regular punctuation” (Diana Souhami). Is that it? we can more readily stay with sentences even when they’re overstuffed (say, with personality) so long as they are conventional, making sense, well punctuated?
4/25/21
What comes of Wieners’ marquetry?
A clay-toned jouissance* returns to land
shedding light tints in reverse of rotating surf.
Ya, he is important. Joy has free play while parody affixes inky eels beneath his poverty, evoking retreat and nighttime, slurping undertow from the beats.
You want to get fiery
to include the cosmos.
But there is a hairnet over the situation.
Inner retreat.
*However, when we single ourselves out, we get close to guilt reformulating sublime fears of exclusion. Immense hard line purging tho brings on jouissance, scrubbing any direct polarity.
A clay-toned jouissance* returns to land
shedding light tints in reverse of rotating surf.
Ya, he is important. Joy has free play while parody affixes inky eels beneath his poverty, evoking retreat and nighttime, slurping undertow from the beats.
You want to get fiery
to include the cosmos.
But there is a hairnet over the situation.
Inner retreat.
*However, when we single ourselves out, we get close to guilt reformulating sublime fears of exclusion. Immense hard line purging tho brings on jouissance, scrubbing any direct polarity.
Snapping to / unsnapping.
The power
system is decentralized
mounting a bait and switch to chalk up
the utility of hip lingerie per se,
discreet shipping, and in
this case nothing can be serene.
Anyway, go to long love making memorizing
parallel futures on a projective plane.
Why go there without force?
When we last rehearsed this,
it made no language difference what we
believe or what the soul is.
The enlightened instant comes down
to how this can be put together
surely, entirely.
The power
system is decentralized
mounting a bait and switch to chalk up
the utility of hip lingerie per se,
discreet shipping, and in
this case nothing can be serene.
Anyway, go to long love making memorizing
parallel futures on a projective plane.
Why go there without force?
When we last rehearsed this,
it made no language difference what we
believe or what the soul is.
The enlightened instant comes down
to how this can be put together
surely, entirely.
24: One perspective: My eye plays the painter. Good background for for you and me to peep into.
Wherethrough a whole school of cunning painters can pick you up, take a day off
away from hangers-on. Painters will be drawn to your skill & art — your true image.
Your glazed eye for an eye, good turns both physical & in thought
win
the day even as shapely models file by in your body frame —
painters will gaze on them to retrace your form but never know your heart.
Wherethrough a whole school of cunning painters can pick you up, take a day off
away from hangers-on. Painters will be drawn to your skill & art — your true image.
Your glazed eye for an eye, good turns both physical & in thought
win
the day even as shapely models file by in your body frame —
painters will gaze on them to retrace your form but never know your heart.
By popular demand we sign off on others’ labor — A newspaper edition, documentary remnants, penetrable databases — We occupy this clever, conceptual nook, curl up. At times siding with the powerful is deliberate as well as passive-aggressive. I’m kidding. I’m staying sarcastic — It bears repeating un-ironically there’s audible glee not being perennially the other and oppressed. The oppressed are wise guys we avoid where or when we can be free — On the outside, in place of a popular voice, the guys outsource bouquets smoldering w/ the emancipatory normality of assumed dominance.
Photons rebuild the world, leaping out of windows
Moving in our direction with startling humility and alacrity..
Here I am as genealogies of photon futures file off.
Rebuilding one future there’s a verb tied to esthetics that numb.
I’m the underdog here, emotionally maligned as an amalgam channel
-ing of normal volatility, sleep, hope, and telekinesis that submit to questioning.
Photons?
Can we turn to steel?
Moving in our direction with startling humility and alacrity..
Here I am as genealogies of photon futures file off.
Rebuilding one future there’s a verb tied to esthetics that numb.
I’m the underdog here, emotionally maligned as an amalgam channel
-ing of normal volatility, sleep, hope, and telekinesis that submit to questioning.
Photons?
Can we turn to steel?
4/24/21
As ‘he makes his profits, remind yourself...’
the president’s brain is said to resemble Chuck Norris’s. Interesting
esthetic, not fatal — Chuck had a punning bone, also he was a merciless kook. Really
his movies remind me of tin futures & allegiance to ice
ants swarming as active mind controllers sidle away —
the president’s brain is said to resemble Chuck Norris’s. Interesting
esthetic, not fatal — Chuck had a punning bone, also he was a merciless kook. Really
his movies remind me of tin futures & allegiance to ice
ants swarming as active mind controllers sidle away —
We’re fidgeting, minding our conceits,
lit by mid-sentence clarity, sporting and alway Floridian —
we’re in an enclosure with no pulpit, without dogma...
passageways to enter then exit like work in progress
spreading out in willful overloads of language design —
Skilled decor, de-simplified, notional mime
in contretemps between science and who knew?
ironic technologies with no precedent —
a corporate hold across a matrix of manners and adaptations, restrained praxis
and hermetic syntax.
Nice beachfront. Amuse our ears and eyes: why so few
and fewer bonds with semiotics doubting itself (if only a little)
— it seems an absurd referent and then less
off-rhyme.
lit by mid-sentence clarity, sporting and alway Floridian —
we’re in an enclosure with no pulpit, without dogma...
passageways to enter then exit like work in progress
spreading out in willful overloads of language design —
Skilled decor, de-simplified, notional mime
in contretemps between science and who knew?
ironic technologies with no precedent —
a corporate hold across a matrix of manners and adaptations, restrained praxis
and hermetic syntax.
Nice beachfront. Amuse our ears and eyes: why so few
and fewer bonds with semiotics doubting itself (if only a little)
— it seems an absurd referent and then less
off-rhyme.
46: Truth is we’re feathery.
Shorthand abstractions
like unforgettable elements
within sight, touching and holding the
moment, dividing it with
illusions of taking off for the
unknown, a mortal war
spinning or spun /ups/et, out of control yet
just outward parts of how our eyes impanel freedom and my rights
to your fair appearance, to your quests and thoughts, my inward heart.
Shorthand abstractions
like unforgettable elements
within sight, touching and holding the
moment, dividing it with
illusions of taking off for the
unknown, a mortal war
spinning or spun /ups/et, out of control yet
just outward parts of how our eyes impanel freedom and my rights
to your fair appearance, to your quests and thoughts, my inward heart.
I’m sleep.
An only hill.
I’m learning squat
Until you get home.
I’ve been searching
Awake most nights:
A clean face in the morning − caped
W/ sounds. Sounds caped w/ light, the best.
Dogs in woods by the ocean
Together, like them and like us,
Can you fill in the stillness?
Keep an eye out, the ocean over?
Repeat this so it’s approved,
“I don’t know about you”
But in a tone more affirmative
Like the jeweler’s words for whalebone
In measured blues − all the while
This portion, like all comebacks, hints of a larger we-don’t-know
− was it something to do with the singer to one side, blocking another?
Do we lead a life another sings with you?
An only hill.
I’m learning squat
Until you get home.
I’ve been searching
Awake most nights:
A clean face in the morning − caped
W/ sounds. Sounds caped w/ light, the best.
Dogs in woods by the ocean
Together, like them and like us,
Can you fill in the stillness?
Keep an eye out, the ocean over?
Repeat this so it’s approved,
“I don’t know about you”
But in a tone more affirmative
Like the jeweler’s words for whalebone
In measured blues − all the while
This portion, like all comebacks, hints of a larger we-don’t-know
− was it something to do with the singer to one side, blocking another?
Do we lead a life another sings with you?
4/23/21
Fair illustrator. Killer. Otherwise I’m a coffee head. Question..
Have we ever done anything but toy with forecasting weather? Oh, who knows? Oh, fair Ladytron. You know, you seem so fake-excited in your periphery, kind of staying inside a soft radical anathematic vapor, loosely true
Yet about to be demolished. Ergo your discourse comes down as animated routines. No personality.
Going back, favoring a fair objective
Boy-girl, you’re is in a chess game.
I’m going to castle you. We are..
Shall I mark you as another true ambition
in an illustrator’s incident layers, 3 in 1? —
Having what you’re having, sorting the dots’
Congeries of texture? I turned and asked again.
(It felt unwise.)
Have we ever done anything but toy with forecasting weather? Oh, who knows? Oh, fair Ladytron. You know, you seem so fake-excited in your periphery, kind of staying inside a soft radical anathematic vapor, loosely true
Yet about to be demolished. Ergo your discourse comes down as animated routines. No personality.
Going back, favoring a fair objective
Boy-girl, you’re is in a chess game.
I’m going to castle you. We are..
Shall I mark you as another true ambition
in an illustrator’s incident layers, 3 in 1? —
Having what you’re having, sorting the dots’
Congeries of texture? I turned and asked again.
(It felt unwise.)
Massively cool but no gracias. This is tomorrow.
Rescinding our directive, we constitute the flown-the-coop
group taking part in I-hate-new-calculus speech acts ..
We win door prizes in the periphery
if we let politicians get wild
losing the meaning moving sands over topsoil and forgetting about it —
Tasting shale, we met tomorrow’s firepower to prevent further questions.
Rescinding our directive, we constitute the flown-the-coop
group taking part in I-hate-new-calculus speech acts ..
We win door prizes in the periphery
if we let politicians get wild
losing the meaning moving sands over topsoil and forgetting about it —
Tasting shale, we met tomorrow’s firepower to prevent further questions.
53: A substance note:
Suspend suspension of all illusion —
All kinds of nebulae. Curved and hollowed.
You have some part shadow
as long as a
-utomatism maintains a
counterfeit value evolving spring and summer shades a
-mounting to zero autumn after your beauty, a
constant show and a
variable now. You always play some part in this.
You appear in every august shape we know.
Suspend suspension of all illusion —
All kinds of nebulae. Curved and hollowed.
You have some part shadow
as long as a
-utomatism maintains a
counterfeit value evolving spring and summer shades a
-mounting to zero autumn after your beauty, a
constant show and a
variable now. You always play some part in this.
You appear in every august shape we know.
If you know rhetoric
changes our feelings,
it changes others’ behavior,
especially in unloving deeds.
Your codicil changes
the way I feel now and something else,
the way my id reads another
lover of mine coming up just now.
Benji, stop that. Strange dog. I’ve decided to beat it out of you.
Say something. You’ve lost your spirit and pulse.
changes our feelings,
it changes others’ behavior,
especially in unloving deeds.
Your codicil changes
the way I feel now and something else,
the way my id reads another
lover of mine coming up just now.
Benji, stop that. Strange dog. I’ve decided to beat it out of you.
Say something. You’ve lost your spirit and pulse.
I’m a bad judge of character. I just shoot.
Having a Bud with you..
my rage came to a bend..
Holy moly, there’s a way to pay for it!
There’s strength in staring at a bug zapper, attracted
to light, staying competitive.
Haste is the suave part of RSVP;
Earth is spanked all over
for snap love — now on the mouth.
Having a Bud with you..
my rage came to a bend..
Holy moly, there’s a way to pay for it!
There’s strength in staring at a bug zapper, attracted
to light, staying competitive.
Haste is the suave part of RSVP;
Earth is spanked all over
for snap love — now on the mouth.
4/22/21
Let me grab a pen and clamber over here to the landmark network... you’re right, this isn’t the window for you or me. Before the heat dies, if ever, we’ll try praying in all directions and improve our math skills for our window cleaners’ sexual satisfaction as they pivot from top panes to a ringing mountain of attention-grabbing hysteria.
The times call for action.
Not
Caliginous faces, doubts, pleasantly high alerts.
No tedious script but liberation in horror!
We heard from the ‘producer’ under his own rubric
that I guess is also an icon of his intentions.
And yet stuck at this end I’d settle for a shorter story
or a preface to a cookbook. Staying within lines.
We’re feeling besieged, a little called out
in his meaning of no revolution now.
Not
Caliginous faces, doubts, pleasantly high alerts.
No tedious script but liberation in horror!
We heard from the ‘producer’ under his own rubric
that I guess is also an icon of his intentions.
And yet stuck at this end I’d settle for a shorter story
or a preface to a cookbook. Staying within lines.
We’re feeling besieged, a little called out
in his meaning of no revolution now.
Let me grab a pen and clamber over here to the landmark network... you’re right, this isn’t the window for you or me. Before the heat dies, if ever, we’ll try praying in all directions and improve our math skills for our window cleaners’ sexual satisfaction as they pivot from top panes to a ringing mountain of attention-grabbing hysteria.
31: You remind me of lovers gone. The morning crew, weathermen
Waving arms over their hidden forecasts in unclothed patterns —
This was their 1st stab at tantrics, due for many now.
They merited love trophies — now yours alone.
You have all of mine,
My tears buried in view of you. They’re inside you,
Removed, disguised as buried glare hung from all-in loving you.
Waving arms over their hidden forecasts in unclothed patterns —
This was their 1st stab at tantrics, due for many now.
They merited love trophies — now yours alone.
You have all of mine,
My tears buried in view of you. They’re inside you,
Removed, disguised as buried glare hung from all-in loving you.
A stab at tantrics, 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.
4/21/21
Operetta’s focus keeps an eye out, part of the epistemic industry that can consider anonymous approximations in crazy-fancy contexts plunked out on a keyboard.
Moving forward I have all of an hour to believe in sweetness made into infamous exposure (in costume). Still, I cannot stress enough
your card was de-activated.
It’s a perilous ‘was’ — let me give you a way out.
Since there are multiple aims, capital will be re-bought, redefined,
irresistibly absorbed in sleights of hand. Meaning it,
if I voice a question mark at the end of feeling genreless, it becomes my pick-up line for the calmative afterlife.
Moving forward I have all of an hour to believe in sweetness made into infamous exposure (in costume). Still, I cannot stress enough
your card was de-activated.
It’s a perilous ‘was’ — let me give you a way out.
Since there are multiple aims, capital will be re-bought, redefined,
irresistibly absorbed in sleights of hand. Meaning it,
if I voice a question mark at the end of feeling genreless, it becomes my pick-up line for the calmative afterlife.
Naval voices wake me up.
It’s too embarrassing
pulsing in a deep mirror,
light rain to snow performing butoh.
(Ethical and mammalian boundaries pertain.)
I’ll put it this way and be done.
I misfiled my core principles, went
for higher ones in baroque-neurotic dream.
Any higher, they’re not talking ..
(there’s tighter discipline)
Highly apéritif,
morally camouflaged cold indirection.
But our metabolism really took off, along
with raw emotions from a huge palimpsest
of no exposition, since
it’s all of the above.
It’s too embarrassing
pulsing in a deep mirror,
light rain to snow performing butoh.
(Ethical and mammalian boundaries pertain.)
I’ll put it this way and be done.
I misfiled my core principles, went
for higher ones in baroque-neurotic dream.
Any higher, they’re not talking ..
(there’s tighter discipline)
Highly apéritif,
morally camouflaged cold indirection.
But our metabolism really took off, along
with raw emotions from a huge palimpsest
of no exposition, since
it’s all of the above.
Literally nothing is granted, nowhere, no how.
There’s a centerpiece to explain how flowers are cut as progressions.
Iconoclasts count them in a series as foreground to falling cornices.
They did (in plurals).
Now months later, there’s good news
Since you wait for a change of fortune, not for empowering others.
Your freedom belongs hiding in plain sight, on the ground.
Fuller discourse can scar others, you see, yet you see nothing but simple, bare facts are slaughtered by pressing the remote.
Free, in subjective sensation.
There’s a centerpiece to explain how flowers are cut as progressions.
Iconoclasts count them in a series as foreground to falling cornices.
They did (in plurals).
Now months later, there’s good news
Since you wait for a change of fortune, not for empowering others.
Your freedom belongs hiding in plain sight, on the ground.
Fuller discourse can scar others, you see, yet you see nothing but simple, bare facts are slaughtered by pressing the remote.
Free, in subjective sensation.
42: What do you need now and for what?
You may ask if I loved you.
Is that my bravo question?
Do you test, tease, defame always to get the best?
I ducked his punch, closed the distance.
My loss is my love’s gain for my sake.
I told him, no don’t, I have to bolt.
Loving offense more, I excuse you both.
You may ask if I loved you.
Is that my bravo question?
Do you test, tease, defame always to get the best?
I ducked his punch, closed the distance.
My loss is my love’s gain for my sake.
I told him, no don’t, I have to bolt.
Loving offense more, I excuse you both.
Flames stink up the place. Hay on fire. Let’s dump all this way in the rearview. We will be leaving footholds in town, doubles of blurs in dizzy luxury, punching thru colorless straw and spheres in embers.
Hay savors its just punishment! — regulatory propriety could care less, looking to nominal trivia — exactly what we recoil from. Who are these authorities summoning logical defenses to endorse their own Hail Mary passes and our first entertaining containment?
Hay savors its just punishment! — regulatory propriety could care less, looking to nominal trivia — exactly what we recoil from. Who are these authorities summoning logical defenses to endorse their own Hail Mary passes and our first entertaining containment?
Our bodies are made for each other.
It’s astonishing. Did you hear back, what?
.. I’m changing my mind for a life you changed
So relax.
No cheap shots. Nope. Take the plunge..
Now I’ll try occupying your emotional life.. I move in with a conscience
Operating with data of the moment.
Our biggest hurdles, memories.
It’s astonishing. Did you hear back, what?
.. I’m changing my mind for a life you changed
So relax.
No cheap shots. Nope. Take the plunge..
Now I’ll try occupying your emotional life.. I move in with a conscience
Operating with data of the moment.
Our biggest hurdles, memories.
4/20/21
Language has a slight vegan sexuality appealing
On one side as noted by third parties
Who hang out in their unusual white corridors,
Suggesting we’re still trembling from the
Pinch off, just a short chopper ride
From the bank and trade. It’s language
With a so called blind glossary,
Investing in placidities.
Why does a face arrest? Our thoughts knit together
Like mica pile ups and our voices ricochet thru voicetracks.
We’re lobbing the acorns underbrush until we’re scooped
Up for holding our breath, bounced, kicked, ungloved by catalysts.
On one side as noted by third parties
Who hang out in their unusual white corridors,
Suggesting we’re still trembling from the
Pinch off, just a short chopper ride
From the bank and trade. It’s language
With a so called blind glossary,
Investing in placidities.
Why does a face arrest? Our thoughts knit together
Like mica pile ups and our voices ricochet thru voicetracks.
We’re lobbing the acorns underbrush until we’re scooped
Up for holding our breath, bounced, kicked, ungloved by catalysts.
36: Radical repetitions. There they go. Altho seeming the same one,
you’re almost mine. Yet you get so far then stop. You’re not alone.
I may not be my one delight — for you are not solely mine. It’s a shame tho we honor our inner living love as it divides us into blotted hours, alone. I confess — or let me confess both radical respects are separable, each shamed into a love of one sort with altered effects —
Your love, mine — honored remains from our nervous systems that distort our both loves, it seems, set to break (but do not so) into two, both borne alone radially.
you’re almost mine. Yet you get so far then stop. You’re not alone.
I may not be my one delight — for you are not solely mine. It’s a shame tho we honor our inner living love as it divides us into blotted hours, alone. I confess — or let me confess both radical respects are separable, each shamed into a love of one sort with altered effects —
Your love, mine — honored remains from our nervous systems that distort our both loves, it seems, set to break (but do not so) into two, both borne alone radially.
Politics directs poetry to harden joy orbs.
A proposition (like this) felt anxious, I guess
...what? This early
When you got up your speech was
Vibrating w/ apnea, falling
Flattened onto note pads in succession zones.
You and what you say expire, all zonal gossip!
Thriftless speech for controlling anger, how your mind is read.
A proposition (like this) felt anxious, I guess
...what? This early
When you got up your speech was
Vibrating w/ apnea, falling
Flattened onto note pads in succession zones.
You and what you say expire, all zonal gossip!
Thriftless speech for controlling anger, how your mind is read.
By future standards don’t-I-wish
is disgusting.
How so? we failures inquire. Clad to the hilt in gray-to-black cashmere, we aren’t discussing business at table. Taciturnity in such morbid surroundings is statutory while you howl. “Mm,” the howler says. He was staring at my clogs, wondering how they’re embossed.
When struck a lightning rod emits dust, after that a solution, a chemical substance that squiggles down to my feet. That’s how.
is disgusting.
How so? we failures inquire. Clad to the hilt in gray-to-black cashmere, we aren’t discussing business at table. Taciturnity in such morbid surroundings is statutory while you howl. “Mm,” the howler says. He was staring at my clogs, wondering how they’re embossed.
When struck a lightning rod emits dust, after that a solution, a chemical substance that squiggles down to my feet. That’s how.
4/19/21
We need a fix for everything founded in potentialities and obsession. Come in. Please step inside where the fix should be.
A dog actually ran in here just now shaking his tail, what deception. In that sentence before — it wasn’t definite what sort of dog he is, but now I know — bad dog.
I'll make him disappear.
And away with these shirtless demagogues from history.
We got them to crack but I want you.
A dog actually ran in here just now shaking his tail, what deception. In that sentence before — it wasn’t definite what sort of dog he is, but now I know — bad dog.
I'll make him disappear.
And away with these shirtless demagogues from history.
We got them to crack but I want you.
We need a fix for everything founded in potentialities and obsession. Come in. Please step inside where the fix should be.
A dog actually ran in here just now shaking his tail, what deception. In that sentence before — it wasn’t definite what sort of dog he is, but now I know — bad dog.
I'll make him disappear.
And away with these shirtless demagogues from history.
We got them to crack but I want you.
A dog actually ran in here just now shaking his tail, what deception. In that sentence before — it wasn’t definite what sort of dog he is, but now I know — bad dog.
I'll make him disappear.
And away with these shirtless demagogues from history.
We got them to crack but I want you.
35: Your slightly shabby rooms are elegant.
A scent of acacia and soft frangipani, sweet but no trespass at all.
You are triumph.
Don’t sweat over past comparisons. Done. Good-bye.
I’ll muddy up your love of skiing once and your playing chess against yourself, may I?
It makes sense at that, loving you is a civil war — sensual to a fault —
Roses, grieve no more.. nor silver fountains, nor clouds, no eclipses!
Good-bye everything.
A scent of acacia and soft frangipani, sweet but no trespass at all.
You are triumph.
Don’t sweat over past comparisons. Done. Good-bye.
I’ll muddy up your love of skiing once and your playing chess against yourself, may I?
It makes sense at that, loving you is a civil war — sensual to a fault —
Roses, grieve no more.. nor silver fountains, nor clouds, no eclipses!
Good-bye everything.
I hear your inside voice, binary to binary autosuggestion.
When it gets dark it sounds fast.
We wanted to go to
This point in real estate, stabilizing the new office — over the ocean
w/out ‘water- or personal-contact.’
Should we take
a message?
We’re talking to what must
be figurative breakpoints with fate and fate’s consignments. 4 walls as examples.
Empty messages recall nothing of detached
sensory esotericists.
We’ll erase that message. Also
Politic display of paranoia recommended for staying cool and stable in an emotional tri-level.
When it gets dark it sounds fast.
We wanted to go to
This point in real estate, stabilizing the new office — over the ocean
w/out ‘water- or personal-contact.’
Should we take
a message?
We’re talking to what must
be figurative breakpoints with fate and fate’s consignments. 4 walls as examples.
Empty messages recall nothing of detached
sensory esotericists.
We’ll erase that message. Also
Politic display of paranoia recommended for staying cool and stable in an emotional tri-level.
4/18/21
At some tiny level there’s spontaneous disintegration of what’s on my mind until I find myself in a “half-life” where speech still matters.
By way of a PS on bohemians, Schuyler (ravaged of course) was more of one than Ginsberg, unravaged. And Brainard (ravaged then unravaged then ravaged) was a big boho. Auden? Think so. Jim Brodey, a boho. Even less narrowly, Harry Matthews.
By way of a PS on bohemians, Schuyler (ravaged of course) was more of one than Ginsberg, unravaged. And Brainard (ravaged then unravaged then ravaged) was a big boho. Auden? Think so. Jim Brodey, a boho. Even less narrowly, Harry Matthews.
On a highway, gentle search lights
— Luxury vans flow in aid. Further uphill
Hauling “rays of light that seethe patently” —
Stolen beauty ...he gives it his way!
He can afford it.
A ray’s lip, your lip, curls in his record performance /
Your opinion or position counts, a worthy argument
Made easier — You take the wheel,
Officer. I’ll hand it to you & have your way —
Then thank him —
There’s due process replicating our facial
Comfort in raw push-pulls...
Touching on other behavior in a wily, rough
Translation (desultorily asexual)...
Brutality extending just to your cheek by jowl on the nth call;
More intuition — “rhymed” with your near-virginity beneath, disappearing into
A thrall’s molecular
Effects.
— Luxury vans flow in aid. Further uphill
Hauling “rays of light that seethe patently” —
Stolen beauty ...he gives it his way!
He can afford it.
A ray’s lip, your lip, curls in his record performance /
Your opinion or position counts, a worthy argument
Made easier — You take the wheel,
Officer. I’ll hand it to you & have your way —
Then thank him —
There’s due process replicating our facial
Comfort in raw push-pulls...
Touching on other behavior in a wily, rough
Translation (desultorily asexual)...
Brutality extending just to your cheek by jowl on the nth call;
More intuition — “rhymed” with your near-virginity beneath, disappearing into
A thrall’s molecular
Effects.
At some tiny level there’s spontaneous disintegration of what’s on my mind until I find myself in a “half-life” where speech still matters.
By way of a PS on bohemians, Schuyler (ravaged of course) was more of one than Ginsberg, unravaged. And Brainard (ravaged then unravaged then ravaged) was a big boho. Auden? Think so. Jim Brodey, a boho. Even less narrowly, Harry Matthews.
By way of a PS on bohemians, Schuyler (ravaged of course) was more of one than Ginsberg, unravaged. And Brainard (ravaged then unravaged then ravaged) was a big boho. Auden? Think so. Jim Brodey, a boho. Even less narrowly, Harry Matthews.
146: I’m talking to you in American.
The savior went missing. No more dying then? Not going to lie, I watched us dream in a.i. economics, weeding and planting over a cemetery’s radius, destabilizing temperaments of worms eating itty souls. Body losses. Looters and rhombus-gatherers, all doing their time respectively — great work for the power preserve, cuts straight through the soul’s restructure creating more chopping patterns to abandon like dross.
Shanghai chips mounted as background to the film score muting key words. The largest source is not Asia, but time, so short a lease, epic sums on slender, empty shots. The 21st century runway and humane instrumentation are redone for open combat. (It might be feminists like us are on genome probation.)
Don’t know. Not going to lie. (Ideologues often get stuck on the last line.)
The savior went missing. No more dying then? Not going to lie, I watched us dream in a.i. economics, weeding and planting over a cemetery’s radius, destabilizing temperaments of worms eating itty souls. Body losses. Looters and rhombus-gatherers, all doing their time respectively — great work for the power preserve, cuts straight through the soul’s restructure creating more chopping patterns to abandon like dross.
Shanghai chips mounted as background to the film score muting key words. The largest source is not Asia, but time, so short a lease, epic sums on slender, empty shots. The 21st century runway and humane instrumentation are redone for open combat. (It might be feminists like us are on genome probation.)
Don’t know. Not going to lie. (Ideologues often get stuck on the last line.)
Outdoors a muted roll call gathers under bright archways,
A hazard to papery aircraft taking off.
We’ll be seen for sure...
Don’t know why we are in this automatic summation now or a few seconds from now after others’ surveillance but before I look you over, with only a few spy cams to snatch our poise inside hypotheses andvice versa... the constant hiding.
A hazard to papery aircraft taking off.
We’ll be seen for sure...
Don’t know why we are in this automatic summation now or a few seconds from now after others’ surveillance but before I look you over, with only a few spy cams to snatch our poise inside hypotheses andvice versa... the constant hiding.
Blackened windows:
We know we don’t know.
Prosody is a marketplace,
a rendezvous to encapsulate data fields for the tongue.
I’m sorry this happened. I was going to stay
the moment we set the stage, squinting within representation..
until I went broke. I was then indebted. I am now.
I just can’t say enough.
Now an international scale opposes the lexemes of my body. It’s scary-loud, yet there’s comic debate as dreams seem to centralize.
I have come to my senses, tho, acting my age with your beauty inside. So what I say prompts the assembly I made of torn Gillette letters and small decimals.
Each step (of my essay) grounds in my heart.
We know we don’t know.
Prosody is a marketplace,
a rendezvous to encapsulate data fields for the tongue.
I’m sorry this happened. I was going to stay
the moment we set the stage, squinting within representation..
until I went broke. I was then indebted. I am now.
I just can’t say enough.
Now an international scale opposes the lexemes of my body. It’s scary-loud, yet there’s comic debate as dreams seem to centralize.
I have come to my senses, tho, acting my age with your beauty inside. So what I say prompts the assembly I made of torn Gillette letters and small decimals.
Each step (of my essay) grounds in my heart.
4/17/21
Beyond us, beyond them, 4% atoms, tiny
wriggling strings; hidden yet 22% of the tug —
dark and unknown predicates
fixated on procedure, a luscious, noiseless bond.
We can call it a bond
adding up the lead time, eyes
open, moving, waiting, meaning
taking rational effect?
You and I can’t attempt it without
touching on our dual roles as we reradiate consensus.
wriggling strings; hidden yet 22% of the tug —
dark and unknown predicates
fixated on procedure, a luscious, noiseless bond.
We can call it a bond
adding up the lead time, eyes
open, moving, waiting, meaning
taking rational effect?
You and I can’t attempt it without
touching on our dual roles as we reradiate consensus.
Our area is interpretive search.
(Want to read our minds?) No symmetry among unequal strains.
No that’s not right.
The ‘search narrator’ feels self criticism got way over-modulated becoming 2nd rate, NGO, poor argot sampling hostility.
Masked or not, my marketing allergy steals from my super ego stuff.. ..easy to cite in tones stressing processed shock and inexactitude.
Flipping out highlighted weak spots, our freedom, our top level surroundings. Peace, justice, ecology, all uplifting.
That’s not to say there’ll be any more food.
But there’s no sponsor tie-in currently.
(Want to read our minds?) No symmetry among unequal strains.
No that’s not right.
The ‘search narrator’ feels self criticism got way over-modulated becoming 2nd rate, NGO, poor argot sampling hostility.
Masked or not, my marketing allergy steals from my super ego stuff.. ..easy to cite in tones stressing processed shock and inexactitude.
Flipping out highlighted weak spots, our freedom, our top level surroundings. Peace, justice, ecology, all uplifting.
That’s not to say there’ll be any more food.
But there’s no sponsor tie-in currently.
88: Patriarchy expands fraternal allegiance. & you & I so belong.
We’re well acquainted with our own double weakness. Well, I really enjoy it. 9 out of 10.
& we’re both right and wrong.
What do you look like now? It’s right to ask? With all my loving thoughts I can set down our story, bending my weaknesses against myself.
We both gain an advantage (all wrong) to prove you virtuous.
We’re well acquainted with our own double weakness. Well, I really enjoy it. 9 out of 10.
& we’re both right and wrong.
What do you look like now? It’s right to ask? With all my loving thoughts I can set down our story, bending my weaknesses against myself.
We both gain an advantage (all wrong) to prove you virtuous.
4/16/21
Homeric language trends...
We can’t compress enough or too much. We were one people at one time (1,000,000 bce).
We also =
glistening statistics advanced by textuality. The underground =
stick abstractions and collisions within a dominant tribal (capitalist) identity.
ID traces out how to refine / displace any remnant of multicultural contempt.
Classification adjoined by adaptation passed thru descendants.
This break and entry ensue under a hot air balloon holding our beef jerky.
We can’t compress enough or too much. We were one people at one time (1,000,000 bce).
We also =
glistening statistics advanced by textuality. The underground =
stick abstractions and collisions within a dominant tribal (capitalist) identity.
ID traces out how to refine / displace any remnant of multicultural contempt.
Classification adjoined by adaptation passed thru descendants.
This break and entry ensue under a hot air balloon holding our beef jerky.
Once your public is mounted you can add your own awesome content!
Your first lover — so taut
— could heal you thru and through.
Then forces of narrative came seething, your breath fixed
to the floor circling midair as if it had a right to.
Also we see our ETA.
We won’t be a second late — your ex boyfriends
understand we can meet in the act of loving you.
That’s the upshot.
Your first lover — so taut
— could heal you thru and through.
Then forces of narrative came seething, your breath fixed
to the floor circling midair as if it had a right to.
Also we see our ETA.
We won’t be a second late — your ex boyfriends
understand we can meet in the act of loving you.
That’s the upshot.
149: Cruelty goes by a few worshipful metaphors. Loving you, or not, down the road.. going against myself.. all due to future lunar invasions!
Heavenly and new, classic, easy, unforgettable metaphors to our surrounding revenge for taking off, fawning over you / fawning under you, quiet and respectful in everyday nudity. For nudity earned your just respect, commanded by your eyes. It will always be a swing reunion in that ritual expanse, a whole new side of narrow and hollow at center, a vacuum spinning wheels!
Heavenly and new, classic, easy, unforgettable metaphors to our surrounding revenge for taking off, fawning over you / fawning under you, quiet and respectful in everyday nudity. For nudity earned your just respect, commanded by your eyes. It will always be a swing reunion in that ritual expanse, a whole new side of narrow and hollow at center, a vacuum spinning wheels!
I have felt your drifting voice,
heard your beautiful style —
from one touch,
one orated note.
Dozing has more ideas for here and the how
— we made contact then in light sleep
inspired by my taking your dream course.
No plans, we thought about speaking,
better than sleeping too much.
Dress casual \ spectacle,
putting my life together but keeping your drift ..
heard your beautiful style —
from one touch,
one orated note.
Dozing has more ideas for here and the how
— we made contact then in light sleep
inspired by my taking your dream course.
No plans, we thought about speaking,
better than sleeping too much.
Dress casual \ spectacle,
putting my life together but keeping your drift ..
4/15/21
It was nice to have known you.
A word travels, calibrated by a ruckus-like paean spoken (rather than speaking) in a large-scale outreach and dialectic — spoken because we both wrote it down to shun sickness and welfare,
license before comeuppance, soul dad —
Make that shortstop outreach where all the jazz wears off.
We’ll sink together deliberately mismatched, yet ignited around the tips by deep compatibility, a healthful state, when we purge
the sea and air, driving it back to a crawl, to a spot to talk.
A word travels, calibrated by a ruckus-like paean spoken (rather than speaking) in a large-scale outreach and dialectic — spoken because we both wrote it down to shun sickness and welfare,
license before comeuppance, soul dad —
Make that shortstop outreach where all the jazz wears off.
We’ll sink together deliberately mismatched, yet ignited around the tips by deep compatibility, a healthful state, when we purge
the sea and air, driving it back to a crawl, to a spot to talk.
Madam poet reads her singable pieces uninflectedly,
a dissonance that plays to mock solemnity (“sing me, song”)
and tuneful reproach (“play dough of god”).
Combing through my notes there’s a world of disputes,
Churlish puffins and other problems to shatter the continuity
Of my exploding goofiness over lunch; of course I mean exploring.
There is no circling the rink.
No complaints or sworn declarations,
Nothing frilly and glib,
No closure nor irresolution —
There’s not a single cudgel you can wield;
We’ve lost your name card and your name.
a dissonance that plays to mock solemnity (“sing me, song”)
and tuneful reproach (“play dough of god”).
Combing through my notes there’s a world of disputes,
Churlish puffins and other problems to shatter the continuity
Of my exploding goofiness over lunch; of course I mean exploring.
There is no circling the rink.
No complaints or sworn declarations,
Nothing frilly and glib,
No closure nor irresolution —
There’s not a single cudgel you can wield;
We’ve lost your name card and your name.
Sonnet 100:
Muse. You.
We have worthless spoils darkening our song
— an idle song we convert into argument
with little or no honor. Still it ‘sings’ to the ear.
In numbers and verse I surveil your fame most everywhere.
You return time and again, lending my base subjects light
— you’re faster in my time.
Rise then: your power and skill suspend all fears
even as we love vicariously — even more to love more,
to redeem spending my fury and life in satire.
Muse. You.
We have worthless spoils darkening our song
— an idle song we convert into argument
with little or no honor. Still it ‘sings’ to the ear.
In numbers and verse I surveil your fame most everywhere.
You return time and again, lending my base subjects light
— you’re faster in my time.
Rise then: your power and skill suspend all fears
even as we love vicariously — even more to love more,
to redeem spending my fury and life in satire.
Weather permitting, there’s a method to share, an incision. What do you say? Bonne balance, hey my — when you whisper this is both natural and perpetual.
Adorno says plain speech is fair game starting over (in the middle) but its sale and puts don’t count. (It’s always been technical.)
Surely there’s foundering beneath the social parasail of violence. Rules commit us. You grow accustomed, so to speak.
Yet that’s only one worst case — let me give you cut, just on the sides. A trim will maximize your signal
As you noted, integrated on a riddle gauge, and part of the solution when you look up.
Adorno says plain speech is fair game starting over (in the middle) but its sale and puts don’t count. (It’s always been technical.)
Surely there’s foundering beneath the social parasail of violence. Rules commit us. You grow accustomed, so to speak.
Yet that’s only one worst case — let me give you cut, just on the sides. A trim will maximize your signal
As you noted, integrated on a riddle gauge, and part of the solution when you look up.
Artifice, craft, life are short and drive you all over.
Making out, I can drop the questions and shoot for craning my mien; by squinting everything visceral is scattered. (Behind artifice there’s an interaction lab.)
(Behind life, a free agnosticism. Easy sway. You’re taken up on your offer.)
Beaten up hulks pour vodka that swirls in determined tones. A film clip with multiple data fields and a crew of deft extras in malaise, one supported by another grabbing a ring thru a rope, dignifying pain.
I’m told you’d prefer not to watch. Using your voice, better to ask a friend or two to make you hurt, pretending they are you, falling mute.
Making out, I can drop the questions and shoot for craning my mien; by squinting everything visceral is scattered. (Behind artifice there’s an interaction lab.)
(Behind life, a free agnosticism. Easy sway. You’re taken up on your offer.)
Beaten up hulks pour vodka that swirls in determined tones. A film clip with multiple data fields and a crew of deft extras in malaise, one supported by another grabbing a ring thru a rope, dignifying pain.
I’m told you’d prefer not to watch. Using your voice, better to ask a friend or two to make you hurt, pretending they are you, falling mute.
4/14/21
This sentence has not improved. It’s been set;
for all appearances nothing lurid was due at signing.
But am confused, sin
-ce claimant to the photogenic vitamin to stop any bleeding
is not an active voice, lacking pronouncement, transitions — useless
as a maxim for future dissent tho settling in
in meaning in a way — like a mourning coat of moods — with no brain.
There’s only my arrigato for your setting me up for your assent.
for all appearances nothing lurid was due at signing.
But am confused, sin
-ce claimant to the photogenic vitamin to stop any bleeding
is not an active voice, lacking pronouncement, transitions — useless
as a maxim for future dissent tho settling in
in meaning in a way — like a mourning coat of moods — with no brain.
There’s only my arrigato for your setting me up for your assent.
Inundated with liberty, I talk thus in mocking forms. It’s well after the game. My face — like yours — sports layers of sleep relief, realizing exponents of our wildest ambitions.
I thought as a lyricist you’d follow the leftover radiant forms — and soberly, even liberally, interact with them in unitary joy (if you can still breathe) —
(I’ve made it normal getting to this next point in our ongoing bear bar repartee.)
I thought as a lyricist you’d follow the leftover radiant forms — and soberly, even liberally, interact with them in unitary joy (if you can still breathe) —
(I’ve made it normal getting to this next point in our ongoing bear bar repartee.)
153: & so. I find I’m ready, proceeding off
these proving grounds in which I solve:
1. Love god heart inflaming new fire. Let’s call this steep ground, unwise yet wise
whilst love-kindling abounds — as well — coincidental as I love golf & went to golf school.
2. New heat every time, your eyes — no cure —
your eyes are the beginning for me as my swing improves in their lively fire.
3. I’m teed up for a trial bath in your eyes —
Heated, seething inside each word I borrow or try on —
All syllables endure in a ‘Cupid’ fountain of steam & desire,
curing us & others with love, sick withal.
these proving grounds in which I solve:
1. Love god heart inflaming new fire. Let’s call this steep ground, unwise yet wise
whilst love-kindling abounds — as well — coincidental as I love golf & went to golf school.
2. New heat every time, your eyes — no cure —
your eyes are the beginning for me as my swing improves in their lively fire.
3. I’m teed up for a trial bath in your eyes —
Heated, seething inside each word I borrow or try on —
All syllables endure in a ‘Cupid’ fountain of steam & desire,
curing us & others with love, sick withal.
4/13/21
45: Sir, libido and swift words send and return messages — coming back as light air (thoughts) and quick fire (desire). Air and fire are both with you (wherever I am).
When I hear nothing from you — I’m no longer glad or assured, merely present-absent, oppressed by melancholy
as it were.
It feels I’ve sent my desire away, far away from me, sad for you.
When I hear nothing from you — I’m no longer glad or assured, merely present-absent, oppressed by melancholy
as it were.
It feels I’ve sent my desire away, far away from me, sad for you.
Reprobates — with a kill-agenda — are tickled into corruption.
Here is the place you and I may detect the language driver, untidy and young, deliberate despite the foundational rule of no rule
And speaking up without permission. In other words,
Sin gets somewhere then stops. The wind withers our good looks.
In the mentalist version we grow inner living language over — to pillory hindsight.
Here is the place you and I may detect the language driver, untidy and young, deliberate despite the foundational rule of no rule
And speaking up without permission. In other words,
Sin gets somewhere then stops. The wind withers our good looks.
In the mentalist version we grow inner living language over — to pillory hindsight.
Been holding our tongues. That’s how it works.
Non-interference takes charge, under which an authentic kindergarten language of crawling gets raised & siege is forcibly asserted. If this were true, working against deadline would shape the last steps of withdrawal from our deadlock with future attributes.
Meantime you targeted a fan like me because of familial obligations to ageless platitude, your camouflage in plain view, the focus of stiff winds over centuries-old middle ground.
In midlife I once had an idea today was over. I forgot, man.
With less & less destruction of evolution, we constitute the Odds-on-Group taking part in the co-ritual to outlast time.
Over & over. Today again.
Limb truncation covers about half the winners & victims in crossfire. How you handle questions & answers — anything you come up with will stomach fair use doctrine — what the privileged young play by. But the next elite resurgence is an elaborate gerrymander where all ambiguity vanishes for a seeming long time.
History is old as mutt.
Non-interference takes charge, under which an authentic kindergarten language of crawling gets raised & siege is forcibly asserted. If this were true, working against deadline would shape the last steps of withdrawal from our deadlock with future attributes.
Meantime you targeted a fan like me because of familial obligations to ageless platitude, your camouflage in plain view, the focus of stiff winds over centuries-old middle ground.
In midlife I once had an idea today was over. I forgot, man.
With less & less destruction of evolution, we constitute the Odds-on-Group taking part in the co-ritual to outlast time.
Over & over. Today again.
Limb truncation covers about half the winners & victims in crossfire. How you handle questions & answers — anything you come up with will stomach fair use doctrine — what the privileged young play by. But the next elite resurgence is an elaborate gerrymander where all ambiguity vanishes for a seeming long time.
History is old as mutt.
4/12/21
Amerigo fell into swelter in untamed aromas
that led his black olive dogs to you, making clear
his off rhyme, his blank stare =
a blast furnace expending heat.
Amerigo pulls the curtains revealing the dog-permitted street
where pet people pass by in walk-on roles.
My quandary repeats among aromas from hydrangea in labor
Yet it’s with Bonnard’s vision of pleasure I’d be holding you for conniving to carpet silence. O Amerigo —
Another wish unfulfilled as you and I round off contrasting demands of flimsy seriality and sequence, conquering death with more choices and repose.
that led his black olive dogs to you, making clear
his off rhyme, his blank stare =
a blast furnace expending heat.
Amerigo pulls the curtains revealing the dog-permitted street
where pet people pass by in walk-on roles.
My quandary repeats among aromas from hydrangea in labor
Yet it’s with Bonnard’s vision of pleasure I’d be holding you for conniving to carpet silence. O Amerigo —
Another wish unfulfilled as you and I round off contrasting demands of flimsy seriality and sequence, conquering death with more choices and repose.
[adverb not here] I can’t face facts auf deutsch. I invented my elbow railing
thru intimation, insinuation, innuendo.
Also it was something I ate control-grouped by coughing.
Never believe quite a theory, we never say it’s only conjecture.
To translate costs a constellation or a bundle of heart, faint of.
Also it was something I ate control-grouped by coughing.
Never believe quite a theory, we never say it’s only conjecture.
To translate costs a constellation or a bundle of heart, faint of.
Condition blue.
Ten or so
bars kick it off, racing
over one ocean.
Ripping in mean
swimmer’s blue,
in a competing mesne,
inseparable in another, a gnarly magenta
more down surf, startling
That swells
the back light between us.
We would need payment and your signed form
Forgotten for dead but still in view:
If we put our hands..
you can’t hear me you’re going too fast (bicyclist to bicyclist).
Ten or so
bars kick it off, racing
over one ocean.
Ripping in mean
swimmer’s blue,
in a competing mesne,
inseparable in another, a gnarly magenta
more down surf, startling
That swells
the back light between us.
We would need payment and your signed form
Forgotten for dead but still in view:
If we put our hands..
you can’t hear me you’re going too fast (bicyclist to bicyclist).
Testimony, transit to.
To float in unlicensed undercurrents from a mature avantist is not much of a surprise. We testify to others as bona fide avantists, with demeanors buoyed by a calming, enlightened refusal that likely rubbed off during their early intake of an illusory social imagination.
Or don’t know. (Transiting auto-refusal.)
To float in unlicensed undercurrents from a mature avantist is not much of a surprise. We testify to others as bona fide avantists, with demeanors buoyed by a calming, enlightened refusal that likely rubbed off during their early intake of an illusory social imagination.
Or don’t know. (Transiting auto-refusal.)
4/11/21
José has a libido viewable within antic constructions
In a lug cabin for paired centrists, a flight down,
A perimeter of memory foam and asphalt where metamorphoses are cast away.
In a deep ride we round this off in latinate stencils for amnesia’s willfully
Fixed width.
Spirals discharge. You were great, shook up, yoked.
In a lug cabin for paired centrists, a flight down,
A perimeter of memory foam and asphalt where metamorphoses are cast away.
In a deep ride we round this off in latinate stencils for amnesia’s willfully
Fixed width.
Spirals discharge. You were great, shook up, yoked.
103: You’re showing up more. I got wind of it, put you in
Just to make our list. I’m from and form the periphery;
My muse makes it so. Don’t blame me.
Say I’ll be back. We’ll look into it. You never can tell.
Poverty is all right but not extreme poverty. Without you I’m barely striving
“How do I love you and have the scope,
And again expect no help?”
Some things you need to whisper again and more, much more ..
(I forget now what you sound like.)
Just to make our list. I’m from and form the periphery;
My muse makes it so. Don’t blame me.
Say I’ll be back. We’ll look into it. You never can tell.
Poverty is all right but not extreme poverty. Without you I’m barely striving
“How do I love you and have the scope,
And again expect no help?”
Some things you need to whisper again and more, much more ..
(I forget now what you sound like.)
What do we mean ‘quest’?
Each year corrupts the ultra-field, infatuated mostly with active measures. The elders have rules. Stay funny and comfortable is one.
Another is also fancy, more or less fun. Insert handkerchief. Shave twice a week. Does your dad look selfless to see you slung in the eyes of other men?
What can we do without sleeping around in our measured subculture? Serve meaning with a sleight thru science and art for all.
Last, best, fair in gay love. Then I’ll ask you about immaculate being, rondure and cold feet. That’s dashing on to allegory, the one they call Stepping Up:
Acquisitive Quest Giving Ourselves, Keeping Ourselves.
*
Oh My God, I so adore you. I thought I was alone in my hatred.
Each year corrupts the ultra-field, infatuated mostly with active measures. The elders have rules. Stay funny and comfortable is one.
Another is also fancy, more or less fun. Insert handkerchief. Shave twice a week. Does your dad look selfless to see you slung in the eyes of other men?
What can we do without sleeping around in our measured subculture? Serve meaning with a sleight thru science and art for all.
Last, best, fair in gay love. Then I’ll ask you about immaculate being, rondure and cold feet. That’s dashing on to allegory, the one they call Stepping Up:
Acquisitive Quest Giving Ourselves, Keeping Ourselves.
*
Oh My God, I so adore you. I thought I was alone in my hatred.
José has a libido viewable within either antic construction
In a lug cabin for paired centrists, a flight down,
A perimeter of memory foam and asphalt where metamorphoses are cast away.
In deep a ride we round this off in latinate stencils for amnesia’s willfully
Fixed width.
Spirals discharge. You were great, shook up, yoked.
In a lug cabin for paired centrists, a flight down,
A perimeter of memory foam and asphalt where metamorphoses are cast away.
In deep a ride we round this off in latinate stencils for amnesia’s willfully
Fixed width.
Spirals discharge. You were great, shook up, yoked.
4/10/21
I picked up from a flier my soul is a hypothesis. Since the soul thrives in new enterprises and ecologies, you and I begged its wiggly self to swim further and stick with a sublimely experimental school of thought, to rally for more than this textual ceramic holding sprays of looking glass.
Sudden lightning over fogs of drizzle. Over ravines. Knower and the known, all branches, all matter —
You and I went for all 3 doors assuming no threshold ahead where materiality can’t exist. No dissonance, no interruption.
Three ways could also be the middle,
since Buddha and Buddhists are different things.
Sudden lightning over fogs of drizzle. Over ravines. Knower and the known, all branches, all matter —
You and I went for all 3 doors assuming no threshold ahead where materiality can’t exist. No dissonance, no interruption.
Three ways could also be the middle,
since Buddha and Buddhists are different things.
RNA itemizes tasks.
Do you like winter’s dares?
Or to be bubble-footed in dark briefs!
None of the above!
Nonfat, never satisfied, we live on the edge, they say,
we come from creatures far back, slowly calmed
by disquiet we were of a kind they were to others, lacking
redoubled patrimony and finding-it-out tools. Just ask
distribution adjustment @ sports.com — they have those to spare..
The slew tasked down from behaviorist beliefs.
Do you like winter’s dares?
Or to be bubble-footed in dark briefs!
None of the above!
Nonfat, never satisfied, we live on the edge, they say,
we come from creatures far back, slowly calmed
by disquiet we were of a kind they were to others, lacking
redoubled patrimony and finding-it-out tools. Just ask
distribution adjustment @ sports.com — they have those to spare..
The slew tasked down from behaviorist beliefs.
2: We never come across deep trenches in your beauty here.
Slow, like never before, a thriftless parabola of your face intersects the both of us. Parabolas feel their own pedigree (that was).
Face to shoulders, gestures are precise well into your eyes, and through your eyes, the viewer’s glass.
There are proud motions throughout — answering to your deep-sunken eyes. Warm and cold pride climb down a first, second, third hill. Falling lower — a lusty mainstream-underground
of successors proceeding with all-eating eyes — we — some of us — avoid successors. Of small worth. Then asked, will
you recover some of mine? Renew my worth? how much? let’s renew
our blood warm coordinates, summed up in fair use
remembering pleasures of the eyes! neck! and chest!
Yes there..
Slow, like never before, a thriftless parabola of your face intersects the both of us. Parabolas feel their own pedigree (that was).
Face to shoulders, gestures are precise well into your eyes, and through your eyes, the viewer’s glass.
There are proud motions throughout — answering to your deep-sunken eyes. Warm and cold pride climb down a first, second, third hill. Falling lower — a lusty mainstream-underground
of successors proceeding with all-eating eyes — we — some of us — avoid successors. Of small worth. Then asked, will
you recover some of mine? Renew my worth? how much? let’s renew
our blood warm coordinates, summed up in fair use
remembering pleasures of the eyes! neck! and chest!
Yes there..
What’s my business? The pin numbers told me to go off, and that led to my holding
all these volatility models from A.I., an omnibus vocalism in a sense.
Points ahead are to enable passing tourneys among tense Fu dudes
to nuance hidden risks when shifting weight (a merging accounts request).
Modern proceedings are bated like these, day after day, not stopping, not finishing..
all these volatility models from A.I., an omnibus vocalism in a sense.
Points ahead are to enable passing tourneys among tense Fu dudes
to nuance hidden risks when shifting weight (a merging accounts request).
Modern proceedings are bated like these, day after day, not stopping, not finishing..
4/9/21
It’s looking like this is the rag decade, and the worst part —
we made messes all over to roll with the last one, where we were lost and then
I contest the following.
“Gogol, Nikolay Gogol, with an M.A. in these matters, says gut feeling, sane behavior and noncriminal discourse teeter on the grotesque.” I can’t turn that down tho I can’t propose only what his language suggests.
we made messes all over to roll with the last one, where we were lost and then
I contest the following.
“Gogol, Nikolay Gogol, with an M.A. in these matters, says gut feeling, sane behavior and noncriminal discourse teeter on the grotesque.” I can’t turn that down tho I can’t propose only what his language suggests.
How I do love you —
Tho graduate studies seem piecemeal,
I watched us dreaming like economists
affecting a radius of two coasts.
What happened out there? What for?
The survey said you and I made it to the 2nd challenge,
a winning session in crude instrumentation.
Looking into the camera makes this a documentary.
Gestalt-like comfort in disruption is one point for our seminar at 22 hours.
Tho graduate studies seem piecemeal,
I watched us dreaming like economists
affecting a radius of two coasts.
What happened out there? What for?
The survey said you and I made it to the 2nd challenge,
a winning session in crude instrumentation.
Looking into the camera makes this a documentary.
Gestalt-like comfort in disruption is one point for our seminar at 22 hours.
Sonnet 119: Software permeates adolescent philosophy. This madder hell points to asphalt perimeters, why error messages commit to wretched structures (applying fears to hopes)
:
:
building up un-manacled distraction so amor in the head is amazing, far greater, madder fever!
:
:
Some ways syzygy rounds this off in latinate Greek — evil still made better — for amnesia’s fixed width, blessed never, rebuked to our heart’s content!
:
:
And ruined we kept losing, true, losing you .. spent, shaken tame.
:
:
building up un-manacled distraction so amor in the head is amazing, far greater, madder fever!
:
:
Some ways syzygy rounds this off in latinate Greek — evil still made better — for amnesia’s fixed width, blessed never, rebuked to our heart’s content!
:
:
And ruined we kept losing, true, losing you .. spent, shaken tame.
Song: How long have you planted thoughts without class balance?
Teaching can’t be taught. Or
let me pull an invisible
to the eye hair off your blouse to increase the speed.
I hardly know myself. And will never know you. I’ll give you a call.
Ah, I read before the body is loaded with symbolism for all seasons. So I’m leaving disjunction behind. To work with you (our holistic plan) is one way to avoid subjectivity as a nominal fallacy.
To be anyone who will die isn’t perverse, it’s in the grief code.
— that’s the sport in self presence, staying yourself, perhaps, to squelch actions that seem certain when hidden by how far we are beaten into their projections. Self presence.
Teaching can’t be taught. Or
let me pull an invisible
to the eye hair off your blouse to increase the speed.
I hardly know myself. And will never know you. I’ll give you a call.
Ah, I read before the body is loaded with symbolism for all seasons. So I’m leaving disjunction behind. To work with you (our holistic plan) is one way to avoid subjectivity as a nominal fallacy.
To be anyone who will die isn’t perverse, it’s in the grief code.
— that’s the sport in self presence, staying yourself, perhaps, to squelch actions that seem certain when hidden by how far we are beaten into their projections. Self presence.
4/8/21
Very good, Jack. We were going over some numbers, audience shares, I mean maxims, and...
I’m here to voice concern about automata poetry / self critique spiraling out of control...
Look, I’m filling out forms on the nightstand.
The point is I’m not writing anything “garbage-y.”
Not
anymore.
Don’t be silly, Jack. You are daytime poetry.
That’s cruel, Rabbi, very cruel.
I’m here to voice concern about automata poetry / self critique spiraling out of control...
Look, I’m filling out forms on the nightstand.
The point is I’m not writing anything “garbage-y.”
Not
anymore.
Don’t be silly, Jack. You are daytime poetry.
That’s cruel, Rabbi, very cruel.
Sonnet 94:
We can’t go on without thinking it over.
If I had had the foreground I’d be subsiding in attrition as it were,
I’d have heaven’s grace to weed out pleasure as well as caution.
& if I had taken fewer notes I’d have less power to hurt
in expressing “you,” “me” and any unclenched feelings
which we can’t pinpoint or supplicate, my lord, husband...
But may I live and die if fair ever turns sour
or our summer festers rather than show summer flowers with no pitched provisos
and integers-to-be, no part to fix, no comeuppance, none.
We can’t go on without thinking it over.
If I had had the foreground I’d be subsiding in attrition as it were,
I’d have heaven’s grace to weed out pleasure as well as caution.
& if I had taken fewer notes I’d have less power to hurt
in expressing “you,” “me” and any unclenched feelings
which we can’t pinpoint or supplicate, my lord, husband...
But may I live and die if fair ever turns sour
or our summer festers rather than show summer flowers with no pitched provisos
and integers-to-be, no part to fix, no comeuppance, none.
A film maker, one poet (out of two), is turning to performance crafts, sits and lets you alternate looking at this person and thinking, has the floor moved?
It’s wild mist, without much shine and whose staying put is more to the point — dull mist, not gilded enough.
An accomplished film maker blots within mists. Thanks for his or her almost dry touches and for you, your weak calligraphy — placing personality ahead of nature and daydreaming. Literally.
You’re standing up, looking ok despite your sleep work-around to perfection. I’m by your side. On your side.
Mist trickles down rewriting chain letters you refuse to answer. Good for you.
Good for you!
It’s wild mist, without much shine and whose staying put is more to the point — dull mist, not gilded enough.
An accomplished film maker blots within mists. Thanks for his or her almost dry touches and for you, your weak calligraphy — placing personality ahead of nature and daydreaming. Literally.
You’re standing up, looking ok despite your sleep work-around to perfection. I’m by your side. On your side.
Mist trickles down rewriting chain letters you refuse to answer. Good for you.
Good for you!
Anyone can wish for ‘portal trans specificity,’
Me? I eliminate markers to get fully inside my face. Your face.
Your brow sports a few layers of sleep
relief, aching in baby, cutely accruing intimacy.
Meanwhile a new team works on peer strategy, yielding larger holds on cultural cynicism..
*
A kimono is entered, explaining ardor without thought, and with. It also explains our slender objectives wearing each other’s fragrance, weakening the night body.
*
A kimono is entered, explaining ardor without thought, and with. It also explains our slender objectives wearing each other’s fragrance, weakening the night body.
4/7/21
RNA itemizes tasks.
Do you like winter’s dares?
Or to be bubble-footed in dark briefs!
None of the above!
Nonfat, never satisfied, we live on the edge, they say,
we come from creatures far back, slowly calmed
by disquiet we were of a kind they were to others, lacking
redoubled patrimony and finding-it-out tools. Just ask
distribution adjustment @ sports.com — they have those to spare..
The slew tasked down from behaviorist beliefs.
Do you like winter’s dares?
Or to be bubble-footed in dark briefs!
None of the above!
Nonfat, never satisfied, we live on the edge, they say,
we come from creatures far back, slowly calmed
by disquiet we were of a kind they were to others, lacking
redoubled patrimony and finding-it-out tools. Just ask
distribution adjustment @ sports.com — they have those to spare..
The slew tasked down from behaviorist beliefs.
Un-sober gestures, precise. Bright eyes, sparkling motions. You and I should get a huge kiss.
But it’s hard to pilot (let alone hatch) a plan out of leftist smoke. Mm-hmm. Green new rhetoric toward a political realignment is hemi-obvious now, at this hour of the fireball pyramid scheme — v — those who vote to approve public squalor juxtaposed obscene capitalist private milieux?
— v —
Start from the midsection, track your rectangular coordinates, understand pleasures of the neck, chest and eyes.
Before thrills, yoga is fantastic. I’m 12 years old for now.
But it’s hard to pilot (let alone hatch) a plan out of leftist smoke. Mm-hmm. Green new rhetoric toward a political realignment is hemi-obvious now, at this hour of the fireball pyramid scheme — v — those who vote to approve public squalor juxtaposed obscene capitalist private milieux?
— v —
Start from the midsection, track your rectangular coordinates, understand pleasures of the neck, chest and eyes.
Before thrills, yoga is fantastic. I’m 12 years old for now.
16: It’s hard to do a mock-up & care. One idea for you, keep giving yourself away.
You have no better nor sweeter skill than to fortify my grasp and rhyme-on with me.
Girlfriends, boys, gardens, all “outward fair,”
Nothing less! No less and still another idea for you. Only a wish.
To have you stand on top of flowering gardens, happy, alive in the eyes of those living now .. only an idea, yet unset.
I can’t tell you I don’t care.
You have no better nor sweeter skill than to fortify my grasp and rhyme-on with me.
Girlfriends, boys, gardens, all “outward fair,”
Nothing less! No less and still another idea for you. Only a wish.
To have you stand on top of flowering gardens, happy, alive in the eyes of those living now .. only an idea, yet unset.
I can’t tell you I don’t care.
We blame trumpeting birds’ beaks
stemming the tide, ruining our rails.
Also our headboard with no utility, other hooks.
Sing: can we cut to the creation part?
A chorus is plural en scene where our fiction holds.
So if darkness “must take a wider horizon of use,” why not just be kind to the top actors?
Astronomical and infinitesimal sums, problems compelling our work that front-loads knowledge construction to reform quite a remote number of spaces and times, fed and oppressed by day, by night, off and on.
stemming the tide, ruining our rails.
Also our headboard with no utility, other hooks.
Sing: can we cut to the creation part?
A chorus is plural en scene where our fiction holds.
So if darkness “must take a wider horizon of use,” why not just be kind to the top actors?
Astronomical and infinitesimal sums, problems compelling our work that front-loads knowledge construction to reform quite a remote number of spaces and times, fed and oppressed by day, by night, off and on.
4/6/21
Sobriety, not mine, makes the case for / against tedium in semi-dirge, that is, in the poem-making venture. Boredom? Blame it on our near relatives, the empire-prone who once rode escalators up and down the Radisson close by.
Sociologists are stepping up and nodding off
Under the influence of futon cramps at home owing to driving similar vehicles to work
Transporting pouti debs and elephant men,
Dostoevsky wrote.
Sociologists are stepping up and nodding off
Under the influence of futon cramps at home owing to driving similar vehicles to work
Transporting pouti debs and elephant men,
Dostoevsky wrote.
It began as parallel ideas.
You were saying Harry Partch’s gadgets and impulse intersect
An immersive ocular apparatus, thumping
W/ the capacity to recognize infinite series
As a glow that’s cool, regular. Decoys,
Japanese cranes
(Living somewhat left of Unitarian)..
.. Impossible to separate churning out understatements from his performance — both amaze. Good pitch. So that’s how Partch and the landscape felt. Next, full fashion treasure advanced by a minimalist method, burning out your swing
Meeting half-pain in no way hapless, sensing no value contingent; partly insight, partly joy.
You were saying Harry Partch’s gadgets and impulse intersect
An immersive ocular apparatus, thumping
W/ the capacity to recognize infinite series
As a glow that’s cool, regular. Decoys,
Japanese cranes
(Living somewhat left of Unitarian)..
.. Impossible to separate churning out understatements from his performance — both amaze. Good pitch. So that’s how Partch and the landscape felt. Next, full fashion treasure advanced by a minimalist method, burning out your swing
Meeting half-pain in no way hapless, sensing no value contingent; partly insight, partly joy.
Sobriety, not mine, makes the case for / against tedium in semi-dirge, that is, in the poem-making venture. Boredom? Blame it on our near relatives, the empire-prone who once rode escalators up and down the Radisson close by.
Sociologists are stepping up and nodding off
Under the influence of futon cramps at home owing to driving similar vehicles to work
Transporting pouti debs and elephant men,
Dostoevsky wrote.
Sociologists are stepping up and nodding off
Under the influence of futon cramps at home owing to driving similar vehicles to work
Transporting pouti debs and elephant men,
Dostoevsky wrote.
12: This is a fugue in your full name..
we’ll talk this time.. talk bristly.
We won’t count the hideous silvered clock — how telling in its barren prime..
Yes, we’re spry in our bravery, our spring movements and motives, agile yet underhanded
getting back to catch the hang of how time gives and takes.
You may notice we’re defenseless, forsaken, since we must go on, borne
regardless, wives girded up in sheaves, older men on biers with white, bristly beards.
Any time today then subject to fast change
as sweets and beauties are disarranged —
Never saw them coming, old and new succumbing to murder and death — but not here, with you —
We brave you more, questioning you as if we never waste our time through summer,
your beauty growing so well now into the future..
we’ll talk this time.. talk bristly.
We won’t count the hideous silvered clock — how telling in its barren prime..
Yes, we’re spry in our bravery, our spring movements and motives, agile yet underhanded
getting back to catch the hang of how time gives and takes.
You may notice we’re defenseless, forsaken, since we must go on, borne
regardless, wives girded up in sheaves, older men on biers with white, bristly beards.
Any time today then subject to fast change
as sweets and beauties are disarranged —
Never saw them coming, old and new succumbing to murder and death — but not here, with you —
We brave you more, questioning you as if we never waste our time through summer,
your beauty growing so well now into the future..
4/5/21
A mind is a beautiful tool of late capitalism (the unwitting effect and cause).
Capitalism stands erect, at the American curbside, eyes unblinking, a whiff of more aroma, waiting.
Capitalism then gets to open up its dude ranch, akin to rustic manufacture, the gig economy spreads further west to prey on the drunk and disorderly. This is the highway slugs run out on, leaving us a little dizzy. You’re the 10th dude / muse..
I was wondering wha ...
The mind sits there. It wants to be best
friends. It’s saved us burgers.
Capitalism stands erect, at the American curbside, eyes unblinking, a whiff of more aroma, waiting.
Capitalism then gets to open up its dude ranch, akin to rustic manufacture, the gig economy spreads further west to prey on the drunk and disorderly. This is the highway slugs run out on, leaving us a little dizzy. You’re the 10th dude / muse..
I was wondering wha ...
The mind sits there. It wants to be best
friends. It’s saved us burgers.
Switching phones, I look up at the crazy dental intern waiting to take me out.
Silence is oversexed-enormous but I practice it.
I’m sick of guy’s things.
Not running, walking rapidly, I cross the hall, the long one with mental achievements ....
... come out the complex, take the duck walk ....
...go through a dedicated lot ....
... and into Q7 in one STEADICAM SHOT.
*
Back then I was a dental monitor, not a dentist
Silence is oversexed-enormous but I practice it.
I’m sick of guy’s things.
Not running, walking rapidly, I cross the hall, the long one with mental achievements ....
... come out the complex, take the duck walk ....
...go through a dedicated lot ....
... and into Q7 in one STEADICAM SHOT.
*
Back then I was a dental monitor, not a dentist
133: My strategy is sweet sleep until we wake.
Who’s calling?
Your friend is coming. Must I abandon myself? then even my next self? both appear wounded players, both slaves, both to slavery?
Who can say? Twice or say thrice double crossed and, again, — it’s not enough to torture me alone —
Engrossed, I can hear my friend’s heart groan as if in jail — pent up cruelty that’s iterative, baroque:
As if out of time Couperin slouched with the naked around Antoinette.
But let’s be rigorous now and agree while we’re in prison I am within you. I am yours by force.
And I keep you in my heart on guard of you and for all of you that is in me.
Who’s calling?
Your friend is coming. Must I abandon myself? then even my next self? both appear wounded players, both slaves, both to slavery?
Who can say? Twice or say thrice double crossed and, again, — it’s not enough to torture me alone —
Engrossed, I can hear my friend’s heart groan as if in jail — pent up cruelty that’s iterative, baroque:
As if out of time Couperin slouched with the naked around Antoinette.
But let’s be rigorous now and agree while we’re in prison I am within you. I am yours by force.
And I keep you in my heart on guard of you and for all of you that is in me.
Guards stood tall. United keeping their balance over parcels. Now they tell you take off your belt.
The impression received: every advance serves a purpose. A higher purpose according to those hoisted in disarming breeze. Purpose in a word is metonymic for devastation in dance, collapsing under our own glare in supernumerary haste, minor readjustments in body politik on a purely intentional scale opposite a line-up of out-of-control voice forms.
Then ballet natives yield to a rush of idols and new people center stage... my right, your left.
*
Dispatched for
chaos
yet
subjects of desire in another sense, an echo
understanding from Q’s & A’s in visible
twin lights
Minimalist
and suddenly just theory.
Awing in a wolf’s regime,
there’s brush
fire toward mosquitos — shot
through the throat, asking too much.
Then ballet natives yield to a rush of idols and new people center stage... my right, your left.
*
Dispatched for
chaos
yet
subjects of desire in another sense, an echo
understanding from Q’s & A’s in visible
twin lights
Minimalist
and suddenly just theory.
Awing in a wolf’s regime,
there’s brush
fire toward mosquitos — shot
through the throat, asking too much.
4/4/21
Our agents are crazy about the bigger paradigm of what’s to come
Leaving you as a health threat... For a reprieve,
Dead celebrities are a cemetery’s anchor tenants.
Thru their ongoing fame they bolster hasty promises of eternal life.
Yes or no, certainly. & all right.
A sunny, boyish grin [here] is remarkably ambitious
Winning the beginning, now smoldering.
“The float is radiant, jammed with radiant things.”
Back I said, a piece of undertaking advice.
Reputations precede character, tact of apprehension remains
Deferentially. Party masks are off the board, a precondition in reprieve.
Leaving you as a health threat... For a reprieve,
Dead celebrities are a cemetery’s anchor tenants.
Thru their ongoing fame they bolster hasty promises of eternal life.
Yes or no, certainly. & all right.
A sunny, boyish grin [here] is remarkably ambitious
Winning the beginning, now smoldering.
“The float is radiant, jammed with radiant things.”
Back I said, a piece of undertaking advice.
Reputations precede character, tact of apprehension remains
Deferentially. Party masks are off the board, a precondition in reprieve.
Indebted? to what?
We’re a special team. We’re circumspect.
Our sharing mechanism (pretext) gives no voice
to repeated wandering motifs over a long silence
we back off from. Nightly
we face gilded thickets of cloud & southerly winds
taking it to other investors who might stay offended,
the next step in the training.
We’re a special team. We’re circumspect.
Our sharing mechanism (pretext) gives no voice
to repeated wandering motifs over a long silence
we back off from. Nightly
we face gilded thickets of cloud & southerly winds
taking it to other investors who might stay offended,
the next step in the training.
21: This is a loose translation, hemmed in on earth, drawing on the sea, heaven’s air and your love. So it’s not about me but my verse muse. You planted yourself here coupled within sun and moon.
I’m composing with you, stirred by huge purpose and your incomparable beauty — writing truly from love of April’s 1st-born flowers, gems, and richer, rarer hearsay — our search skyward with gold-dipped candles fixed in air! Up there we rehearse how you and I write together, and then how I believe I’m truly with you, in love.
A truffle and goat cheese pizza, for all its ambition, feels contrived
next to Talking Chimp.
The Talking Mallard Dogs sounded as good as they looked, they learned how to speak for themselves, and they came off so authentic you and your pet would think they were Talking Chimps. But they produced only vowel sounds from a larynx implant device.
Talking Chimp is laughing now unable to stop rubbing down there. Spa services await you, Talking Chimp!
The Talking Mallard Dogs sounded as good as they looked, they learned how to speak for themselves, and they came off so authentic you and your pet would think they were Talking Chimps. But they produced only vowel sounds from a larynx implant device.
Talking Chimp is laughing now unable to stop rubbing down there. Spa services await you, Talking Chimp!
In my illusion of minimalism = hammering steel,
I scored a first wormhole on schedule, a hell of a bind. The frayed entity, o
no, I should say the accretion settled down, humble salve
soon spread over both of us, lost, scattered into brain memeory trying to remember and
Simply put, trying to find now where early wounds from speech are
produced, which sort hits or fits most, kind friend .... mimesis within nature,
uppermost.
How is sorrow possible, otherwise?
I scored a first wormhole on schedule, a hell of a bind. The frayed entity, o
no, I should say the accretion settled down, humble salve
soon spread over both of us, lost, scattered into brain memeory trying to remember and
Simply put, trying to find now where early wounds from speech are
produced, which sort hits or fits most, kind friend .... mimesis within nature,
uppermost.
How is sorrow possible, otherwise?
4/3/21
Nice save. There’s a title now for most anything.
The sentence: the Bruins lost squawking about losing
diagrams the opportunity.
Diagram: ‘But should we use quotation marks?’
That’s a whammy..
let me think.
By then our thought freezes
just why we reserve dopey incongruence
nested within notes to adjunct scenery,
the right tonal performance, a normative outcome.
Nice save. One of them.
Ah ‘summary’ jitters keep an eye out, a Bruins fool fence
-sitting to guard tall shapes and volumes of light
stuck on a question muttered to himself, could this really be “quoted.”
The sentence: the Bruins lost squawking about losing
diagrams the opportunity.
Diagram: ‘But should we use quotation marks?’
That’s a whammy..
let me think.
By then our thought freezes
just why we reserve dopey incongruence
nested within notes to adjunct scenery,
the right tonal performance, a normative outcome.
Nice save. One of them.
Ah ‘summary’ jitters keep an eye out, a Bruins fool fence
-sitting to guard tall shapes and volumes of light
stuck on a question muttered to himself, could this really be “quoted.”
You sit languidly, the other side of the room. You’re locked in circumstance.
Your argument last night was great. You like to dwell publicly on crispnesses in whispers in the air. Not only that, you may already be a criminal laureate.
You have the single most meticulous details for me. You chill the sorbet and warm the surf insidiously. Your sleep is like a language recognized by flowers at evolutionary distances.
Mercury is wow! Mars.
Your argument last night was great. You like to dwell publicly on crispnesses in whispers in the air. Not only that, you may already be a criminal laureate.
You have the single most meticulous details for me. You chill the sorbet and warm the surf insidiously. Your sleep is like a language recognized by flowers at evolutionary distances.
Mercury is wow! Mars.
Nice save. There’s a title now for most anything.
The sentence: the Bruins lost squawking about losing
diagrams the opportunity.
Diagram: ‘But should we use quotation marks?’
That’s a whammy..
let me think.
By then our thought freezes
just why we reserve dopey incongruence
nested within notes to adjunct scenery,
the right tonal performance, a normative outcome.
Nice save. One of them.
Ah ‘summary’ jitters keep an eye out, a Bruins fool fence
-sitting to guard tall shapes and volumes of light
stuck on a question muttered to himself, could this really be “quoted.”
The sentence: the Bruins lost squawking about losing
diagrams the opportunity.
Diagram: ‘But should we use quotation marks?’
That’s a whammy..
let me think.
By then our thought freezes
just why we reserve dopey incongruence
nested within notes to adjunct scenery,
the right tonal performance, a normative outcome.
Nice save. One of them.
Ah ‘summary’ jitters keep an eye out, a Bruins fool fence
-sitting to guard tall shapes and volumes of light
stuck on a question muttered to himself, could this really be “quoted.”
109: Mind and body worship seem vicarious, false of heart before conforming to a belief system to qualify. As for my soul, I’m with you, my rose.
But I like meeting new people as well as having you — that would be progress, the sum of good times — not with the time exchange with only the preposterously good but also frail kinds of blood, yet the sum of all, life changing love of you. Hoarse for weeks.
But I like meeting new people as well as having you — that would be progress, the sum of good times — not with the time exchange with only the preposterously good but also frail kinds of blood, yet the sum of all, life changing love of you. Hoarse for weeks.
4/2/21
This cloaking device avoids detection. Slanting, lost, an hour later we’re beginning to wander over borders, since borders are still porous. Just look at this possessed adventure! I need some topper wipe.
You’re fluttering on me. Flickering,
And all this repetition is binary to binary autosuggestion.
Smelling you in all your possible reassignments.
— A rank in heaven!
You’re fluttering on me. Flickering,
And all this repetition is binary to binary autosuggestion.
Smelling you in all your possible reassignments.
— A rank in heaven!
123: Lament — I defy you and your truth —
I trust only timetables born of our desire. Nothing novel. Nothing strange.
Our continual haste, our poor retention, our brief dates give me the butterflies and more butterflies chasing more... no lie —
as 10 to the 10th more wind up as polygamists barnstorming thru
a winging-it hemisphere where I can never forget you. Not you!
I trust only timetables born of our desire. Nothing novel. Nothing strange.
Our continual haste, our poor retention, our brief dates give me the butterflies and more butterflies chasing more... no lie —
as 10 to the 10th more wind up as polygamists barnstorming thru
a winging-it hemisphere where I can never forget you. Not you!
On the b side, 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 over where you are is so blatantly filled with what it spreads everywhere completely negating its purpose.
So why does it get processed in our eyes down 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 over where you are is so blatantly filled with what it spreads everywhere completely negating its purpose.
So why does it get processed in our eyes down through history?
Maybe I’m a critic who’s decided to blab about all the wealth we have coming.
4/1/21
Ladies, we’ve made some decisions.
Ladies will be tailored upstairs conserved for the surface
torn off mountainous pates (veined with wood),
in a rage and afterlife like phosphorous’s.
And you see, Leo was dismissive of Gertrude’s writing. Stein took
a working vacation, arranging piss flowers. Then Bianca!
Without that sweet sous-prefecture of brotherly disdain
she may not have gone hunting for the glimmer in Alice’s voice.
Ladies will be tailored upstairs conserved for the surface
torn off mountainous pates (veined with wood),
in a rage and afterlife like phosphorous’s.
And you see, Leo was dismissive of Gertrude’s writing. Stein took
a working vacation, arranging piss flowers. Then Bianca!
Without that sweet sous-prefecture of brotherly disdain
she may not have gone hunting for the glimmer in Alice’s voice.
A warm nearly winter day.
Solved for the resplendent spelling, but not remorse.
Now it’s a year later, a fine day emanating will go,
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 literal, based on trying to rewrite
hellish varieties of you getting fingerprinted from eight
perspectives, from xvith-century Italian drawings..
..The stars are out of their miniseries
one boomerang day after another. Every day’s
important, I see. I remember your aroma, &..
..Before that yoga is fantastic, a civilizing coterie added to sempiternal space &
entered into w/ a worldview w/out achieving access to felt qualities.
Solved for the resplendent spelling, but not remorse.
Now it’s a year later, a fine day emanating will go,
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 literal, based on trying to rewrite
hellish varieties of you getting fingerprinted from eight
perspectives, from xvith-century Italian drawings..
..The stars are out of their miniseries
one boomerang day after another. Every day’s
important, I see. I remember your aroma, &..
..Before that yoga is fantastic, a civilizing coterie added to sempiternal space &
entered into w/ a worldview w/out achieving access to felt qualities.
154: Once asleep I’m sick of disarming love; I’m diseased, too hot a votary of yours.
I’m sick and so I take a vow to living off heart-inflamed desire — never touching you..
Trompe l’oeil I now know approximates healthful maiden hand abstractions.. (branding
..each true heart until warmed — hotter than any other brand) ..and so well a flame we can take up
mind and body worship by your side, worship un-quenched, a general practice that perpetuates our trippy belief system. Or
we prove a chaste remedy never cools, but heats our hearts for new cures..
I’m sick and so I take a vow to living off heart-inflamed desire — never touching you..
Trompe l’oeil I now know approximates healthful maiden hand abstractions.. (branding
..each true heart until warmed — hotter than any other brand) ..and so well a flame we can take up
mind and body worship by your side, worship un-quenched, a general practice that perpetuates our trippy belief system. Or
we prove a chaste remedy never cools, but heats our hearts for new cures..
Ghosts? Zombies? No. That market is unregulated & inefficient.
I put in a skylight instead. For my
Newest apartment, top floor in your building, a small
Bedroom, kitchenette, barely a sitting room with parts of a sectional.
One wall papered cloud patterns, washed grassland, blue woods, lemurs.
Mad in pursuit.
I put in a skylight instead. For my
Newest apartment, top floor in your building, a small
Bedroom, kitchenette, barely a sitting room with parts of a sectional.
One wall papered cloud patterns, washed grassland, blue woods, lemurs.
Mad in pursuit.
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