“Here I use my shaken my voice..”
First on wrong, quaint, then drenched though slackened
Janus was proud to sponsor Janus
shaking this neap vapor through no shadow weighed, no
ten or more fears on slopes
meeting above the steps coincided with their light.
A high-clip to the final base
atmospherics, their blast patching the thaw
— spirals discharge, wind heats the ground and trees open.
8/31/21
At speech therapy you wear wet marks under your shirt — there you go — sent,
Slotted for long scream divisions raising heads and
.. bright debate
Drawing boundaries along dark areas of youthful propaganda. And ..
Our dual-cosmos line of argument self-inflates as a weather injector, fouling the atmosphere into New Jerusalem colors, pebble and pale lucent grays.
At this point, colors burn up, each measurement raging over acres of matrices, giving more access to haystacks you call the multiverse, which looks most imprisoned now.
Slotted for long scream divisions raising heads and
.. bright debate
Drawing boundaries along dark areas of youthful propaganda. And ..
Our dual-cosmos line of argument self-inflates as a weather injector, fouling the atmosphere into New Jerusalem colors, pebble and pale lucent grays.
At this point, colors burn up, each measurement raging over acres of matrices, giving more access to haystacks you call the multiverse, which looks most imprisoned now.
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.
I don’t know that much about you [hh.. ] but you remind me of someone
Who can recall profound formality taking shape not that far off, quelling torture.
Half a day goes by and
You are [hh..] unattainable,
Hypersensitive to chaos, a thing to uphold.
Pull over, [hiccup] this is serious.
Soft fear and recurring despair, the flip end side to formalism ...
Who can recall profound formality taking shape not that far off, quelling torture.
Half a day goes by and
You are [hh..] unattainable,
Hypersensitive to chaos, a thing to uphold.
Pull over, [hiccup] this is serious.
Soft fear and recurring despair, the flip end side to formalism ...
Note: It’s impossible to separate understatement from early programmed utterance; both are newborn in an admissible sense, pitch. So that’s how pretending v coming close can be felt, my sovereign.
Next, an inevitable database advances to burn out your swing — try living on meeting death half-way hapless (and deceitful), sensing value contingent. Warning: The underground minimizes special-purpose thinking within a dominant tribal identity or trance. The opium is waiting, on a bender. What comes first is calm to recover and / or replace each close-to-noble escape route on ahead.
Next, an inevitable database advances to burn out your swing — try living on meeting death half-way hapless (and deceitful), sensing value contingent. Warning: The underground minimizes special-purpose thinking within a dominant tribal identity or trance. The opium is waiting, on a bender. What comes first is calm to recover and / or replace each close-to-noble escape route on ahead.
8/30/21
A disheartening work pile supposes its completion. A muse speaks up, tho, in dialog enhancer
mode, increasing the volume a good amount.
We have to stop adjusting the margins for your meadow voice,
for giving up missing your skin
...a good amount ...meaning?
That would be as far as I get
with you so solid a wonder, ending our aversion to near infinity.
mode, increasing the volume a good amount.
We have to stop adjusting the margins for your meadow voice,
for giving up missing your skin
...a good amount ...meaning?
That would be as far as I get
with you so solid a wonder, ending our aversion to near infinity.
To be a stronger critic I went to a dark place with you (universal reach).
You gave me hiccups back then, up to floor six. Now, years in the future, my senses are restored. An unoccupied mind long overdue.
And I’m back in my vertigo seat, reading over and writing disciplined boilerplate, fond of mnemonics. Why worry over explanation?
To explain is to run up against narrative: actually a proxy measurement, one affected by all other expressions of interest over future time.
As the future holds, I’m lying about the lies we’re telling.
You gave me hiccups back then, up to floor six. Now, years in the future, my senses are restored. An unoccupied mind long overdue.
And I’m back in my vertigo seat, reading over and writing disciplined boilerplate, fond of mnemonics. Why worry over explanation?
To explain is to run up against narrative: actually a proxy measurement, one affected by all other expressions of interest over future time.
As the future holds, I’m lying about the lies we’re telling.
A disheartening work pile supposes its completion. A muse speaks up, tho, in dialog enhancer
mode, increasing the volume a good amount.
We have to stop adjusting the margins for your meadow voice,
for giving up missing your skin
...a good amount ...meaning?
That would be as far as I get
with you so solid a wonder, ending our aversion to near infinity.
mode, increasing the volume a good amount.
We have to stop adjusting the margins for your meadow voice,
for giving up missing your skin
...a good amount ...meaning?
That would be as far as I get
with you so solid a wonder, ending our aversion to near infinity.
118: Kissing is poison. It’s cloying. Bad for you
but I wasn’t. Then came anticipating imitation .. goodness, a sort of I-actually-miss-you .. Diseased, sick of you kissing where you are so blatantly filled with my anticipating your love spreading everywhere completely negating my purpose — needing much more starlight at the edge of freakonomics in a Flemish-like world, a healthful state of illuminating my lack of appetite and my bitter departure from what is present in our original experience. Even so, actually, thanks.
but I wasn’t. Then came anticipating imitation .. goodness, a sort of I-actually-miss-you .. Diseased, sick of you kissing where you are so blatantly filled with my anticipating your love spreading everywhere completely negating my purpose — needing much more starlight at the edge of freakonomics in a Flemish-like world, a healthful state of illuminating my lack of appetite and my bitter departure from what is present in our original experience. Even so, actually, thanks.
There are too many of you to paraphrase.
Favorite singers reradiate the calmative afterlife attached to
Learned consensus turning to early performance; both puerile in a hybrid present possessive voice, the going song’s deep pitch shows up inaudibly
in the hindbrain, Hun, as libido constitutes foreknowledge, glistening aimlessly.
Bruise will be stopping by later or presently.
Favorite singers reradiate the calmative afterlife attached to
Learned consensus turning to early performance; both puerile in a hybrid present possessive voice, the going song’s deep pitch shows up inaudibly
in the hindbrain, Hun, as libido constitutes foreknowledge, glistening aimlessly.
Bruise will be stopping by later or presently.
8/29/21
Remember about now we compile devices with motives, in effect, soft flickers of syntax, rather than comments — good (half-)thoughts spidered into hind & arm pins and something more. Get to resolute joy nodes, a punching bag of well refined tricks, compressed — holding you in my super afterthoughts.
Check the front seat glowing with our golden characters. In other manners, hold your breath.
Check the front seat glowing with our golden characters. In other manners, hold your breath.
I’m dating other cast members while I go thru systems
as in your own speech act II.
We’ve gone over this.
You look great in text, available when I promise not to rewrite.
Before I’m never to see you again of course there’s a way unfolding since the Enlightenment to take you out, shake you tamed,
Dart
as in your own speech act II.
We’ve gone over this.
You look great in text, available when I promise not to rewrite.
Before I’m never to see you again of course there’s a way unfolding since the Enlightenment to take you out, shake you tamed,
Dart
Sonnet 78:
Disperse my rudeness.
Captain scientist, see what influences we’ve advanced, doubled? See what more you can do! Your eyes throw us down a hole and we keep there, cover me up. You are all my art. Learn / teach my rude ignorance.
Only these exceptions: I wasn’t talking to you. I was singing on high to the fair interest of the sailing corps. Ah, same time, so often I’ve invoked you as a muse, I’m deeply afraid I can’t keep working with you looking over my shoulder.
I hope I’ve been clear.
Disperse my rudeness.
Captain scientist, see what influences we’ve advanced, doubled? See what more you can do! Your eyes throw us down a hole and we keep there, cover me up. You are all my art. Learn / teach my rude ignorance.
Only these exceptions: I wasn’t talking to you. I was singing on high to the fair interest of the sailing corps. Ah, same time, so often I’ve invoked you as a muse, I’m deeply afraid I can’t keep working with you looking over my shoulder.
I hope I’ve been clear.
This is a short study. Or it was. Youth is that impressionable.
Ultra blurry, anamorphic, sung movement bound by writing it down — it occurs in the latest forms of repayment,
— you
weigh nothing in and get no credit, no
spectral, tiny swaggering to cash in.
As it comes to end, there’s a substitution agreement containing someone to look up to
along with me, in force, pulled on from inside.
— or yeah, pulled awake more than once w/ a face, a filled out line. Then lines. Smiling lessons.
Ultra blurry, anamorphic, sung movement bound by writing it down — it occurs in the latest forms of repayment,
— you
weigh nothing in and get no credit, no
spectral, tiny swaggering to cash in.
As it comes to end, there’s a substitution agreement containing someone to look up to
along with me, in force, pulled on from inside.
— or yeah, pulled awake more than once w/ a face, a filled out line. Then lines. Smiling lessons.
8/28/21
Blackened windows:
We know we don’t know
Facts are a marketplace,
A rendezvous to encapsulate sleights of tongue.
I’ll have sherry Pepsi. And just the sardines.
I’m sorry this happened. I was going to stay
from the moment we set the stage squinting within representation,
getting some miles in, taking them on board, putting them in mind
of a menial photorealism.
We know we don’t know
Facts are a marketplace,
A rendezvous to encapsulate sleights of tongue.
I’ll have sherry Pepsi. And just the sardines.
I’m sorry this happened. I was going to stay
from the moment we set the stage squinting within representation,
getting some miles in, taking them on board, putting them in mind
of a menial photorealism.
What’s curious?
Casual dishonesty &
Engineered simplicity hold altho
Taken whole:
“Give in, stet it.”
(There’s a new policy to highlight deletions.)
I’m waving on stet’s behalf,
Taken your lead. Word processing in Palatino sans
All the time, staggering onto nonfiction.
Tomorrow I
Tap out more deletions, quote, I’ll forget to close —
Casual dishonesty &
Engineered simplicity hold altho
Taken whole:
“Give in, stet it.”
(There’s a new policy to highlight deletions.)
I’m waving on stet’s behalf,
Taken your lead. Word processing in Palatino sans
All the time, staggering onto nonfiction.
Tomorrow I
Tap out more deletions, quote, I’ll forget to close —
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.
Add your touch and everyone you touch, everything you see, good sounds and less dustup as you walk or sit along the surface nearby, fielding all pangs as well as faculties for balance, direction of toes and feet, tastes and smells, obscure motions, textures, feelings from everything so far.
Bring that..
Bring that..
I like gay art. I know nothing about it.
Bursting out of your head while you hike thru grasses: All this acreage owned by prosaic dabblers, a-theoretical factual folk. Broken, misunderstood.
It’s different evening on and children on fire hit back.
Teamwork. Again, our people are what make us great.
And if that’s everything for now, we’ll switch to loving and losing and loving. Fresh air still excessive — a geyser in a box-set of boxes in bigger sets you don't want to see?
Very classy but nothing so great and natural as theater, sleight of hand,
good posture and strategic intellectual constructs.
Bursting out of your head while you hike thru grasses: All this acreage owned by prosaic dabblers, a-theoretical factual folk. Broken, misunderstood.
It’s different evening on and children on fire hit back.
Teamwork. Again, our people are what make us great.
And if that’s everything for now, we’ll switch to loving and losing and loving. Fresh air still excessive — a geyser in a box-set of boxes in bigger sets you don't want to see?
Very classy but nothing so great and natural as theater, sleight of hand,
good posture and strategic intellectual constructs.
8/27/21
Cupid fell into swelter in untamed aromas
that led his black olive dogs to you, making clear
Cupid is in a blouse, Cupid’s blank stare =
a blast furnace expending heat.
Cupid pulls the curtains to reveal the street, dog-permitted
hauteur, outside where pet people pass by in walk-on roles.
One doesn’t know any more
if there are good times or bad ahead of gunfire.
that led his black olive dogs to you, making clear
Cupid is in a blouse, Cupid’s blank stare =
a blast furnace expending heat.
Cupid pulls the curtains to reveal the street, dog-permitted
hauteur, outside where pet people pass by in walk-on roles.
One doesn’t know any more
if there are good times or bad ahead of gunfire.
31: You remind me of lovers gone. A morning crew, weathermen
Waving arms over their hidden forecasts in endearing naked patterns —
This was their 1st stab at tantrics, due many now.
They merited love trophies — yours alone now, all yours.
You have all of mine,
My tears buried viewing you. They’re inside you,
Removed, disguised as glare hung from all-in loving you.
Waving arms over their hidden forecasts in endearing naked patterns —
This was their 1st stab at tantrics, due many now.
They merited love trophies — yours alone now, all yours.
You have all of mine,
My tears buried viewing you. They’re inside you,
Removed, disguised as glare hung from all-in loving you.
Violence takes over. Breathtaking.
Auto-electrocuted. But calmed down. No more tv, due to sore thumbs. There’s a dual nature of justice going around in “resentment and forgiveness” with high notes we won’t deflate. My muggy, fantastic tenor, jittery, soundless often, active against the v meme. But I reach points at which violence is traceable and draws me in.
Auto-electrocuted. But calmed down. No more tv, due to sore thumbs. There’s a dual nature of justice going around in “resentment and forgiveness” with high notes we won’t deflate. My muggy, fantastic tenor, jittery, soundless often, active against the v meme. But I reach points at which violence is traceable and draws me in.
Sex is a sardonic comfort with a sober edge.
Time’s up. I have to guide this girl back to her tapestry, a big beldam of friend with a visual cortex attending what’s neat in the future, and she finds me attractive! At arm’s length..
There were dimensions an hour ago enabling 2 events in one plot we were both party to. Tenebrae, we said. Let’s return to the olfactory sketches, in which the cosmos is left unexplained. Constant and converted. Incandescent, then, our ardor comes back to choke human rockets like us, sidelined by a braided chord worn as her necklace, a burning space distinguished by diffuse vitality.
Time’s up. I have to guide this girl back to her tapestry, a big beldam of friend with a visual cortex attending what’s neat in the future, and she finds me attractive! At arm’s length..
There were dimensions an hour ago enabling 2 events in one plot we were both party to. Tenebrae, we said. Let’s return to the olfactory sketches, in which the cosmos is left unexplained. Constant and converted. Incandescent, then, our ardor comes back to choke human rockets like us, sidelined by a braided chord worn as her necklace, a burning space distinguished by diffuse vitality.
8/26/21
The cosmos in Part 2 is unwilling to go far from the service corps in this heat.
... you’re right.. your whole throat pivots from joking around a ringing of attention-grabbing hysteria.
The cosmos in Part 1 then is unexplained.
In the mental part, covert specialists use tightly wound divergences in expression to gain advantage for incriminating thoughts. Their goal is to march with humanists halfway — paternalism indulged through wisecracks.
Inky smoke up next, releasing a genocidal collage of screens, like
thinking in agitated waves, reproached, disappeared
in drumming opinions and worst practices —
Tho the corps we request will go off the board.
... you’re right.. your whole throat pivots from joking around a ringing of attention-grabbing hysteria.
The cosmos in Part 1 then is unexplained.
In the mental part, covert specialists use tightly wound divergences in expression to gain advantage for incriminating thoughts. Their goal is to march with humanists halfway — paternalism indulged through wisecracks.
Inky smoke up next, releasing a genocidal collage of screens, like
thinking in agitated waves, reproached, disappeared
in drumming opinions and worst practices —
Tho the corps we request will go off the board.
99: Stay on the hunt, tough to please, speculate (ouch)
even as vengeful tectonic plates jump over
our fears, shame and despair.
Annexed to you, a purple violet seems grossly dyed, your soft cheek
raining havoc for lilies.. marjoram, my love’s breath, your breath. (Uh.) Here’s where you and I lose the scent. Ever
-yone does. Clouded (ouch)
flames ennoble the sky to blush through
my love’s veins, your hands, both of us among thorns ..
condemned for pride, proud I’m going on all nerves stolen from you.
even as vengeful tectonic plates jump over
our fears, shame and despair.
Annexed to you, a purple violet seems grossly dyed, your soft cheek
raining havoc for lilies.. marjoram, my love’s breath, your breath. (Uh.) Here’s where you and I lose the scent. Ever
-yone does. Clouded (ouch)
flames ennoble the sky to blush through
my love’s veins, your hands, both of us among thorns ..
condemned for pride, proud I’m going on all nerves stolen from you.
Language is spoken better where it’s taught. While you’re at it
sing out and fudge your correspondence. Then get off on your
resonance and offer joint events that promote your own ventures!
Professor, this ballad of how especially the ivory tower
is under entrepreneurial influence
— it’s a hair shy of failure as a tune or concession
to breaching cultural ergonomics — all of it.
sing out and fudge your correspondence. Then get off on your
resonance and offer joint events that promote your own ventures!
Professor, this ballad of how especially the ivory tower
is under entrepreneurial influence
— it’s a hair shy of failure as a tune or concession
to breaching cultural ergonomics — all of it.
8/25/21
To be objective and lack will.
An incident unveiled as ambition.
What are meta-resonators for but to effect command over and about objectives we’re uncertain or we don’t want to get that serious about / over? There’s nothing but an eyeblush of this over and about on the one day willpower seems a desperate measure, and in reckless hands.
Feeling a depth charge covering your lips within some game, an un-despairing I can’t contain.
An incident unveiled as ambition.
What are meta-resonators for but to effect command over and about objectives we’re uncertain or we don’t want to get that serious about / over? There’s nothing but an eyeblush of this over and about on the one day willpower seems a desperate measure, and in reckless hands.
Feeling a depth charge covering your lips within some game, an un-despairing I can’t contain.
You don’t even have to be interesting.
T hat doesn’t sound right.
Always repeat what appeals to you.
I’m captioning this Token Austerity, sleep-laden.
Copy-fitting is more profitable than deep discounts.
W e need to see everything before it’s retouched out.
This is a new policy to block deletions that go missing.
T hat doesn’t sound right.
Always repeat what appeals to you.
I’m captioning this Token Austerity, sleep-laden.
Copy-fitting is more profitable than deep discounts.
W e need to see everything before it’s retouched out.
This is a new policy to block deletions that go missing.
108: Admit you miss smoking, drinking boy.
You miss that first drag. Have you heard,
Taking other lovers you can become multilingual
As the smoke tows you in its stride, in its spirit
Among the underemployed in hyper décor —
Your glass half full. Your hair’s on the brink.
Your eyes fill with fresh manpower.
Counting no old thing old,
Stay informal in no time,
Stay new so to speak..
I’m yours, I merit, and you’re mine —
What now to register?
Stop waving that grape drink.
You miss that first drag. Have you heard,
Taking other lovers you can become multilingual
As the smoke tows you in its stride, in its spirit
Among the underemployed in hyper décor —
Your glass half full. Your hair’s on the brink.
Your eyes fill with fresh manpower.
Counting no old thing old,
Stay informal in no time,
Stay new so to speak..
I’m yours, I merit, and you’re mine —
What now to register?
Stop waving that grape drink.
Let’s feed the appetite that picks up from nature “to express things ... as they are when one sees them without remembering having looked at them.” Committed to formal blocking thru stagecraft, maintaining an indomitable temperament. All seniority evaporates as a text refuge where nature, our last line of offense, draws attention as an ironic condition, a peripheral attraction.
I am is still here, the body’s purring could not be put off. (One dissipates the other.) And one sorority reviews egg whites in their spare, bubbly zeal to outpace an apparatus (not properly issued to commentary).
*
Wrong. Constantly wrong. (Seriously? But why is identity.)
[...can’t stop it...through
language [going in] [out...] cheesy time lapses in which [animating backward] speech & narrative continuity become incrementally
transformed into deep structure affixing Old Norse phonemes to nonobserving verbs. ]
That far down is how my head is cleared.
Still if we had grounds I’d subside higher up having you weed out caution.
I call this on leaving you.
*
Wrong. Constantly wrong. (Seriously? But why is identity.)
[...can’t stop it...through
language [going in] [out...] cheesy time lapses in which [animating backward] speech & narrative continuity become incrementally
transformed into deep structure affixing Old Norse phonemes to nonobserving verbs. ]
That far down is how my head is cleared.
Still if we had grounds I’d subside higher up having you weed out caution.
I call this on leaving you.
8/24/21
In text design every utterance is for sale.
For a long time now. I’m delighted in my forties and fifties. And after, I’m intensely relaxed, everything exposed as muggy air filled with puzzling results you can pin to your lapel like tendrils.
There’s a low threshold for unlimited text space and transfers, however.
It’s better when I wake up we’ve just landed.
Volumes in the sun sound great. I started at the top, what was there? I just stood, a little off, then a few rain forest elements incised to form solid bands connected to now-text or a-moment-from-now text. Also, it’s easy differentiating the two, but not for long.
For a long time now. I’m delighted in my forties and fifties. And after, I’m intensely relaxed, everything exposed as muggy air filled with puzzling results you can pin to your lapel like tendrils.
There’s a low threshold for unlimited text space and transfers, however.
It’s better when I wake up we’ve just landed.
Volumes in the sun sound great. I started at the top, what was there? I just stood, a little off, then a few rain forest elements incised to form solid bands connected to now-text or a-moment-from-now text. Also, it’s easy differentiating the two, but not for long.
2: We never come across deep trenches in your beauty here.
Slow, like never before, a thriftless parabola of your face intersects both of us. Parabolas come up with their own monikers (that were).
Face to shoulders, our 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, looking craven — we — some of us — avoid successors. Of small worth. When asked, will
you recover some of mine? Renew my worth? how much? First, 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 both of us. Parabolas come up with their own monikers (that were).
Face to shoulders, our 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, looking craven — we — some of us — avoid successors. Of small worth. When asked, will
you recover some of mine? Renew my worth? how much? First, let’s renew
our blood warm coordinates, summed up in fair use
remembering pleasures of the eyes! neck! and chest!
Yes there..
Been reading about accelerating destruction in the Amazon. A chunk the size of Rhode Island or larger burns down each year. This malpractice yields rich farmland that’s productive for about four or five years. After that, the soil turns into dust and sand.
Carports for farmers, then, are an interim step. Dust when it rains becomes haze and steam, the color of moist illusion, a slow-growing crocker field property bordered by brush and gnarled cooling trees, bubble-like.
You were in the settlement.
We were sitting there.
Carports for farmers, then, are an interim step. Dust when it rains becomes haze and steam, the color of moist illusion, a slow-growing crocker field property bordered by brush and gnarled cooling trees, bubble-like.
You were in the settlement.
We were sitting there.
8/23/21
To protect yourself from a wrong-headed (naïve) build-up and still call your portrait “transactional,” limit data to expedient production from self-contrived ideology. Bleed into history. Kindly avoid defining parts that are obscure or complex.
Or maybe not. I admire a text of contradictions. By submerged glaciated valleys Neanderthals constructed runes in two rings of deliberately broken stalagmites, 400 per ring.
An elegant sleight to impress their Icelandic hosts by workshopping them into volunteer flotation gear.
Or maybe not. I admire a text of contradictions. By submerged glaciated valleys Neanderthals constructed runes in two rings of deliberately broken stalagmites, 400 per ring.
An elegant sleight to impress their Icelandic hosts by workshopping them into volunteer flotation gear.
Dear foundationalist,
I’m thinking of a color — no name.. an antsy-ness
running everywhere that’s off — waiting for some big thanks
there was nothing & then a voice
went upstairs & locked the door.
A voice with cavities.
Dear foundationalist,
You’ve been expelled for a month, next week.. experimenting with yourself..
leaving a sneezing grid with rectangular doors opening to violent sprinkles & irresolution...
I’m thinking of a color — no name.. an antsy-ness
running everywhere that’s off — waiting for some big thanks
there was nothing & then a voice
went upstairs & locked the door.
A voice with cavities.
Dear foundationalist,
You’ve been expelled for a month, next week.. experimenting with yourself..
leaving a sneezing grid with rectangular doors opening to violent sprinkles & irresolution...
To protect yourself from a wrong-headed (naïve) build-up and still call your portrait “transactional,” limit data to expedient production from another’s self-contrived ideology. Bleed into history. Kindly avoid defining parts that are obscure or complex.
Or maybe not. I admire a text of contradictions. By submerged glaciated fens Neanderthals constructed runes in two rings of deliberately broken stalagmites, 400 per ring.
An elegant sleight to impress their Icelandic hosts by workshopping them into volunteer flotation gear.
Or maybe not. I admire a text of contradictions. By submerged glaciated fens Neanderthals constructed runes in two rings of deliberately broken stalagmites, 400 per ring.
An elegant sleight to impress their Icelandic hosts by workshopping them into volunteer flotation gear.
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 our fears
even as we love vicariously — even more to love more,
to redeem spending my fury and all my life in satire.
Muse. You.
We have worthless spoils darkening our song
— an idle song we convert into argument
with little or no honor. Still it ‘sings’ to the ear.
In numbers and verse I surveil your fame most everywhere.
You return time and again, lending my base subjects light
— you’re faster in my time.
Rise then: Your power and skill suspend all our fears
even as we love vicariously — even more to love more,
to redeem spending my fury and all my life in satire.
Year after year we heal ourselves, each cell in our bodies spinning starboard. Cells are factories, at bottom; we are factory owners. One says the seas of government are primed for enterprise. One says what another says which is normal, not new now, never. We are natural organisms running out of time.
My statement is enclosed.
I use two-way ideas, to scale.
The scale keeps rubbing out features. I have no modesty issues, say, none detected, fewer and fewer policy goals.
Soon we relaxed our balance to parry something (or perhaps 2 things) that once seemed clear enough, but not now, here we are...
like 2 radical vapors, untitled moods.
Speaking of "like," make your counter statement universal for a generalist like me.
I use two-way ideas, to scale.
The scale keeps rubbing out features. I have no modesty issues, say, none detected, fewer and fewer policy goals.
Soon we relaxed our balance to parry something (or perhaps 2 things) that once seemed clear enough, but not now, here we are...
like 2 radical vapors, untitled moods.
Speaking of "like," make your counter statement universal for a generalist like me.
8/22/21
This sentence has not improved. It’s been set;
for all appearances nothing lurid was due at signing.
But I am confused, sin
-ce claimant to the photogenic vitamin to stop bleeding
is not a complete sentence, lacking some nouns, transitions, useless
as a future maxim in dissent tho settling in
in meaning in a way — like a raincoat of moods — no rain.
There’s only my arrigato for your setting me up for your assent.
for all appearances nothing lurid was due at signing.
But I am confused, sin
-ce claimant to the photogenic vitamin to stop bleeding
is not a complete sentence, lacking some nouns, transitions, useless
as a future maxim in dissent tho settling in
in meaning in a way — like a raincoat of moods — no rain.
There’s only my arrigato for your setting me up for your assent.
“Satan was seductive, motivating me to seek his darkness,
Pick up the guitar & write more songs...”
Talking Chimp squealed like a talking dog.
Lean, fluid, sleek, balanced, clipped close,
His inner daredevil is fallen into a state of confusion & loneliness
— just to feel a cloud pattern over being no one.
Pick up the guitar & write more songs...”
Talking Chimp squealed like a talking dog.
Lean, fluid, sleek, balanced, clipped close,
His inner daredevil is fallen into a state of confusion & loneliness
— just to feel a cloud pattern over being no one.
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.
Context becomes the e.r. Something is definitely prolonging this.
Like a race of giants, welcome to we’re not so much friends.
Saving a life you can break the law to shoulder perfection.
Not now. We’re one another in other names. Later I use yours to get head.
The brightness was shunting into red day until emotional exchange crested and dissolved in light emissions, close to you.
Like a race of giants, welcome to we’re not so much friends.
Saving a life you can break the law to shoulder perfection.
Not now. We’re one another in other names. Later I use yours to get head.
The brightness was shunting into red day until emotional exchange crested and dissolved in light emissions, close to you.
8/21/21
It’s probably a head cold.
Unhappiness breeds from abundance. That’s about it.
A common cold means at least a dozen things or more.
An embedded satire about too much, just too much, and
You know what I think?
A physical being hears what one wants, has a fever and takes in a lot
Guessing this was a sample.
And service areas are where we drive satire home and choose.
Our upper hand is no joke. Correction, our lassitude is.
Unhappiness breeds from abundance. That’s about it.
A common cold means at least a dozen things or more.
An embedded satire about too much, just too much, and
You know what I think?
A physical being hears what one wants, has a fever and takes in a lot
Guessing this was a sample.
And service areas are where we drive satire home and choose.
Our upper hand is no joke. Correction, our lassitude is.
Without counsel, full consent is a slog.
You trust yourself by age 600 — satisfied
Euclidean space holds the blueprints to make home ec more efficient.
That was before you were reborn or uninvented.
Lack of novelty set in. You had no modesty issues.
You have none now, none detected, and fewer and fewer policy goals.
You change your shirt, put your weight behind an outline (a study)
— on one on one galvanized love that escalates knowledge — utter
Formalities therein document the self-styled mind’s eye,
so fine a point kept on balance / in suspense —
You trust yourself by age 600 — satisfied
Euclidean space holds the blueprints to make home ec more efficient.
That was before you were reborn or uninvented.
Lack of novelty set in. You had no modesty issues.
You have none now, none detected, and fewer and fewer policy goals.
You change your shirt, put your weight behind an outline (a study)
— on one on one galvanized love that escalates knowledge — utter
Formalities therein document the self-styled mind’s eye,
so fine a point kept on balance / in suspense —
122: The longer I live it’s right in front of me, beyond all, your gift within my brain.
There’s a glow in seconds before razed oblivion, fun .. and explosive. Wow.
Or much like staying in the now, yielding thru nature to receive you more, more of you.
An idle life abandoned. I’m forgetting about it. How?
You and I aren’t stuck with a date and time in my heart and brain. I won’t be funny or make a stab, score or tally... I’ll subsist to import your love into me .. Again.
There’s a glow in seconds before razed oblivion, fun .. and explosive. Wow.
Or much like staying in the now, yielding thru nature to receive you more, more of you.
An idle life abandoned. I’m forgetting about it. How?
You and I aren’t stuck with a date and time in my heart and brain. I won’t be funny or make a stab, score or tally... I’ll subsist to import your love into me .. Again.
One of corporate’s donor’s places resembles a Marine camp with sweeps of property edging a subdued enclave.
Of all the varied and fabulous pieces by new pianists I wager they are bursting with Euro personae — because of what they rock to, also because many exuding confidence have gotten past graduate school, the corporation, a breakthrough investment in the company.
The ‘universal’ that is un-square and new and meta-obvious in Joan Miró is less so
here — 21st century America. (I’m just making excuses.)
For design resolution
— unless you already live there — take roads by a shore in bad, frivolous blues, stock blacks built up through numbers-to-be, numbers in conceptual verisimilitude and incremental balance, contradicting formal transport to the dark.
here — 21st century America. (I’m just making excuses.)
For design resolution
— unless you already live there — take roads by a shore in bad, frivolous blues, stock blacks built up through numbers-to-be, numbers in conceptual verisimilitude and incremental balance, contradicting formal transport to the dark.
8/20/21
A dead friend had helped me collect a few tropes. Am I nervous?
It’s a fashion wife swap. The house is
scented with a feeling that’s recreational and that one is god’s fave.
So no, not nervous. Back to you, friend —
Impersonators write in a fraught cycle of ceaseless panic.
Not yours, happily. Mr Verbose.
It’s a fashion wife swap. The house is
scented with a feeling that’s recreational and that one is god’s fave.
So no, not nervous. Back to you, friend —
Impersonators write in a fraught cycle of ceaseless panic.
Not yours, happily. Mr Verbose.
116: One’s {most-
ly random swagger looks on the edge of marriage as a catch-all to crush self worth — tho unknown to
one’s } naysayers: The nays encourage sampling —
Never coerced by an alteration of stars or human forms, fixed on this trademark: Love is not love;
No one, nothing concentrates like our love in doom. I’ll believe you more as I’m a fool, never loved or unloved...
But let me take our partial love’s temperature — your true will bears this out —
What are we fixing up, hitting a few heights in only a few weeks, but only for brief hours as naysayers find softer, more musical alterations. Marriage? Alteration? None for us...
Love is no half-way fool. Love goes off the boards like water lilies kicking off their boots, women coming to rule. Snipers crouch, removing
Edge to their lips and cheeks.
ly random swagger looks on the edge of marriage as a catch-all to crush self worth — tho unknown to
one’s } naysayers: The nays encourage sampling —
Never coerced by an alteration of stars or human forms, fixed on this trademark: Love is not love;
No one, nothing concentrates like our love in doom. I’ll believe you more as I’m a fool, never loved or unloved...
But let me take our partial love’s temperature — your true will bears this out —
What are we fixing up, hitting a few heights in only a few weeks, but only for brief hours as naysayers find softer, more musical alterations. Marriage? Alteration? None for us...
Love is no half-way fool. Love goes off the boards like water lilies kicking off their boots, women coming to rule. Snipers crouch, removing
Edge to their lips and cheeks.
Sweeping reductions were next.
One pleasure then is borrowing sentences to cut our rent.
The previous owner told us to cut it all off, gave us gobs of cash
and that led to holding our share of a volatile
augmented beyond constraint, driven
by the smallest shift in feeling you all over me thru the core.
I never use that word now.
One pleasure then is borrowing sentences to cut our rent.
The previous owner told us to cut it all off, gave us gobs of cash
and that led to holding our share of a volatile
augmented beyond constraint, driven
by the smallest shift in feeling you all over me thru the core.
I never use that word now.
Reading and living
Ontologically under-s(t)imulates the senses.
Be furious w/ the proxy world w/ dog-food boxes, be
Angry at keyholes, too, w/ their conservative
Counterviews to earnest alignment as one’s timing slips
Beyond the prowess of floating unquietly,
Into apothegms, into sidesteps of fine voice,
“A voice and nothing more.”
Ontologically under-s(t)imulates the senses.
Be furious w/ the proxy world w/ dog-food boxes, be
Angry at keyholes, too, w/ their conservative
Counterviews to earnest alignment as one’s timing slips
Beyond the prowess of floating unquietly,
Into apothegms, into sidesteps of fine voice,
“A voice and nothing more.”
8/19/21
As assassins we do not impinge on feeling fine /
10 gallons of the Hirsch, please,
W/ the canonical crescent tartelette, ah..
A pipeline of death operates far across everyone’s casual monotones.
Everyone’s direction shifts as one’s nervous system distorts
Changes in emergent systems over time..
‘We never make judgments about people we shoot.’
10 gallons of the Hirsch, please,
W/ the canonical crescent tartelette, ah..
A pipeline of death operates far across everyone’s casual monotones.
Everyone’s direction shifts as one’s nervous system distorts
Changes in emergent systems over time..
‘We never make judgments about people we shoot.’
We fail to clarify after political glamor there’s poli rant along with new protocol (old manners) watched over, even policed nightly — many topics in mind so a few words take on character, a wince, a tilt of hat.
Current government gives a glimpse into events shaping war or “The Owl and the Nightingale.”
The passive voice was made for you to prove your anger; propositional semantics =
key [snap] decisions, arguments, further jibes, shaming within a sub-class of invective, a face-off to persuade waverers; Julius Caesar, Juliet, “Much Ado About Nothing,” “Battle of Maldon,” where Saxon to Welsh sat on decline benches, threw slurs across the Blackwater banks, add flytings of Skalds of Old Norse in Simone’s Droplaugarsona Saga, as well as the Scot Dunbar et al, “Montgomerie et Polmart,” plus vomitous insult at one another from Middle Normans freezing progress for the Republic of the Nightingale.
It’s closeness ahead shaped by time gone just like that.
Current government gives a glimpse into events shaping war or “The Owl and the Nightingale.”
The passive voice was made for you to prove your anger; propositional semantics =
key [snap] decisions, arguments, further jibes, shaming within a sub-class of invective, a face-off to persuade waverers; Julius Caesar, Juliet, “Much Ado About Nothing,” “Battle of Maldon,” where Saxon to Welsh sat on decline benches, threw slurs across the Blackwater banks, add flytings of Skalds of Old Norse in Simone’s Droplaugarsona Saga, as well as the Scot Dunbar et al, “Montgomerie et Polmart,” plus vomitous insult at one another from Middle Normans freezing progress for the Republic of the Nightingale.
It’s closeness ahead shaped by time gone just like that.
As assassins we do not impinge on feeling fine /
10 gallons of the Hirsch, please,
W/ the canonical crescent tartelette, ah..
A pipeline of death operates far across everyone’s casual monotones.
Everyone’s direction shifts as one’s nervous system distorts
Changes in emergent systems over time..
‘We never make judgments about people we shoot.’
10 gallons of the Hirsch, please,
W/ the canonical crescent tartelette, ah..
A pipeline of death operates far across everyone’s casual monotones.
Everyone’s direction shifts as one’s nervous system distorts
Changes in emergent systems over time..
‘We never make judgments about people we shoot.’
Starts out as an immaterial change
in orientation before we nail it in a book. This
we fill in with letters reversing dirty words around closed circles.
It’s raw data for symbol systems inside pure alphabets
helping us speak to other books & spreadsheets about sub-content
& meta summaries in even newer physics w/ fresher markings.
A steel door stays open. Here are the last letters of bliss.
We best defer to the sharpest models to differentiate ranges.
Deep blues, silvers in biological shades to form vowels;
consonants have already taken shape from German models.
This organizes 5 minutes infinitely without saying bless your heart.
in orientation before we nail it in a book. This
we fill in with letters reversing dirty words around closed circles.
It’s raw data for symbol systems inside pure alphabets
helping us speak to other books & spreadsheets about sub-content
& meta summaries in even newer physics w/ fresher markings.
A steel door stays open. Here are the last letters of bliss.
We best defer to the sharpest models to differentiate ranges.
Deep blues, silvers in biological shades to form vowels;
consonants have already taken shape from German models.
This organizes 5 minutes infinitely without saying bless your heart.
Beyond us, them, 4% atoms, tiny
wriggling strings; hidden, 22% of the tug —
dark and unknown predicates
fixated on procedure, a luscious, noiseless bond.
We can call it that
adding up the lead time, eyes
open, moving, waiting, meaning
it but hardly tempted to.
A rational effect? You and I can’t attempt it,
touching on our dual roles as we reradiate consensus.
wriggling strings; hidden, 22% of the tug —
dark and unknown predicates
fixated on procedure, a luscious, noiseless bond.
We can call it that
adding up the lead time, eyes
open, moving, waiting, meaning
it but hardly tempted to.
A rational effect? You and I can’t attempt it,
touching on our dual roles as we reradiate consensus.
8/18/21
Falsehood is an actuarial stat in a more subjective state, a quality of embelishment in progress, not an elevation or height.
This is a true/false dance question. Fibber Perseus v radium Dana (his mom). Which are ya?
In one draft you as Perseus can usher in big futures, taller mouthpieces enter the salon rolled ‘into’ burbles [B flat major], Dana’s tendencious pedestrians, 1st- or 2nd-years, tall but sweating lead colors.
Dana can’t help smothering her loved ones. The varied birds are mute.
This is a true/false dance question. Fibber Perseus v radium Dana (his mom). Which are ya?
In one draft you as Perseus can usher in big futures, taller mouthpieces enter the salon rolled ‘into’ burbles [B flat major], Dana’s tendencious pedestrians, 1st- or 2nd-years, tall but sweating lead colors.
Dana can’t help smothering her loved ones. The varied birds are mute.
Tensions were apparent.
Voices in our heads are paranormal (if we say so). Diversified specialists dispatch our bodies to a co-op, wrapped in steam.
Outside, a panel membrane, the third largest seller, floats me into the future, desiring vague exchange, like our national plebiscite, maybe better to pump out to fog’s grasp
Voices in our heads are paranormal (if we say so). Diversified specialists dispatch our bodies to a co-op, wrapped in steam.
Outside, a panel membrane, the third largest seller, floats me into the future, desiring vague exchange, like our national plebiscite, maybe better to pump out to fog’s grasp
68: Flowers shorn off bowers, what beauty was —
I’m losing my head over you
as if I’ll inhabit my death head before you die or show up dead to you, now, no way alive..
‘Without all ornament,’ I stay abreast, knowing whether nature’s
bastard signs are still vital, not recreational, charting a map of nature’s full store.
As if before golden tresses Arvo Pärt appears chafing: making no summer of green, of flowers, reborn from no second
life — oblique as the antique you ‘of yore’— now I myself, truly in attrition, missing both Pärt and you, composing as tho I am no way before you, both of us alive.
Your beauty is living and new to me.. a second life, new as roses, as ‘a second head..’
I’m losing my head over you
as if I’ll inhabit my death head before you die or show up dead to you, now, no way alive..
‘Without all ornament,’ I stay abreast, knowing whether nature’s
bastard signs are still vital, not recreational, charting a map of nature’s full store.
As if before golden tresses Arvo Pärt appears chafing: making no summer of green, of flowers, reborn from no second
life — oblique as the antique you ‘of yore’— now I myself, truly in attrition, missing both Pärt and you, composing as tho I am no way before you, both of us alive.
Your beauty is living and new to me.. a second life, new as roses, as ‘a second head..’
We have 9 pm poems and 4 am. Ever notice?
I’m staying cool with it like a statistician.
When information is relevant to sanctioned policy, communication goes private.
Like now when decisions should be centralized within a single metaphor, along with good caffeine.
No personalities, please, only one writer / editor apiece
left standing in rain assuming the sun is still out,
nipping, filing matter, spinning, capturing the dress casual waiting.
I’m staying cool with it like a statistician.
When information is relevant to sanctioned policy, communication goes private.
Like now when decisions should be centralized within a single metaphor, along with good caffeine.
No personalities, please, only one writer / editor apiece
left standing in rain assuming the sun is still out,
nipping, filing matter, spinning, capturing the dress casual waiting.
Geometry respects the brain..
somebody wants a piggyback...
Preliminary talk we said,
knowing I’m growing
expensive — I just drove all the way
from Hawaii. That proves I
can smooth your hair then comb
your cheeks, your temperature would
lift
lighting up my senses
just before you shave. I’m
noting your chin juts into form —
It’s deeper, more formal than that,
a perfect animal halo front to back.
somebody wants a piggyback...
Preliminary talk we said,
knowing I’m growing
expensive — I just drove all the way
from Hawaii. That proves I
can smooth your hair then comb
your cheeks, your temperature would
lift
lighting up my senses
just before you shave. I’m
noting your chin juts into form —
It’s deeper, more formal than that,
a perfect animal halo front to back.
8/17/21
Waves (all the best of them) beat my eyes off. Don’t care, I still can see and lie about what I believe is fact, clinging to both structured improvisation that takes a volume of time, only it’s a civil leave now coming back to bone substance.
Like The Inferno and Nerves and every shined thing since, we are collectively involved engineering the tide of speech desire.
One doesn’t know any more
or if there are good times ahead of war.
Like The Inferno and Nerves and every shined thing since, we are collectively involved engineering the tide of speech desire.
One doesn’t know any more
or if there are good times ahead of war.
112: Do you like spiral staircases, scandals that strive to branch out to keep no one alive in so profound an abyss?
Facts then are a marketplace whose figures look green when least derivative. Volatile objective content triumphs. Right or wrong it’s kind of a snob racket (Charles B).
Our nervous system can distort music as in an adder’s sense, Charles might say, to emphasize changes in snakes, radial evil thinking neglected by its own super ego. B is for Bukowski.
Facts then are a marketplace whose figures look green when least derivative. Volatile objective content triumphs. Right or wrong it’s kind of a snob racket (Charles B).
Our nervous system can distort music as in an adder’s sense, Charles might say, to emphasize changes in snakes, radial evil thinking neglected by its own super ego. B is for Bukowski.
A monk asks,
This is why I hate you
and keep loving you under wraps?
Take care, and take more time. Acts of omission are presorted, so they are numbing, so like fixating on someone’s shoes. You can do this, feel free, cadet. But don’t expect to fill mine in my avoidance of frontiers, rejecting anarchism.
These were the funniest jokes, you know, the baldest too. I don’t remember laughing so much. Ever. And I can’t recall being as excited as I am.
Total ThankYou Member.
This is why I hate you
and keep loving you under wraps?
Take care, and take more time. Acts of omission are presorted, so they are numbing, so like fixating on someone’s shoes. You can do this, feel free, cadet. But don’t expect to fill mine in my avoidance of frontiers, rejecting anarchism.
These were the funniest jokes, you know, the baldest too. I don’t remember laughing so much. Ever. And I can’t recall being as excited as I am.
Total ThankYou Member.
Fizzy yet salient talking points soak into the nudist beach hanging in for your escape hatch (always the last place you look!)
Don’t care, I only lie about what I believe is right, clinging
without a theory of purpose or the gift of agency to promote my case, as masking vanity becomes an all-nudist challenge.
Don’t care, I only lie about what I believe is right, clinging
without a theory of purpose or the gift of agency to promote my case, as masking vanity becomes an all-nudist challenge.
8/16/21
We are a color of cunnilingus. I noticed, though, you and I applied for pharmaceutical assistance, an oscillation gelatin called Sparkling Affront.
Nothing was more or less than arabesque, forgetting our place in the secret order of failure. We once left a lavish record of the male-female hush from hand to fingers to mouth: in epic hock to our hips.
Our temperature raised the magnitude of repetitions into a shriveled median in the after-life or its meandering dissolution ...
An obtainable conspiracy, perhaps, surely no hoax.
Nothing was more or less than arabesque, forgetting our place in the secret order of failure. We once left a lavish record of the male-female hush from hand to fingers to mouth: in epic hock to our hips.
Our temperature raised the magnitude of repetitions into a shriveled median in the after-life or its meandering dissolution ...
An obtainable conspiracy, perhaps, surely no hoax.
We are a color of cunnilingus. I noticed, though, you and I applied for pharmaceutical assistance, an oscillation gelatin called Sparkling Affront.
Nothing was more or less than arabesque, forgetting our place in the secret order of failure. We once left a lavish record of the male-female hush from hand to fingers to mouth: in epic hock to our hips.
Our temperature raised the magnitude of repetitions into a shriveled median in the after-life or its meandering dissolution ...
An obtainable conspiracy, perhaps, surely no hoax.
Nothing was more or less than arabesque, forgetting our place in the secret order of failure. We once left a lavish record of the male-female hush from hand to fingers to mouth: in epic hock to our hips.
Our temperature raised the magnitude of repetitions into a shriveled median in the after-life or its meandering dissolution ...
An obtainable conspiracy, perhaps, surely no hoax.
111: Before I turn into another cure of yours, yours for my sake, i.e., I assure you a corrective hand long ago took away anything too crafty in my nature... I am more receptive to work now and subdued from harm.. at last ah! nothing bitter, I’m your willing patient (almost). Fortunes, manners, means, everything doubly correct, far and away subdued. Pity in that sense our infections and bad deeds, guilt, nothing else — the die cast.
What parts last fast? The cucumber ..were I a colorist. A so-called lode of fabulous glossary. Interesting for switching placidities!
A mandate is just that.
Why does your one face arrest?
Not dying is not not wanting to die, a unique semantic potential assigned an inventory.
There’s señor that needs you. He has no interest in poetry — I wonder if that’s true — His thoughts knitted together like mica piling up, shouts ricocheting through a voicetrack from the underbrush holding our breath, bounced, kicked and gloved by catalysts.
A mandate is just that.
Why does your one face arrest?
Not dying is not not wanting to die, a unique semantic potential assigned an inventory.
There’s señor that needs you. He has no interest in poetry — I wonder if that’s true — His thoughts knitted together like mica piling up, shouts ricocheting through a voicetrack from the underbrush holding our breath, bounced, kicked and gloved by catalysts.
We can demolish only one artificiality
At a time. Not a toy, not you, not me. It’s an example of enterprise.
One doesn’t love you or me. One loves what we do.
One’s a learner but more a surferdude lover. We intervene only once.
Remember, all our troubles disappear.
You’re almost naked. You’re my business.
There is no circling the rink, tho.
No complaints or sworn declarations,
No closure nor irresolution —
There’s not a single cudgel you can wield;
We’ve lost your 名刺 and your 名前.
At a time. Not a toy, not you, not me. It’s an example of enterprise.
One doesn’t love you or me. One loves what we do.
One’s a learner but more a surferdude lover. We intervene only once.
Remember, all our troubles disappear.
You’re almost naked. You’re my business.
There is no circling the rink, tho.
No complaints or sworn declarations,
No closure nor irresolution —
There’s not a single cudgel you can wield;
We’ve lost your 名刺 and your 名前.
8/15/21
The status quo models verse as living matter re-involved with impulsive energy coursing around flecks of ideas, appropriated ideas, especially when it comes to appearances, tones and language use itself. I might call this artful transmutation of intelligence if it were just that, if poetry weren’t a history of folk enslaved to procedure.
The status quo models verse as living matter re-involved with impulsive energy coursing around flecks of ideas, appropriated ideas, especially when it comes to appearances, tones and language use itself. I might call this artful transmutation of intelligence if it were just that, if poetry weren’t a history of folk enslaved to procedure.
58: Deserting the beach — god forbid
— dazzling lethargy undoing our cuffs, waiting as the wagon sways
with fellowship. Love in the future, at your call, a handshake
spreads the rain,
flowers, rain,
flowers.
(That’s it! Do what you want.
The moat-house for the wagon then some new wagon shirts we
can walk away with. Good. A mighty wine origami and the wagon yard for our
widows.
This is spring history.)
— dazzling lethargy undoing our cuffs, waiting as the wagon sways
with fellowship. Love in the future, at your call, a handshake
spreads the rain,
flowers, rain,
flowers.
(That’s it! Do what you want.
The moat-house for the wagon then some new wagon shirts we
can walk away with. Good. A mighty wine origami and the wagon yard for our
widows.
This is spring history.)
Americans were living longer before the pandemic.
Children are the future. Let them stay distracted, I'll snoop around.
Every atmosphere has pivots. Wait for the forthcoming eel and fish heads.
That hurt. Oh, thank you. I don't deserve you.
I wish it were that simple. The orphaned often become scene-makers or martial artists, music critics or teachers. The last stage of brain fever is nothing if not ambiguous; today you'll enjoy experimenting on air pressure around trees. Feckless and now liberal, that man with a verge leaves faint, barely perceivable marks with his ropes, pulleys, shadows — just to find himself.
Post pandemic, post-cogency, you still following that? What's so strong about sadness, the real overhead for what party in sleep?
I'm so attritional about what's turned you into nothing.
Children are the future. Let them stay distracted, I'll snoop around.
Every atmosphere has pivots. Wait for the forthcoming eel and fish heads.
That hurt. Oh, thank you. I don't deserve you.
I wish it were that simple. The orphaned often become scene-makers or martial artists, music critics or teachers. The last stage of brain fever is nothing if not ambiguous; today you'll enjoy experimenting on air pressure around trees. Feckless and now liberal, that man with a verge leaves faint, barely perceivable marks with his ropes, pulleys, shadows — just to find himself.
Post pandemic, post-cogency, you still following that? What's so strong about sadness, the real overhead for what party in sleep?
I'm so attritional about what's turned you into nothing.
8/14/21
Yes, I’ve recently incorporated; makes me feel, yes! you are more melted into tomorrow’s borrowing from high, mighty simplicity. As a killer leaves a traceable pattern to teach reform, (s)he pushes a path open.
Pull it together, a life that’s sustainable you can just make up. (You are under no obligation.) This is a real company. We call her Cathy.
But this has nothing to do with
walking on or burning more calories.
‘Mountains feel empty’ / they’re
rude − here is where which card you play helps.
And there you go, retreating to that panoptic middle ground where you disavow some 10 variations. We still have to take part in our landing, staying cool to outlast time. Then, it’s tomorrow.
Pull it together, a life that’s sustainable you can just make up. (You are under no obligation.) This is a real company. We call her Cathy.
But this has nothing to do with
walking on or burning more calories.
‘Mountains feel empty’ / they’re
rude − here is where which card you play helps.
And there you go, retreating to that panoptic middle ground where you disavow some 10 variations. We still have to take part in our landing, staying cool to outlast time. Then, it’s tomorrow.
A fond prayer as the rain falls.
Your eyes are dark dreamy and tell me I never did anything right,
For which our shared experience goes to waste.
A poetry of slogans earns the Balzac Award..
Folk-maverick, a dark scrum. Adolescent in a heavenly sense..
You keep telling lies about me in spacious quarters to our hosts in abstraction.
Sing: I love it when prose or song digs in and flails.
That about covers it.
(One’s destiny is that emotional core between personal and professional.)
The larynx becoming free is a moving and intimate narrative.
Got to run, prose.
Your eyes are dark dreamy and tell me I never did anything right,
For which our shared experience goes to waste.
A poetry of slogans earns the Balzac Award..
Folk-maverick, a dark scrum. Adolescent in a heavenly sense..
You keep telling lies about me in spacious quarters to our hosts in abstraction.
Sing: I love it when prose or song digs in and flails.
That about covers it.
(One’s destiny is that emotional core between personal and professional.)
The larynx becoming free is a moving and intimate narrative.
Got to run, prose.
19: Innocence evokes nighttime devouring day, burning like a lion’s hummingbird when lions can play with fire — or even phoenixes plucking keen teeth from a tiger’s jaw if you allow.
Taping together both your hands.
Adding grease-pencil trompe l’oeil anywhere. Please.
Innocence is guilt among a heinous group. Those sorry on earth devouring their own brood, against beauty’s pattern but with beaucoup success.
Others who stay young, untainted and long lived, you’ve all gone wrong. I forbid it but I hope you’re happy.
Taping together both your hands.
Adding grease-pencil trompe l’oeil anywhere. Please.
Innocence is guilt among a heinous group. Those sorry on earth devouring their own brood, against beauty’s pattern but with beaucoup success.
Others who stay young, untainted and long lived, you’ve all gone wrong. I forbid it but I hope you’re happy.
Classics are for romantics like the Raveonettes.
I digress: y+z (1-x) is a blind patch of petit point. Kissing is sick. It’s bad for you but wasn’t as destructive as the filching of imitation.
Anyway, kissing where you are is so blatantly filled with what it spreads everywhere completely negating its purpose.
So why does it get processed in your eyes through history?
Maybe I’m a critic who’s decided to blab about all the wealth we have coming.
I digress: y+z (1-x) is a blind patch of petit point. Kissing is sick. It’s bad for you but wasn’t as destructive as the filching of imitation.
Anyway, kissing where you are is so blatantly filled with what it spreads everywhere completely negating its purpose.
So why does it get processed in your eyes through history?
Maybe I’m a critic who’s decided to blab about all the wealth we have coming.
All nature repairs to a cryonics lab that’s been reopened. Just for a second.
I reconnect to highlights and the mimicking hidden force of gravity. You guys go ahead.
I’m going to roll on, Volvo-like. That’s the best stunt.
Gilbert Ryle asks, “might not every action or reaction be a piece of shamming?”
I might add peace, justice, ecology, all uplifting.
That’s not to say there’ll be any food.
But there’s no sponsor tie-in currently...
I reconnect to highlights and the mimicking hidden force of gravity. You guys go ahead.
I’m going to roll on, Volvo-like. That’s the best stunt.
Gilbert Ryle asks, “might not every action or reaction be a piece of shamming?”
I might add peace, justice, ecology, all uplifting.
That’s not to say there’ll be any food.
But there’s no sponsor tie-in currently...
8/13/21
Mind control is a big order of alter-egos, disingenuous.
Can you place our names? A crux?
Destroy and smooth nothing.
Pantomime killing seeing
the system.
Make my mind avoid our bohemia.
Let’s knock off a masterplan for truth value, much wider scope.
For I once had an idea today was over. I forgot, man. With less & less destruction thru divorce, we constitute the locus of self worth holding still in our co-ritual to outlast time. Over & over.
And this is what it means to have a muse.
Can you place our names? A crux?
Destroy and smooth nothing.
Pantomime killing seeing
the system.
Make my mind avoid our bohemia.
Let’s knock off a masterplan for truth value, much wider scope.
For I once had an idea today was over. I forgot, man. With less & less destruction thru divorce, we constitute the locus of self worth holding still in our co-ritual to outlast time. Over & over.
And this is what it means to have a muse.
14: In my judgment
what little I know of truth and beauty comes thru your eyes.
Except not tonight without you: Newer urgencies
for starry prognosticators pointing thru rain and wind,
pointing to each other, so exposed they feign ignorance, aimlessly...
And yet bad luck too when their lightning rod flashes while, lightly,
its chemical spark thrives for a second more then returns to stars —
doomed like cognitive coloration, brief astronomy, all matter.
what little I know of truth and beauty comes thru your eyes.
Except not tonight without you: Newer urgencies
for starry prognosticators pointing thru rain and wind,
pointing to each other, so exposed they feign ignorance, aimlessly...
And yet bad luck too when their lightning rod flashes while, lightly,
its chemical spark thrives for a second more then returns to stars —
doomed like cognitive coloration, brief astronomy, all matter.
Experience is impulsive, according to unrigorous physics out-evolving pretexts for concealment with no plausibility in the future of the past.
No such work experience for a pay grade gaining access only to weather bombs in a manifold vacuum. Algorithms
Would be taking you on and over and winning without willing to keep or junk your composition.
Algorithms are that vicarious. I thought no way, no ultimatums to rephrase, no immoral aspirations — nothing but work slathered with work!
No such work experience for a pay grade gaining access only to weather bombs in a manifold vacuum. Algorithms
Would be taking you on and over and winning without willing to keep or junk your composition.
Algorithms are that vicarious. I thought no way, no ultimatums to rephrase, no immoral aspirations — nothing but work slathered with work!
My soul’s on break, thinking in a style of incompletion (leased boats),
Obsequious, sharpened,
Few motifs — the wash of light gets exaggerated.
I need you and we wander on (language).
At least our calls’re in the area...
‘holding each other open’ formatting our interpretive devices to
Moan from the surface.
There may be many areas...
Few motifs — the wash of light gets exaggerated.
I need you and we wander on (language).
At least our calls’re in the area...
‘holding each other open’ formatting our interpretive devices to
Moan from the surface.
There may be many areas...
8/12/21
We’re fidgeting to mind our semiotic manners,
lit by mid-lunch clarity, sporting, Floridian...
an enclosure with no pulpit, without dogma...
spreading out in willful overloads of language design,
Skilled decor. De-simplified or notional contracts
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.
lit by mid-lunch clarity, sporting, Floridian...
an enclosure with no pulpit, without dogma...
spreading out in willful overloads of language design,
Skilled decor. De-simplified or notional contracts
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.
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.
Hands are everything.
It was past conjecture; ever since
The atmosphere upsurges when the bosses are retired.
His eyes & yours swell with knife moves.
Your brain stores many kinds of pleasure. & his the same.
A genome led you to him..
He smiles with no wisecracks about your bluffing kowtow & innocence
— nothing to discredit &
— no hell to pay!
...the rain keeps raising rules of thumb, bringing it all back.
It was past conjecture; ever since
The atmosphere upsurges when the bosses are retired.
His eyes & yours swell with knife moves.
Your brain stores many kinds of pleasure. & his the same.
A genome led you to him..
He smiles with no wisecracks about your bluffing kowtow & innocence
— nothing to discredit &
— no hell to pay!
...the rain keeps raising rules of thumb, bringing it all back.
Unnerving. When one came in I shied away from giving out the room temperature. The comedian says, I pledged you abstracts in a hidden idiom of stagings and renderings, creamy highlighting of passages and lucid systems out-of-focus, a lovely kitchen table read.
Any cracks should be bridged with kitchen fiber.
“Absolutely,” Continuity Design Adjunct Chef repeated.
Any cracks should be bridged with kitchen fiber.
“Absolutely,” Continuity Design Adjunct Chef repeated.
8/11/21
Today, my beliefs go unchecked worshiping neutrality (plain v harder) w/in the present gloom of purgatorio as good possibilities blow town, including the best halo effects, feelings. They’ll come back like sight for the blind in the dark.
It’s agreeable finally to shake physics’ geomantic hand covering our breathing. Geo-theories are of a blind nature as well as hypotheses. Today, every day open censorship is tangential to being here, right over here, filtered, unfiltered but as long as it takes.
It’s agreeable finally to shake physics’ geomantic hand covering our breathing. Geo-theories are of a blind nature as well as hypotheses. Today, every day open censorship is tangential to being here, right over here, filtered, unfiltered but as long as it takes.
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 & wrong.
What do you look like now? It’s right to ask? With all my loving thoughts I can set down our long 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 & wrong.
What do you look like now? It’s right to ask? With all my loving thoughts I can set down our long story, bending my weaknesses against myself.
We both gain an advantage (all wrong) to prove you virtuous.
My counselor affidavit registers our deficiency of alibis. All the same, hunches count. (I’ve always been competing with another self.)
Surely alter egos bear no responsibility for foundering within the social anomaly of treason.
Rules commit us. Voters chose Trump. Yet this is the last cause. Everything I note here is integrated by law. Remember those days?
Surely alter egos bear no responsibility for foundering within the social anomaly of treason.
Rules commit us. Voters chose Trump. Yet this is the last cause. Everything I note here is integrated by law. Remember those days?
It’s spooky rhyme but it wasn’t my first
choice; the machine flunked me — burst
my thought calculating a stretch space sitting here, smelling of weed. Tho it restored my faith in the bonus shod of prowess, smoking in slacks (touching my two knees behind your back), undressing. Exercises for us commoners become a habit we can’t keep up for more than an hour but the revenge police are baffled, off the advisory team.
8/10/21
What can be done about a bore? I register nothing. Never again?
Boredom is poor experiment, our supervisor said. And that’s what we wrote down to snap out of it — lightness, joy, eyes-open dream. And 3rd cousin to dream: Knower and known are clean osmosis in reverse! It’s clearer every day we’re way behind the suitably flared zoological frontier.
Time I guess to air-lift my foolish eagerness and cover it with worn sandals and Swiss Army knives. I might think I’ve been a floater of cynicism in relation to any concept I sever. (It’s hard for me to take credit.) “It’s always about dying,”
Btw, it’s “never death.”
I consider head scratchers boredom managers. They hold genetic information but don’t understand that much. Much skips a generation.
Boredom is poor experiment, our supervisor said. And that’s what we wrote down to snap out of it — lightness, joy, eyes-open dream. And 3rd cousin to dream: Knower and known are clean osmosis in reverse! It’s clearer every day we’re way behind the suitably flared zoological frontier.
Time I guess to air-lift my foolish eagerness and cover it with worn sandals and Swiss Army knives. I might think I’ve been a floater of cynicism in relation to any concept I sever. (It’s hard for me to take credit.) “It’s always about dying,”
Btw, it’s “never death.”
I consider head scratchers boredom managers. They hold genetic information but don’t understand that much. Much skips a generation.
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” & any unclenched feelings
which we can’t pinpoint or supplicate, my lord, husband...
But may I live & die if fair ever turns sour
or our summer festers rather than show summer flowers with no pitched provisos
& integers-to-be, no part to fix, no comeuppance, none.
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” & any unclenched feelings
which we can’t pinpoint or supplicate, my lord, husband...
But may I live & die if fair ever turns sour
or our summer festers rather than show summer flowers with no pitched provisos
& integers-to-be, no part to fix, no comeuppance, none.
I weigh your music.
Bang you’re dead:
Average self-guilt along with bland lucky
tones, a problem. No gist, a tone too popular.
So relax thine form here,
Berlioz.
Everything dark-accented inflates 3
dimensions into an immense drizzle of forms A.
The formless, unequal in luck float already.
I hope you’re at peace.
Bang you’re dead:
Average self-guilt along with bland lucky
tones, a problem. No gist, a tone too popular.
So relax thine form here,
Berlioz.
Everything dark-accented inflates 3
dimensions into an immense drizzle of forms A.
The formless, unequal in luck float already.
I hope you’re at peace.
8/9/21
Our politics are criminal.
I’m going to try and get around this
(the way it is).
I’m going to take my inside voice
...over here I have news to
twist in cold leafy acreage.
‘Come here, get out of here..
I’m out of here..’ other poll data
. . Out and out of
mind I guess —
That’s how we want it.
Absolute vice concerns phrasal pyrotechnics,
no progress.
I’m going to try and get around this
(the way it is).
I’m going to take my inside voice
...over here I have news to
twist in cold leafy acreage.
‘Come here, get out of here..
I’m out of here..’ other poll data
. . Out and out of
mind I guess —
That’s how we want it.
Absolute vice concerns phrasal pyrotechnics,
no progress.
Skepticism is boosted by metonyms.
Ever since, one’s intellect seeks damages. Time to boost actual ideas.
There’s not one left from an emergent zone for lack of despair.
Nothing.. even huge finesse augurs repression and destruction of autonomy from institutional fictive icons.
These icons I believe can’t predict what we’ll face when they take over — hard winds! and there aren’t enough white flags going around to
delete utterances filling our balloons.
Ever since, one’s intellect seeks damages. Time to boost actual ideas.
There’s not one left from an emergent zone for lack of despair.
Nothing.. even huge finesse augurs repression and destruction of autonomy from institutional fictive icons.
These icons I believe can’t predict what we’ll face when they take over — hard winds! and there aren’t enough white flags going around to
delete utterances filling our balloons.
24: One perspective: My eye plays a painter. Good background for you & me to peep wherein
a whole school of cunning painters can pick you up, take the day off
away from hangers-on. Painters will be drawn to your skill & art — your true image.
Your glazed eye for an eye, happy returns both physical & in thought
win
the day even as even more models file by in your body frame —
painters will gaze on them to retrace your form but never know your heart.
a whole school of cunning painters can pick you up, take the day off
away from hangers-on. Painters will be drawn to your skill & art — your true image.
Your glazed eye for an eye, happy returns both physical & in thought
win
the day even as even more models file by in your body frame —
painters will gaze on them to retrace your form but never know your heart.
Bathing in wishful enjambement, naked duty —
and ‘worth the trouble’ — called out in a tremblor voice to children who blur the terrain,
a patterned enclosure: our caller, composer, shouts,
Let’s search for reason in nature’s chaos…
No one belts out a coda like this, pulsating — it’s wonderful.
A rationalized miracle.
and ‘worth the trouble’ — called out in a tremblor voice to children who blur the terrain,
a patterned enclosure: our caller, composer, shouts,
Let’s search for reason in nature’s chaos…
No one belts out a coda like this, pulsating — it’s wonderful.
A rationalized miracle.
Bad news, I was
struck by the French property owner. You know,
plagiarism done in loose quotes.
It’s cold indirection,
but my metabolism really took off, along
with emotions from a huge manuscript
I was freezing —
watching text spin like sentience
refined by anthropic bias. Since, tho,
it’s none of the above, this could be for you now.
struck by the French property owner. You know,
plagiarism done in loose quotes.
It’s cold indirection,
but my metabolism really took off, along
with emotions from a huge manuscript
I was freezing —
watching text spin like sentience
refined by anthropic bias. Since, tho,
it’s none of the above, this could be for you now.
8/8/21
Are you healthy enough for perfection in a gridded environment?
That’s a track question.
A motive for our dialog stencils many other expectations while class struggle gets slippery.
Or peach-dreamy, subverting history. The poster says democracy
But reading it in a fixed scheme subverts federalist imminence.
A motive for our dialog stencils many other expectations while class struggle gets slippery.
Or peach-dreamy, subverting history. The poster says democracy
But reading it in a fixed scheme subverts federalist imminence.
I keep my mouth shut, listening,
Escalating all synonyms to inhabit received logic.
I’mmeasuring a timeline by chance. I’m
For concentrating on coloring in valuable sounds, also
Pushing the most extreme among core arts,
Refining defiance as self defense.
This introduces the cult of the squish
Factor. (My luggage did this to me.)
Escalating all synonyms to inhabit received logic.
I’mmeasuring a timeline by chance. I’m
For concentrating on coloring in valuable sounds, also
Pushing the most extreme among core arts,
Refining defiance as self defense.
This introduces the cult of the squish
Factor. (My luggage did this to me.)
Are you healthy enough for perfection in a gridded environment?
That’s a track question.
A motive for our dialog stencils many other expectations while class struggle gets slippery.
Or peach-dreamy, subverting history. The poster says democracy
But reading it in a fixed scheme subverts federalist imminence.
A motive for our dialog stencils many other expectations while class struggle gets slippery.
Or peach-dreamy, subverting history. The poster says democracy
But reading it in a fixed scheme subverts federalist imminence.
77: Blank careers contain these mind games refereed in shade. For work, we look to a future far outside realia (but always at ‘work’!) or at minimum, we should feel enriched, taking our joint profit as clear if vacant progress to eternity. Vacant. These precious minutes uncommitted, often both urbane and in bad taste, I whisper to myself, falling for your acquaintance.
*
For work, we were enriched mostly within glass buildings. When you’re on my mind I see cubism and social media, empaneled or at minimum propped up as official progress (taking all sides). Blank leaves in our journals, we know. Learning gives us memories, too many minutes wasted, mostly overrated. Let’s show how we commit to your book, to nurse your brainchild delivered as a time share of your stealth, your voice,
your beauty’s imprint.
*
For work, we were enriched mostly within glass buildings. When you’re on my mind I see cubism and social media, empaneled or at minimum propped up as official progress (taking all sides). Blank leaves in our journals, we know. Learning gives us memories, too many minutes wasted, mostly overrated. Let’s show how we commit to your book, to nurse your brainchild delivered as a time share of your stealth, your voice,
your beauty’s imprint.
O Buddhists of progress
We’re back in vertigo
Yielding authority practicing karate high noon
: Yeh, sure, take me on your own.
Karate brings up laws of nature. Laws vast and tiny. Or vice versa.
Or maybe the law is contextually pragmatic, more like mannerist enigma-cutting, modifying collective memory w/in incessant self-interrogation?
Who can share no one’s convictions?
We’re back in vertigo
Yielding authority practicing karate high noon
: Yeh, sure, take me on your own.
Karate brings up laws of nature. Laws vast and tiny. Or vice versa.
Or maybe the law is contextually pragmatic, more like mannerist enigma-cutting, modifying collective memory w/in incessant self-interrogation?
Who can share no one’s convictions?
Guards stood tall in part over parcels. Now they tell me to take off my belt. Your belt.
My impression is each motion serves a purpose. A higher light according to utopians hoisted in the sky headed toward realpolitik under their own glare. Guards collapsing into supernumerary states of hemi-fusion, 2 or more. Small adjustments in scales opposite a line-up of our un-numbed bodies. (2 or more.) Every dancer stops for a mote, a moment, feels better they tell me.
Then we yield to the rush of new people stage center, taking on our subject matter w/ a backwash expressed as enzymes to clear up what’s worth repeating.
My impression is each motion serves a purpose. A higher light according to utopians hoisted in the sky headed toward realpolitik under their own glare. Guards collapsing into supernumerary states of hemi-fusion, 2 or more. Small adjustments in scales opposite a line-up of our un-numbed bodies. (2 or more.) Every dancer stops for a mote, a moment, feels better they tell me.
Then we yield to the rush of new people stage center, taking on our subject matter w/ a backwash expressed as enzymes to clear up what’s worth repeating.
8/7/21
Past is no guarantee of future thrum and hardly rumble, hey and whoa, how
awful, how much are you exercising to circumvent compulsory
nonprecious cargo between obsessions ..
with a smear of wet mulched chickpeas? I can’t get into specifics,
because it’s too nonverbal a compromise.
I know I’m next, flapping my arms in front of me.
And I’m afraid of being abducted.
At the top it’s shrew pink and all mapped. So I’m ready.
awful, how much are you exercising to circumvent compulsory
nonprecious cargo between obsessions ..
with a smear of wet mulched chickpeas? I can’t get into specifics,
because it’s too nonverbal a compromise.
I know I’m next, flapping my arms in front of me.
And I’m afraid of being abducted.
At the top it’s shrew pink and all mapped. So I’m ready.
104: You’re fair doing this, my friend. And.
I saw both of us stop dials, and set the pace, again. Fear, danger, for one of us,
you or I may get burnt, turning to seasonal
purebreds, to fresher figures, fairer times and hot pricing, unless
your turning toward deception as envy sounds better.
If not, burn for me, friend. Hues balance in your greener motions, ever
since I was shaken by the sweet pride in your eyes.
I feel I have seen your figure before you were born.
Perfumes of April so stand as axioms from June — seen with pride
you’ve already processed.. stolen for future use.
You turn summer into spring’s first guided
tour — such a future can never be old, never overdone.
I saw both of us stop dials, and set the pace, again. Fear, danger, for one of us,
you or I may get burnt, turning to seasonal
purebreds, to fresher figures, fairer times and hot pricing, unless
your turning toward deception as envy sounds better.
If not, burn for me, friend. Hues balance in your greener motions, ever
since I was shaken by the sweet pride in your eyes.
I feel I have seen your figure before you were born.
Perfumes of April so stand as axioms from June — seen with pride
you’ve already processed.. stolen for future use.
You turn summer into spring’s first guided
tour — such a future can never be old, never overdone.
I may have torn thru your text (torn only thru my mind — you
still backstroke and float around in my semen).
O ouch. I’m not sorry.
This is my first try in four dimensions.
There were more debris balls thrown so we ordered an atemporal zone of grace — w/ the emancipatory norm of curiosity —
Set it to limitless, w/ its winners & losers, a humanist quiz.
still backstroke and float around in my semen).
O ouch. I’m not sorry.
This is my first try in four dimensions.
There were more debris balls thrown so we ordered an atemporal zone of grace — w/ the emancipatory norm of curiosity —
Set it to limitless, w/ its winners & losers, a humanist quiz.
Start writing.
It’s easy going out and doing things you don’t know. No repeat parts.
The charge is here, thrill in peeling back from nothing as well as failing to remember the (mission) exchange. Or extra charge.
What does it mean to work? I don’t know that either. What I know is how to belong, stake out territory and bust heads, maintaining an atmosphere of trust.
It’s easy going out and doing things you don’t know. No repeat parts.
The charge is here, thrill in peeling back from nothing as well as failing to remember the (mission) exchange. Or extra charge.
What does it mean to work? I don’t know that either. What I know is how to belong, stake out territory and bust heads, maintaining an atmosphere of trust.
8/6/21
Let’s not. I defy you.
Empiricists map people for amoral purposes, we know.. backing it up w/ inexactitude ’n caprice.
I will follow conventional physics.
I’ll focus on pure benefits that accrue in the future. Newer inconsistencies never grasp for governance of the governed! Wouldn’t you know older ones show up in an infinite series for each day’s standardized essay test. (Or from another angle they are the series, livin’ history over, as we have heard.) As you were.
(The Chief of Staff thus pled.
Suspiciously correct.)
Empiricists map people for amoral purposes, we know.. backing it up w/ inexactitude ’n caprice.
I will follow conventional physics.
I’ll focus on pure benefits that accrue in the future. Newer inconsistencies never grasp for governance of the governed! Wouldn’t you know older ones show up in an infinite series for each day’s standardized essay test. (Or from another angle they are the series, livin’ history over, as we have heard.) As you were.
(The Chief of Staff thus pled.
Suspiciously correct.)
Not a koan
(how could
it
be un-impaled?)
— Religious type, agnostic,
both listened to reason while a temple friend sliced
off one of his nipples. It was the middle way,
enlightenment so simplified, you can spell it out.
Crookks of microclimates over fog. Over ravines. Knower and the known, all branches, all matter — an open-miked state of big joy, electrons.
A sweet industrial morsel went for all 3 doors assuming no threshold ahead where materiality can’t exist. No dissonance, no interruption.
These could be so
as Buddha and Buddhists are only disparities.
(how could
it
be un-impaled?)
— Religious type, agnostic,
both listened to reason while a temple friend sliced
off one of his nipples. It was the middle way,
enlightenment so simplified, you can spell it out.
Crookks of microclimates over fog. Over ravines. Knower and the known, all branches, all matter — an open-miked state of big joy, electrons.
A sweet industrial morsel went for all 3 doors assuming no threshold ahead where materiality can’t exist. No dissonance, no interruption.
These could be so
as Buddha and Buddhists are only disparities.
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! Here we rehearse how you and I write together, and then how I believe I’m truly with you, in love.
Forever all night.
Look around, what’s background?
Barely perceptible lightning over fog.
Homology and prudence. Peck v immolation.
No questions asked, we work the lower jaw
for the same carbons to put this together for refuge.
Meanwhile nothing came up.
You’ll need a new camping saw and hood scoop.
I’ll invade your space then leave later,
lately not feeling calm over you but crazy.
Look around, what’s background?
Barely perceptible lightning over fog.
Homology and prudence. Peck v immolation.
No questions asked, we work the lower jaw
for the same carbons to put this together for refuge.
Meanwhile nothing came up.
You’ll need a new camping saw and hood scoop.
I’ll invade your space then leave later,
lately not feeling calm over you but crazy.
From the bird this feeder pipes in, “Linked phrases run through the a’s, b’s, c’s so on, but a-phrases, again, often point to the composition (the kind you are).
B-wise, your creativity
is not wasted in remorse.
What you owe: you know
almost and almost lost,
unfinished, in everything. For the c’s
you looked over a scratchy plain
of dandelions, empiricism, clover:
Ah universality! It’s always your newness:
and I see your forms
as I fill in the questionnaire
putting my back into it.”
B-wise, your creativity
is not wasted in remorse.
What you owe: you know
almost and almost lost,
unfinished, in everything. For the c’s
you looked over a scratchy plain
of dandelions, empiricism, clover:
Ah universality! It’s always your newness:
and I see your forms
as I fill in the questionnaire
putting my back into it.”
8/5/21
Getting on with creative hustle, stealth
Forces in bent silhouette disappear on Diane
Street, filling in with mind-assistants, theorists of a visual culture
Wholly populated with sulkers. XXX multi-blends.
Major mist killed most of them off before we could get a look — its operation
Never meant more than feel-good-ok applied to drug events. Amended
One-line phobias scrawled with shock talk. Alpha-One
Cement Beginner Course. Heifers of Suffering. Toy Budding. On
One hand we gave drugs up because of high fealty to fitness regimens
And wedging taxes; on the other, because it got too crowded. Then
Very warm. Am I allowed to go on? Quacks toiled for meme growths
Bringing breathing back up from the deep -- smiling for their health.
Forces in bent silhouette disappear on Diane
Street, filling in with mind-assistants, theorists of a visual culture
Wholly populated with sulkers. XXX multi-blends.
Major mist killed most of them off before we could get a look — its operation
Never meant more than feel-good-ok applied to drug events. Amended
One-line phobias scrawled with shock talk. Alpha-One
Cement Beginner Course. Heifers of Suffering. Toy Budding. On
One hand we gave drugs up because of high fealty to fitness regimens
And wedging taxes; on the other, because it got too crowded. Then
Very warm. Am I allowed to go on? Quacks toiled for meme growths
Bringing breathing back up from the deep -- smiling for their health.
63: Hours..drain..blood.
As I am now, Max Planck fellows are running off with radical research incentives for a frontier in vanishing unboundedness: Cramming organized treasures into small packages, tethered particle immolations. The dignity of boson appearances, confounding cruelty and love, alike, fed from memory. Cutting with little or no motive, the sky foregrounding processes of mere appearances, stealing our ‘just anarchic joys,’ all of them, always.
As I am now, Max Planck fellows are running off with radical research incentives for a frontier in vanishing unboundedness: Cramming organized treasures into small packages, tethered particle immolations. The dignity of boson appearances, confounding cruelty and love, alike, fed from memory. Cutting with little or no motive, the sky foregrounding processes of mere appearances, stealing our ‘just anarchic joys,’ all of them, always.
Getting on with creative hustle, stealth
Forces in bent silhouette disappear on Diane
Street, filling in with mind-assistants, theorists of a visual culture
Wholly populated with sulkers. XXX multi-blends.
Major mist killed most of them off before we could get a look — its operation
Never meant more than feel-good-ok applied to drug events. Amended
One-line phobias scrawled with shock talk. Alpha-One
Cement Beginner Course. Heifers of Suffering. Toy Budding. On
One hand we gave drugs up because of high fealty to fitness regimens
And wedging taxes; on the other, because it got too crowded. Then
Very warm. Am I allowed to go on? Quacks toiled for meme growths
Bringing breathing back up from the deep -- smiling for their health.
Forces in bent silhouette disappear on Diane
Street, filling in with mind-assistants, theorists of a visual culture
Wholly populated with sulkers. XXX multi-blends.
Major mist killed most of them off before we could get a look — its operation
Never meant more than feel-good-ok applied to drug events. Amended
One-line phobias scrawled with shock talk. Alpha-One
Cement Beginner Course. Heifers of Suffering. Toy Budding. On
One hand we gave drugs up because of high fealty to fitness regimens
And wedging taxes; on the other, because it got too crowded. Then
Very warm. Am I allowed to go on? Quacks toiled for meme growths
Bringing breathing back up from the deep -- smiling for their health.
8/4/21
Let’s now prescribe an observance of justice
for each game, for any obvious bravery.
Let’s is an imperative like vote for someone or punch me.
A magnificent evening can be given to loosen persistent counter thought.
This or any separation we call birth of the blues out of naïveté, shyness,
meaning frame and ligaments hold little feeling, resourceless.
Little feeling is not sad. One votes sadly.
for each game, for any obvious bravery.
Let’s is an imperative like vote for someone or punch me.
A magnificent evening can be given to loosen persistent counter thought.
This or any separation we call birth of the blues out of naïveté, shyness,
meaning frame and ligaments hold little feeling, resourceless.
Little feeling is not sad. One votes sadly.
Before I turn into another parabola of you, yours, I should take myself out and stay out, crabbed, hesitant to set off emotion that might fail. There’re signs you just want to cry — and it’s not a bad smell, just sad or a bit wifty from dimness when I wake up. It all goes well. You and I take off, tho. One by one. Reasons are weather related, paleness this morning and a similar wash of fog coming back, violaceous air offshore yesterday, the day before. Winds shifted and I barely pertain, and why should I? It would be contradictory and limitlessly impolite to insist we’ve won in a runoff of longing and gratitude. That you and I are taking time to sift through (even the slightest) parts here would be one datum of coincident poses. I cherish your transitioning to mine, bringing it up to me often yet I can’t presume what we can’t express, foundering and tongue-tied, handing our fortune over to the 1st letters of the alphabet. You want back in — me too. Keep in touch.
Sonnet 65:
Cultural boundlessness in impulsive concealment.. it could be a physics meditation held outdoors last summer. All night flower action evolves stronger, steelier pretexts, jewels, many out of hand.. petals and stems sway over an impregnable teaser.
In time we hold our own, stumbling upon a rare sonnet holding out for continuity as it were — trademarks of both natural and technical production, mortal yet like summer honey bright in value or a variable of beauty either way.
Cultural boundlessness in impulsive concealment.. it could be a physics meditation held outdoors last summer. All night flower action evolves stronger, steelier pretexts, jewels, many out of hand.. petals and stems sway over an impregnable teaser.
In time we hold our own, stumbling upon a rare sonnet holding out for continuity as it were — trademarks of both natural and technical production, mortal yet like summer honey bright in value or a variable of beauty either way.
How could I be so foolish in bed; what a question.
You’re the matter at hand.
There are subtitles, various languages. We can stay awake and translate the exposed back meaning of another dreaming.
Nothing accrues but there’s a lifetime of waking thoughts.
I’m taking you taking this from your back to the throat. (You asked.)
Sleeping has nothing to do with nothing.
It’s interim behavior.
You can exit the room at any point, burning, or add features to growing nodes, as in rote ed like foundational philosophy.
You’re the matter at hand.
There are subtitles, various languages. We can stay awake and translate the exposed back meaning of another dreaming.
Nothing accrues but there’s a lifetime of waking thoughts.
I’m taking you taking this from your back to the throat. (You asked.)
Sleeping has nothing to do with nothing.
It’s interim behavior.
You can exit the room at any point, burning, or add features to growing nodes, as in rote ed like foundational philosophy.
Cocktails, 4:00 am.
Dissonance born of necessity, one dialog reflects gritty, blind optimism via violence.
Are you healthy enough for this perfection?
A little off, ok — speaking the usual way subverts expectations.
Stencils of our doctrine line up behind others
As good critique pays homage to paying homage, finding its subject.
Dissonance born of necessity, one dialog reflects gritty, blind optimism via violence.
Are you healthy enough for this perfection?
A little off, ok — speaking the usual way subverts expectations.
Stencils of our doctrine line up behind others
As good critique pays homage to paying homage, finding its subject.
8/3/21
Your bromide is familiar. You’re gaining attention for the wrong infinite reasons, Jungfrau.
Stay where you are. Exploit the familiar, even an inkling. Glow lost, fast.
The cosmos is unwilling to plow far ahead, now or later, this way or that — what we inhabit is neither a stoner planet nor merely some plywood-dream-and-particulates object flown in time (w/ fewer and fewer true intrigues).
There’s much history.
Shadow sensory awareness, a chosen medium.
Flowers are em-poisoned by design, grateful astrochemists oozin’ adrenaline
for their audience, saboteurs of the heart.
Stay where you are. Exploit the familiar, even an inkling. Glow lost, fast.
The cosmos is unwilling to plow far ahead, now or later, this way or that — what we inhabit is neither a stoner planet nor merely some plywood-dream-and-particulates object flown in time (w/ fewer and fewer true intrigues).
There’s much history.
Shadow sensory awareness, a chosen medium.
Flowers are em-poisoned by design, grateful astrochemists oozin’ adrenaline
for their audience, saboteurs of the heart.
59: Sonnets are ok, nothing new — going backwards here —
Let’s vote Labour —
an ostentatious luncheon in ‘old world’ pensiveness,
beguiling etiquitte, self-admiring praise.
I might say more, fool my brain, the one mended by you and your composed image but
I stay in character.
More sure — we’re easily freaked by what antique words
dig up and how re-inventions get composed, still we have to keep our wits about us
— looking back under whose
thumb? And am I yours?
Let’s vote Labour —
an ostentatious luncheon in ‘old world’ pensiveness,
beguiling etiquitte, self-admiring praise.
I might say more, fool my brain, the one mended by you and your composed image but
I stay in character.
More sure — we’re easily freaked by what antique words
dig up and how re-inventions get composed, still we have to keep our wits about us
— looking back under whose
thumb? And am I yours?
Forever all night.
Look around, what’s background?
Barely perceptible lightning over fog.
Homology and prudence. Peck v immolation.
No questions asked, we work the lower jaw
for the same carbons to put this together for refuge.
Meanwhile something came up.
You’ll need a new camping saw and hood scoop.
I’ll invade your space then leave later,
lately not feeling calm over you but crazy.
Look around, what’s background?
Barely perceptible lightning over fog.
Homology and prudence. Peck v immolation.
No questions asked, we work the lower jaw
for the same carbons to put this together for refuge.
Meanwhile something came up.
You’ll need a new camping saw and hood scoop.
I’ll invade your space then leave later,
lately not feeling calm over you but crazy.
8/2/21
I was born with Euro-spite. After success as a child, I interpreted leers in two layers of sleep relief, speaking for us both.
Alien favors percolate if you diet and exercise while relationships are budding frontiers. We want a space made up of excellence in the air between unruly manes and confabs with bookies (publishers). We’ll keep a moth-hole sweat or two as foils to new financial identities.
Are you healthy enough for perfection in this gridded environment?
That’s a keeping track question.
A stencil of our dialog frames many other expectations while class struggle gets slippery.
Or peach-dreamy, subverting history. The poster says democracy
But reading it in an unfixed scheme subverts federalist imminence.
Alien favors percolate if you diet and exercise while relationships are budding frontiers. We want a space made up of excellence in the air between unruly manes and confabs with bookies (publishers). We’ll keep a moth-hole sweat or two as foils to new financial identities.
Are you healthy enough for perfection in this gridded environment?
That’s a keeping track question.
A stencil of our dialog frames many other expectations while class struggle gets slippery.
Or peach-dreamy, subverting history. The poster says democracy
But reading it in an unfixed scheme subverts federalist imminence.
I had this idea. No traceable identity.
Not like gogo boots or a crucifix or ...
longer eyelashes to bring your pupils out.
We have a cigarette for the beach.
What do you think of smoking?
No, I don’t think I’ve seen anything like this before.
That’s why I slept so poorly last night.
For if I tell you, you’ll say
I’m making a big deal out of nothing.
You know I’m two-faced. What? Nothing. All right...
We can make the poem mute. If it doesn’t
speak, we don’t have to pay it as much.
A wordless deaf-mute. What could
be more what you are?
Not like gogo boots or a crucifix or ...
longer eyelashes to bring your pupils out.
We have a cigarette for the beach.
What do you think of smoking?
No, I don’t think I’ve seen anything like this before.
That’s why I slept so poorly last night.
For if I tell you, you’ll say
I’m making a big deal out of nothing.
You know I’m two-faced. What? Nothing. All right...
We can make the poem mute. If it doesn’t
speak, we don’t have to pay it as much.
A wordless deaf-mute. What could
be more what you are?
48: One only care, a trifle..
Save where you aren’t / tho I feel you are. Careful now..
Tho a treasure you are left as prey
For tomorrow’s falsehoods before the stealing starts.
But you thirst for it all, all arms.
I feel you in my breast, my dear care — you and I play a
Thievish long shot in comfort for the true prize: our pleasure
Outlasts grief over how we come and part.
Save where you aren’t / tho I feel you are. Careful now..
Tho a treasure you are left as prey
For tomorrow’s falsehoods before the stealing starts.
But you thirst for it all, all arms.
I feel you in my breast, my dear care — you and I play a
Thievish long shot in comfort for the true prize: our pleasure
Outlasts grief over how we come and part.
Black and white French films of the 1950s —
A spiral staircase was a happiness problem, withdrawn on a formality,
Noted on snare drums.
Highly camouflaged from the past.
Going forward (in French), merciless itch, what’s the entry for time travel?
Solving for the passing
Of cities, thought past us, 2 years before
Messing with you. A fantasy sport.
A spiral staircase was a happiness problem, withdrawn on a formality,
Noted on snare drums.
Highly camouflaged from the past.
Going forward (in French), merciless itch, what’s the entry for time travel?
Solving for the passing
Of cities, thought past us, 2 years before
Messing with you. A fantasy sport.
8/1/21
I gave you what I have.
In this my life had some internet.
Earth pulverized, closer to dead. And now you’re
On earth, no better with emotion than I.
A song remains where the consecrated was due
This. This
For an atom = A head turn divided by meanings pertinent lots of ways
At once. Your
Continence is still material.
Spirit but with subheads.
In this my life had some internet.
Earth pulverized, closer to dead. And now you’re
On earth, no better with emotion than I.
A song remains where the consecrated was due
This. This
For an atom = A head turn divided by meanings pertinent lots of ways
At once. Your
Continence is still material.
Spirit but with subheads.
Sonnet 38:
Damn, can’t complain, when my muse
left we had a subject..
Next to nothing, also a two-barred finch
went raving — you took notes on wet bubbles — of curious worth.
To invent peruses the here and now takes in — ?
— there’s no dumb invention when everything is the right answer? —
You once came up with this argument, a sweetheart deal
— breathing now your voice pours through my verse!
And you give out light outliving you and you and me
rehearsing, calling us, bringing thanks to you.
Damn, can’t complain, when my muse
left we had a subject..
Next to nothing, also a two-barred finch
went raving — you took notes on wet bubbles — of curious worth.
To invent peruses the here and now takes in — ?
— there’s no dumb invention when everything is the right answer? —
You once came up with this argument, a sweetheart deal
— breathing now your voice pours through my verse!
And you give out light outliving you and you and me
rehearsing, calling us, bringing thanks to you.
Crime: The noun to which much is given.
Can you spot the q and a between shorelines?
While in the time-motion garden, a parallel door banged thru the night.
Next morning I hugged rugged trees in the upstart foreground,
Our encampment after, ridiculous, you guess.. juxtaposed,
Anglophone, atonal.. fuzzy. It’s so. We know it when we hear it:
One expects a clearer message for individual agency.
Can you spot the q and a between shorelines?
While in the time-motion garden, a parallel door banged thru the night.
Next morning I hugged rugged trees in the upstart foreground,
Our encampment after, ridiculous, you guess.. juxtaposed,
Anglophone, atonal.. fuzzy. It’s so. We know it when we hear it:
One expects a clearer message for individual agency.
If you know rhetoric
it changes your feelings;
changes others’ behavior,
but not especially in poetry.
Our poetry changes
only our fine-tuning text,
the one you’re reading at another
time coming up now. Here.
Benji, stop that. Strange dog. We’ve decided to beat it out of you. Say something. We’re losing your spirit and pulse.
it changes your feelings;
changes others’ behavior,
but not especially in poetry.
Our poetry changes
only our fine-tuning text,
the one you’re reading at another
time coming up now. Here.
Benji, stop that. Strange dog. We’ve decided to beat it out of you. Say something. We’re losing your spirit and pulse.
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