Rain drowns you in the best ‘hosing.’ That’s a pet name for my tongue.
Surely as there’s a heartbeat to math there are light, oblique truths gaining access to felt qualities.
We’re tart. The new job title, urgent. More pets romp on, ahead of sober ai redales w/ no clawback motives. But I’m underhanded getting to an axiom we can manipulate: No amnesty?
or / & like crustaceans we give in, to forgetfulness.
This rain surrounds a weather balloon holding jerky.
6/30/22
127: C.V.: I’ve misspelled a sign celebrating ravenous yawns in fair use praxis, and there’s some age old false connection to an eyesore we dreamed up, borrowing a face beauty slanders. There, inside, little agency, no intervention, only stripes of ideas multiplying nameless, profane, counting inventory, keeping faith from their esteemed orientation, mining the richest veins, designing solid, stoic codes that trigger stern satisfaction dusk thru midday, they think: So many infolding explosive arcs of competing constructs they flare up into neat blocks of aqueous shimmer! Blocks we’ve been party to after a late lunch.
Hitherto ethos susses southpaw disproportionality, so lovers per lifetime meet their lucky doubles halfway, borrowing a face here, slanting a blurred promise we had there or we don’t know we had, in shame letting it almost die down.
Hitherto ethos susses southpaw disproportionality, so lovers per lifetime meet their lucky doubles halfway, borrowing a face here, slanting a blurred promise we had there or we don’t know we had, in shame letting it almost die down.
Sobriety, not mine, makes the case for / against boredom in composition, that is, in the poem-making venture. Boredom? Blame it on relatives, the empire-prone who ride escalators up and down the Radisson nearest you.
Sociologists are stepping up and nodding off
Under the influence of futon cramps at home and similar vehicles
Transporting pouti debs and elephant men,
Dostoevsky wrote.
Sociologists are stepping up and nodding off
Under the influence of futon cramps at home and similar vehicles
Transporting pouti debs and elephant men,
Dostoevsky wrote.
6/29/22
Love, A cool looking Japanese acrobat slow-motioned to me to go for the moody and unexpected.
Doesn’t it freak you when categories are givens you don’t need to work out? Some of you has given in — there you go, retreating, emancipating solitude, more sound-oriented than dance.
But that reminds me, your draw is immediate, overwhelming, terse and of a Castilian order. A hundred body moves, spacetime, action contained in one = you at the piano. Leafy veggies tossed for George Balanchine.
Doesn’t it freak you when categories are givens you don’t need to work out? Some of you has given in — there you go, retreating, emancipating solitude, more sound-oriented than dance.
But that reminds me, your draw is immediate, overwhelming, terse and of a Castilian order. A hundred body moves, spacetime, action contained in one = you at the piano. Leafy veggies tossed for George Balanchine.
“Devils were seductive, once motivating me to seek their darkness,
Pick up the guitar & write more songs,”
Talking Chimp squealed like a talking dog.
Lean, fluid, sleek & balanced, clipped close,
This daredevil is fallen into a state of confusion & loneliness
— just to feel cloud patterns about being no one.
Pick up the guitar & write more songs,”
Talking Chimp squealed like a talking dog.
Lean, fluid, sleek & balanced, clipped close,
This daredevil is fallen into a state of confusion & loneliness
— just to feel cloud patterns about being no one.
Sonnet 100:
Muse. You.
We have worthless spoils darkening our song
— an idle song we convert to 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.
Come closer: Your power and skill suspend most of my 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 to 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.
Come closer: Your power and skill suspend most of my fears
even as we love vicariously — even more to love more,
to redeem spending my fury and all my life in satire.
Your movements go by a few names, still coordinated but hidden in.. hardly underwear.
Not dreadful but low, classic, easy, unforgettable elements surrounding a presence (for now) then taking them off — your panties — quiet and respectful in everyday nudity.
For nudity, it’s always a swing dance in practice, a whole new side of narrowing expense and becoming hallowed thru the center, handing over your hard currency and coins.
A lot of Dutch people go Dutch.
Not dreadful but low, classic, easy, unforgettable elements surrounding a presence (for now) then taking them off — your panties — quiet and respectful in everyday nudity.
For nudity, it’s always a swing dance in practice, a whole new side of narrowing expense and becoming hallowed thru the center, handing over your hard currency and coins.
A lot of Dutch people go Dutch.
6/28/22
We are ...We Are So Sorry
Thesis Study Group — writing in
Extremely quick intervals (about a tenth of a second) and short distances (about a billionth of a trillionth of a centimeter) — just as our dads, quantum fluxes, drive through terrestrial ideas of up/down, day/night, before/after, you know.
Cinema likenesses are profuse or would be if we probed more Nippon aircadet dudes.
That’s why a good workout is a terrific poem.
Usually. I still haven’t figured out why I’m restricted to a world without suffering that can’t exist.
Thesis Study Group — writing in
Extremely quick intervals (about a tenth of a second) and short distances (about a billionth of a trillionth of a centimeter) — just as our dads, quantum fluxes, drive through terrestrial ideas of up/down, day/night, before/after, you know.
Cinema likenesses are profuse or would be if we probed more Nippon aircadet dudes.
That’s why a good workout is a terrific poem.
Usually. I still haven’t figured out why I’m restricted to a world without suffering that can’t exist.
4: Unthrifty = extravagant; nothing = nothing.
To traffic in deception, record your writing. Take fast notes
.. and I’m being fra nk, beauty lent to you
will oppose given facts of previous loveliness gone unused —
a perplexed legacy taken outside why or what’s acceptable
to audit profit and thrift. I’m lending you
my saddle for your extrication from delirium ..
Love whom else? Is it largess for me or you to go free? In a coin flip, we
traffic with fog to bequest lilac-dark in the air
spending upon you and me
so great a denatured octagonal gloom
by our own natures, sum of sums, we must take our notes alone.
To traffic in deception, record your writing. Take fast notes
.. and I’m being fra nk, beauty lent to you
will oppose given facts of previous loveliness gone unused —
a perplexed legacy taken outside why or what’s acceptable
to audit profit and thrift. I’m lending you
my saddle for your extrication from delirium ..
Love whom else? Is it largess for me or you to go free? In a coin flip, we
traffic with fog to bequest lilac-dark in the air
spending upon you and me
so great a denatured octagonal gloom
by our own natures, sum of sums, we must take our notes alone.
6/27/22
At a new level of storytelling that hang-in-there spirit is on your side.
It goes with a backhand irony like a guided missile or extra guards at the gate.
As there are centers of wishing beyond closed doors
All batteries are charged (that’s the feeling). I’m pouring
Molasses over my track pants ‘stitched’ with microfiber — I’m about to walk the spiral and more!
While chestnuts stand around in jobbed hoards,
coupons expire.
It goes with a backhand irony like a guided missile or extra guards at the gate.
As there are centers of wishing beyond closed doors
All batteries are charged (that’s the feeling). I’m pouring
Molasses over my track pants ‘stitched’ with microfiber — I’m about to walk the spiral and more!
While chestnuts stand around in jobbed hoards,
coupons expire.
It’s come to our attention a proposition digs into science or it does not.
It was amazing to meet you and your idea. In a way
it was impressive to meet your funky penumbra, to be influenced by street life needlepoint and other class resentments.
I was astonished to communicate with inky musculature evoking nighttime.
Oceans then deserts.
‘Quoting’ here. I can’t stop. It’s my job.
That’s what it seemed.
It was amazing to meet you and your idea. In a way
it was impressive to meet your funky penumbra, to be influenced by street life needlepoint and other class resentments.
I was astonished to communicate with inky musculature evoking nighttime.
Oceans then deserts.
‘Quoting’ here. I can’t stop. It’s my job.
That’s what it seemed.
55: A living record, a period sonnet doubts softness but addresses enmity — nor can we outlive this, against death, advancing slowly.
Not marble nor rhyme so move. Dropping my nor mood... the fun workout once was of a soul, a tone cucumber, a hue not seen here nor in Lyon.
So why am I dwelling on posterity like a warrior groom?
My own lover’s eyes shine brighter than all the color coming into the poem...
You and I find room in this prospect — oblivious, uninvited, I bring guests — death and memory, statues overturned. I...
Even now in our eyes, we find fire for wearing out memory’s velocity — ask (or shall I ask) shall I?
Nor wills posterity rest.
Not marble nor rhyme so move. Dropping my nor mood... the fun workout once was of a soul, a tone cucumber, a hue not seen here nor in Lyon.
So why am I dwelling on posterity like a warrior groom?
My own lover’s eyes shine brighter than all the color coming into the poem...
You and I find room in this prospect — oblivious, uninvited, I bring guests — death and memory, statues overturned. I...
Even now in our eyes, we find fire for wearing out memory’s velocity — ask (or shall I ask) shall I?
Nor wills posterity rest.
6/26/22
I flash to a fresh writing space. And I’ve never been more uplifted, more unnerved by my desire somberly floated in a fun orrery, just a display except for the impossible, now audible signs of new history, of mixed intentions, preparing me for a fixed response with renewed power.
Surely there’s no rebounding beneath the social parasail of poetics sequestration.
Reset emphasis belongs in the verbatim over
-supply. That is, which lexicon will be appointed most enabling.
Ellipses point the way out & will continue — how we express and re-express ideas, simple or not.
Big, multiple ideas are broken down or/and up.. discrete yet continuous
constituent.. subordinated input emerges, important as key testimony, simple or and not.
Simpler the better. Poor poetry yes, scansion none the less.
Surely there’s no rebounding beneath the social parasail of poetics sequestration.
Reset emphasis belongs in the verbatim over
-supply. That is, which lexicon will be appointed most enabling.
Ellipses point the way out & will continue — how we express and re-express ideas, simple or not.
Big, multiple ideas are broken down or/and up.. discrete yet continuous
constituent.. subordinated input emerges, important as key testimony, simple or and not.
Simpler the better. Poor poetry yes, scansion none the less.
Not to arouse hearsay, your wellbeing was my concern. I can’t forget.
Not even a tenth of a millionth of a second.
And that does it for this free frame. Proud exclamations have put off even the most uncomfortable of changes, advancing a lighter viewpoint, the world as it is, pressing ideas with multiples. Many observers.
Not even a tenth of a millionth of a second.
And that does it for this free frame. Proud exclamations have put off even the most uncomfortable of changes, advancing a lighter viewpoint, the world as it is, pressing ideas with multiples. Many observers.
91: Who owns property, names, anything under formalism? Boasting of birth,
of skill, we grew up 20th century, years before joy in mega-wealth
became the measure for every day, as adjuncts measure it.
Some glory still of hawks or hounds, pride to a category of leisure. Yup. More? Your love is of more delight than dreams of pleasures
that can’t exist — here we go — our love zooms in value.
Love’s body force is better, richer, prouder, to the top!
You and I own one property having love, finding this joy above the rest.
of skill, we grew up 20th century, years before joy in mega-wealth
became the measure for every day, as adjuncts measure it.
Some glory still of hawks or hounds, pride to a category of leisure. Yup. More? Your love is of more delight than dreams of pleasures
that can’t exist — here we go — our love zooms in value.
Love’s body force is better, richer, prouder, to the top!
You and I own one property having love, finding this joy above the rest.
We’re cruising at altitudes of theorem. Quack probabilities dim until we restructure our credit history, nail it to live data. Where does the political economy have us put it? His-her terrain — also yours and mine, since we’re all for one as subscribers to the regulatory plutocracy..
Let her go, let him do what he was elected to do..
Sorry, not tonight...
Let her go, let him do what he was elected to do..
Sorry, not tonight...
6/25/22
Politics is the gene expression omnibus.
Each of us is one viral video from partisan fame.
Vanity is promotion.
Amen to showboats opposing simplicity...
I don’t mean rampage in a civil sense,
I mean surgically knocking other chanters
Off, throwing knives, wrecking them
From the inside, slicing up! I was kidding I’m not that religious.
Each of us is one viral video from partisan fame.
Vanity is promotion.
Amen to showboats opposing simplicity...
I don’t mean rampage in a civil sense,
I mean surgically knocking other chanters
Off, throwing knives, wrecking them
From the inside, slicing up! I was kidding I’m not that religious.
Our odd moves, strains...
I'll write a few postcards, pour over them.
The periphery picks up my solemnity —
I’ll seem to look out from the attic rooms,
Watch others work, sounds they make,
Steeples, chimneys, cones and thin musks over the gloom...
The town burns to stay awake maybe.
A uranium-brimmed mojo now in a whiff.
I'll write a few postcards, pour over them.
The periphery picks up my solemnity —
I’ll seem to look out from the attic rooms,
Watch others work, sounds they make,
Steeples, chimneys, cones and thin musks over the gloom...
The town burns to stay awake maybe.
A uranium-brimmed mojo now in a whiff.
89: In relation to conflicts over scale, the big guy and I want to inspect what you and others say.
What have you got to lose?
Truly offensive, maybe. Like so many others, I’m fixated on war, warcraft, loss of democratic principles and governance procedures —
Dealing in procedures again, only this time writ extremely large. The writ carries a stark reference to the last liberal prime number among us, John Rawls, but how wrong, inarticulate and superficial to bring him up this way. I’ll disgrace myself if you don’t tell me to change.
And speaking of inarticulate, I’m conflicted about criteria for justice, I have questions how these may apply to our acquaintances and the Supremes’ strangleholds now ...
What have you got to lose?
Truly offensive, maybe. Like so many others, I’m fixated on war, warcraft, loss of democratic principles and governance procedures —
Dealing in procedures again, only this time writ extremely large. The writ carries a stark reference to the last liberal prime number among us, John Rawls, but how wrong, inarticulate and superficial to bring him up this way. I’ll disgrace myself if you don’t tell me to change.
And speaking of inarticulate, I’m conflicted about criteria for justice, I have questions how these may apply to our acquaintances and the Supremes’ strangleholds now ...
Our last owner had an understanding with multiple staff.
His happiness washes up in our candy bar and cudgel DNA.
O we celebrated, beaten but breathing in what’s next.
We have a most advanced gene distribution system.
Try to look better.
Flames stink up the place. Hay on fire. Let’s dump all this way in the rearview where we can’t see. We will be leaving footholds in town, doubles of blurs in dizzy luxury, punching thru colorless straw and spheres in embers.
Hay savors just punishment! — regulatory propriety could care less, looking to nominal trivia — exactly what we recoil from, summoning logical defenses to explain a Hail Mary pass and your first entertaining containment.
His happiness washes up in our candy bar and cudgel DNA.
O we celebrated, beaten but breathing in what’s next.
We have a most advanced gene distribution system.
Try to look better.
Flames stink up the place. Hay on fire. Let’s dump all this way in the rearview where we can’t see. We will be leaving footholds in town, doubles of blurs in dizzy luxury, punching thru colorless straw and spheres in embers.
Hay savors just punishment! — regulatory propriety could care less, looking to nominal trivia — exactly what we recoil from, summoning logical defenses to explain a Hail Mary pass and your first entertaining containment.
6/24/22
In evolution we have an identity crisis
when who knows how I’m doing this
for our agenda? Near the teary top we crate
our own handiwork, cover it with a power tarp, drained of weight.
Moss alive! I should use another i.d. if any of this touches either of us. Or ours.
I used to have a power dependency that’s reasonable to regret.
Cut to I’m thinking it’s polite to say ‘power,’ not ‘ostentatious pensiveness for hours.’
when who knows how I’m doing this
for our agenda? Near the teary top we crate
our own handiwork, cover it with a power tarp, drained of weight.
Moss alive! I should use another i.d. if any of this touches either of us. Or ours.
I used to have a power dependency that’s reasonable to regret.
Cut to I’m thinking it’s polite to say ‘power,’ not ‘ostentatious pensiveness for hours.’
Dear, naturally you know you’re a misfit for an assignment like this.
Monetary policy calls for a quirk of sculpture in a spatial recession. The joy of employment
Is no less spontaneous here, now than when a think-tank answers to its dark alter ego; tho, the specificity is easily lost. [Get this, a think-tank that critiques itself, as a supposition. .]
Take info, then, about, and in, form to bullet your ideas, sweet, grading your results.
Monetary policy calls for a quirk of sculpture in a spatial recession. The joy of employment
Is no less spontaneous here, now than when a think-tank answers to its dark alter ego; tho, the specificity is easily lost. [Get this, a think-tank that critiques itself, as a supposition. .]
Take info, then, about, and in, form to bullet your ideas, sweet, grading your results.
6/23/22
Adjunct Pavel, the most cinched at the waist of our trio, interrupts Murf while the cheater Zoubek jumps into a collaged kitten mural of plastic abridgments joined by static hangers in back.
First up, an acrobat for the moods Pavel evokes like watercolorists also emerging for enhanced abandon during and after pressing and spinning hate.
Ouch! buckets of rain coming down, undistinguished and going away. Someone has cut the grass, no favors, that greeny, wettish smell is everywhere. Hay. Optimism.
Remember to slam the parentheses behind you
) bang and ) bang and ) ) double bang
(to be on the safe side).
— James Schuyler
First up, an acrobat for the moods Pavel evokes like watercolorists also emerging for enhanced abandon during and after pressing and spinning hate.
Ouch! buckets of rain coming down, undistinguished and going away. Someone has cut the grass, no favors, that greeny, wettish smell is everywhere. Hay. Optimism.
Remember to slam the parentheses behind you
) bang and ) bang and ) ) double bang
(to be on the safe side).
— James Schuyler
In a nonlinear way, every right wing worm thinks / every owner of a worm is subject to restitution
even as most tax pros evoke cuddliness w/ breeder values clad in mute colors..
I’m here too, waiting for someone I can’t stop waiting for.
I live in a container house near the city
and wait w/ sustained focus and innovation in nowhere equivalent to an unmooring of consciousness. I won’t do it, nah, many thanks.
I work w/ text, that do? .. I’ll grieve later on,
turn to pen and ink for human voice breaking glass drowning out the dog track.
Nah.
even as most tax pros evoke cuddliness w/ breeder values clad in mute colors..
I’m here too, waiting for someone I can’t stop waiting for.
I live in a container house near the city
and wait w/ sustained focus and innovation in nowhere equivalent to an unmooring of consciousness. I won’t do it, nah, many thanks.
I work w/ text, that do? .. I’ll grieve later on,
turn to pen and ink for human voice breaking glass drowning out the dog track.
Nah.
76: In flight, the framework is told on telling.
How can verse expend tribute? How spent? Why?
This café, I think, is going to try to answer that & help the rain stop falling on me.
I know the framework around my notes craves attention, that’s why I always write to you.
Why I finish a stretch and new and old lines get confused, showing their new birth.
Fuse the way they
Continue as light rain clears. My argument.
How can verse expend tribute? How spent? Why?
This café, I think, is going to try to answer that & help the rain stop falling on me.
I know the framework around my notes craves attention, that’s why I always write to you.
Why I finish a stretch and new and old lines get confused, showing their new birth.
Fuse the way they
Continue as light rain clears. My argument.
A burst of daft tone substitutes timeframes.
Wait. There’s nothing. A blank referral.
No tone, no daftness.
And rightly so o I know
I lower the volume to closest approximate parity
and we have the yard puffing, bearing poetry sounds..
.. I see your potential; don’t wait, time is temporary; eternity
Later... it’s not much.
Get your share,
knocking any love-moment down with small talk, unscripted, unpredictable:
Some standards.
Shined asides.
We pick the bests of show to set the timeframe for a prize bowl,
Really a vase,
Set it, let sunlight pitch in its foam. Infer
Poetry goes thru many drafts.
Wait. There’s nothing. A blank referral.
No tone, no daftness.
And rightly so o I know
I lower the volume to closest approximate parity
and we have the yard puffing, bearing poetry sounds..
.. I see your potential; don’t wait, time is temporary; eternity
Later... it’s not much.
Get your share,
knocking any love-moment down with small talk, unscripted, unpredictable:
Some standards.
Shined asides.
We pick the bests of show to set the timeframe for a prize bowl,
Really a vase,
Set it, let sunlight pitch in its foam. Infer
Poetry goes thru many drafts.
6/22/22
So a redraft prompts special inquiry tho tentative after all meaning of structure. Putting it in a memo, we sleep with a relationship. It’s not an investigation but inquiry. Rough seas but you’ve been out here long enough, you know how we leverage missing you at a time when it’s least expensive. I’m happiest procrastinating, indexing suspicion and objurgating..
Simple and poor, that’s a major violation. Earning
an unclassified face 10-to-life...
leaving it to other investors who might stay offended, or
probably not —
(The violation is estopped as lines of Malthusian housetops bob and flicker under
phosphoric conditioning, alliteration by Fenwick of Taiwan.)
an unclassified face 10-to-life...
leaving it to other investors who might stay offended, or
probably not —
(The violation is estopped as lines of Malthusian housetops bob and flicker under
phosphoric conditioning, alliteration by Fenwick of Taiwan.)
51: In motion, no excuses — war is unjust when only one side wages it.
Gleaned from what war is, my desire keeps pace.
I’ll be an angel investor in spontaneity, no need but love, for love.
This is strictly, deliriously our business, self-realized adventure
losing daily battles, no excuses.
What time do you get off work in poetry? Should I know?
Speeding up when swift extremity can seem but slow
I hastened to run toward you
as though mounted within the wind before even starting ..
Gleaned from what war is, my desire keeps pace.
I’ll be an angel investor in spontaneity, no need but love, for love.
This is strictly, deliriously our business, self-realized adventure
losing daily battles, no excuses.
What time do you get off work in poetry? Should I know?
Speeding up when swift extremity can seem but slow
I hastened to run toward you
as though mounted within the wind before even starting ..
I follow the rules about Nordic weekends along with a more palatable wardrobe. That’s if hit by what you feel in the a.m.
I believe in you. Evening you’re different.
You give me a big temperature, a fine spray of messaging cavils.
What are we fixing up? I’ve discovered squeezing you around your hips brings up more meta-activity as superstitions based on fact —
A cult of dance per se sharpening endurance, risking focus..
Hermes masks, a precondition as two satyrid mayflies pop up, heath ringlets who advocate for peace. Their reputations recede but their early apprehension has held sway even before guns were worn.
I believe in you. Evening you’re different.
You give me a big temperature, a fine spray of messaging cavils.
What are we fixing up? I’ve discovered squeezing you around your hips brings up more meta-activity as superstitions based on fact —
A cult of dance per se sharpening endurance, risking focus..
Hermes masks, a precondition as two satyrid mayflies pop up, heath ringlets who advocate for peace. Their reputations recede but their early apprehension has held sway even before guns were worn.
6/21/22
True and lost — complex gangly, mostly mute yet histrionic, not cruel
-ish. We apologize for the inconvenience of modular adjustments.
Tons of special forces in silhouette .. polished from water .. on day one we’ll ..
We’ll correct everything near the top filling in with capacitance-assistants, eventual
Theorists of a visual world culture (camaraderie).
Quiet room in the West End near the ferry. Shared kitchen & bath.
No calls. Text name, recent work history.
-ish. We apologize for the inconvenience of modular adjustments.
Tons of special forces in silhouette .. polished from water .. on day one we’ll ..
We’ll correct everything near the top filling in with capacitance-assistants, eventual
Theorists of a visual world culture (camaraderie).
Quiet room in the West End near the ferry. Shared kitchen & bath.
No calls. Text name, recent work history.
So a redraft prompts special inquiry tho tentative after all meaning of structure. Putting it in a memo, we sleep with a relationship. It’s not an investigation but inquiry. Rough seas but you’ve been out here long enough, you know how we leverage missing you at a time when it’s least expensive. I’m happiest procrastinating, indexing suspicion and objurgating..
36: Radical repetitions. There they go. Altho each seems the same,
you’re the one, almost mine. Yet you get so far then stop. You’re not alone.
You may not be my one delight — for we are not solely the other’s. It’s a shame tho we honor our inner living love as it divides us into blotted hours, alone. I confess — or let me confess here, both radical respects are separable, each shamed into other loves of one sort with altered effects —
Your love, mine — honored remains from our nervous systems that distort both of us, it seems, set to break in two (but don’t), both borne alone radially.
you’re the one, almost mine. Yet you get so far then stop. You’re not alone.
You may not be my one delight — for we are not solely the other’s. It’s a shame tho we honor our inner living love as it divides us into blotted hours, alone. I confess — or let me confess here, both radical respects are separable, each shamed into other loves of one sort with altered effects —
Your love, mine — honored remains from our nervous systems that distort both of us, it seems, set to break in two (but don’t), both borne alone radially.
I’m talking in American.
Not going to lie, I watched us concoct a new economics affecting the radius of birthday cake, like the present indicative, destabilizing everyone’s temperament.
Looking into the camera makes this a document.
Which you are you?
The survey said I made it to the 2nd challenge, now
a winning session in crude instrumentation.
Looters, rhombus-gatherers doing well, respectively; great work, cuts straight thru the tea act, baking more cake to abandon.
The indicative becomes a popular racetrack, in effect. Feels like about time, epic sums, new slender totems, new business in one rotating ruse whose subtexts you know.
More federal $$ for new walkways and more lethal instruments..
Not going to lie, I watched us concoct a new economics affecting the radius of birthday cake, like the present indicative, destabilizing everyone’s temperament.
Looking into the camera makes this a document.
Which you are you?
The survey said I made it to the 2nd challenge, now
a winning session in crude instrumentation.
Looters, rhombus-gatherers doing well, respectively; great work, cuts straight thru the tea act, baking more cake to abandon.
The indicative becomes a popular racetrack, in effect. Feels like about time, epic sums, new slender totems, new business in one rotating ruse whose subtexts you know.
More federal $$ for new walkways and more lethal instruments..
6/20/22
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.
Virtue for now is farfetched. / Let’s consider what might outrank Zen. / Your
dialogs sound libertine laced w/ Frankfurt School brio, some science
fiction
— all right, let’s start in the open air in complete command of nothing.
Wearing a wigless wig is 1 method and standard model.
Measure = unbending contradiction, full, official division in one’s mind and 1
other, you!
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.
Virtue for now is farfetched. / Let’s consider what might outrank Zen. / Your
dialogs sound libertine laced w/ Frankfurt School brio, some science
fiction
— all right, let’s start in the open air in complete command of nothing.
Wearing a wigless wig is 1 method and standard model.
Measure = unbending contradiction, full, official division in one’s mind and 1
other, you!
Orderly transfer in 4 scary minutes:
Capitalism never hesitates beating then shooting the innocent into space but each victim goes broke, sighing take me, pluck freely and find me — O outer knee —
This is done —
Never doubting...ew... There’s enterprise in victimhood, each higher up will agree. There’s only one set of problems.
Reversed decisions, rotating surf, mercurial quanta.
Capitalism never hesitates beating then shooting the innocent into space but each victim goes broke, sighing take me, pluck freely and find me — O outer knee —
This is done —
Never doubting...ew... There’s enterprise in victimhood, each higher up will agree. There’s only one set of problems.
Reversed decisions, rotating surf, mercurial quanta.
22: Inside you
the mirror shows a raiment of my heart — therefore
so long as your beauty & youth cover me
— praise & the opposite grow acrostic, seemingly rife, stirred by your love
for days. I tender my pen to write down what you bear in your true heart
(washes of shadows, unrehearsed, bent to your will)
— how can I be dated, the elder of us two — your breast comes alive in mine and mine in yours,
fixed in air, we stay in love, nursing love. Expiators.
the mirror shows a raiment of my heart — therefore
so long as your beauty & youth cover me
— praise & the opposite grow acrostic, seemingly rife, stirred by your love
for days. I tender my pen to write down what you bear in your true heart
(washes of shadows, unrehearsed, bent to your will)
— how can I be dated, the elder of us two — your breast comes alive in mine and mine in yours,
fixed in air, we stay in love, nursing love. Expiators.
6/19/22
Secrets of satire have to float free
Finding an informatics of doors opening (bassoon music) & structured
Lasers & nanoleaf hexagons (& deep reeds for all-holds sex).
Loyal or lucrative, are you healthy enough for consummation in a gridded environment?
A mold of our dialog brings up others, dried-out, impressed, even as beauty’s struggle over time gets slipperier.
Or peach-dreamy, subverting history & waxing satirical, as the poster read, the word or hieroglyph ‘time’ encircled on beauty’s behalf.
For a circular ‘time’ those impressed with grids talk that way.
Finding an informatics of doors opening (bassoon music) & structured
Lasers & nanoleaf hexagons (& deep reeds for all-holds sex).
Loyal or lucrative, are you healthy enough for consummation in a gridded environment?
A mold of our dialog brings up others, dried-out, impressed, even as beauty’s struggle over time gets slipperier.
Or peach-dreamy, subverting history & waxing satirical, as the poster read, the word or hieroglyph ‘time’ encircled on beauty’s behalf.
For a circular ‘time’ those impressed with grids talk that way.
When we single ourselves out, we get closer to feeling guilty formulating concepts of exclusion.
Ya, you are important to me. You had a free hand, still there are holes in our discourse.
Our language hits inference-blasting registers, theological as Lyotard would have it, but our argument is plainly empirical — Only cash in small bills in exchange for a free ride, we mean it, tho, let’s discourse, subject to chance .. make that change ..
4: Unthrifty = extravagant; nothing = no thing.
To traffic in deception, keep a record of your writing. Take fast notes
.. and I’m being fra nk, beauty lent to you
will oppose evidence of previous loveliness gone unused —
a perplexed legacy (taken outside why or whether acceptable
to audit profit and thrift). I’ll lend you
my saddle for your extrication from delirium ..
Love whom else? Is it ‘no thing’ for me or you to go free? In a coin flip, we
address fog to bequest lilac-dark to the air
spending upon you and me
a denatured octagonal gloom.
By our own natures, sum of sums, we must write our notes alone.
To traffic in deception, keep a record of your writing. Take fast notes
.. and I’m being fra nk, beauty lent to you
will oppose evidence of previous loveliness gone unused —
a perplexed legacy (taken outside why or whether acceptable
to audit profit and thrift). I’ll lend you
my saddle for your extrication from delirium ..
Love whom else? Is it ‘no thing’ for me or you to go free? In a coin flip, we
address fog to bequest lilac-dark to the air
spending upon you and me
a denatured octagonal gloom.
By our own natures, sum of sums, we must write our notes alone.
6/18/22
“The French know it’s summer. The rues de Lille unravel.
— a puppy, Golda’s aid
disengaging emotional ties to higher purpose.
The goal is to savage any foresight —”
Henry James is a crazy bâtard. He hangs and continues,
“To my donor offspring ownership will be sweet.
The goal of foresight though is to i.d. another’s
sexual boasts, never far from the surface.
Freudian documentary airs
our loudest commercials over 10 decades.”
— a puppy, Golda’s aid
disengaging emotional ties to higher purpose.
The goal is to savage any foresight —”
Henry James is a crazy bâtard. He hangs and continues,
“To my donor offspring ownership will be sweet.
The goal of foresight though is to i.d. another’s
sexual boasts, never far from the surface.
Freudian documentary airs
our loudest commercials over 10 decades.”
It’s a classic knife-in-sui-generis.
Parts of the world face streets whooshed by furbishing impurities of state.
The carport reflective of this point is perched high above subatomic
attitudes of state, people using facebook for subject matter, like us.
There’s an end note for people who are sweating their attitude.
One polishes the text and hands it in.
Parts of the world face streets whooshed by furbishing impurities of state.
The carport reflective of this point is perched high above subatomic
attitudes of state, people using facebook for subject matter, like us.
There’s an end note for people who are sweating their attitude.
One polishes the text and hands it in.
Sonnet 61:
Simple enough picking up a pen . . . our land and those living on it have material functions; similarly I see you.
I watch your synthetic imagery through writing, the vigil and force applied putting your youth
into a piece, since the grown man does not come by himself, regardless of your beauty — the river bank plied by far off
metaphors and substitutes, one at a time — less formal, too near home it’s like taking your dictation, taking after your love of my love of you.
Simple enough picking up a pen . . . our land and those living on it have material functions; similarly I see you.
I watch your synthetic imagery through writing, the vigil and force applied putting your youth
into a piece, since the grown man does not come by himself, regardless of your beauty — the river bank plied by far off
metaphors and substitutes, one at a time — less formal, too near home it’s like taking your dictation, taking after your love of my love of you.
6/17/22
Absenteeism:
What can be done to language? Never again?
Lethargy is poor experiment, our supervisor said; and that’s what we wrote down to snap out of it — lightness, joy, eyes-open dream. And a 3rd cousin once removed to dream. Knower and known are clean osmosis in reverse! It’s clearer every day we’re way behind the suitably flared frontier.
Time I guess to air-lift over my future eagerness. I’ve been a floater of cynicism in relation to almost any concept I sever. (It’s hard for me to take credit.) “It’s always about dying,”
Btw, I consider myself a neurolinguistic product manager. Never removed.
What can be done to language? Never again?
Lethargy is poor experiment, our supervisor said; and that’s what we wrote down to snap out of it — lightness, joy, eyes-open dream. And a 3rd cousin once removed to dream. Knower and known are clean osmosis in reverse! It’s clearer every day we’re way behind the suitably flared frontier.
Time I guess to air-lift over my future eagerness. I’ve been a floater of cynicism in relation to almost any concept I sever. (It’s hard for me to take credit.) “It’s always about dying,”
Btw, I consider myself a neurolinguistic product manager. Never removed.
No future arouses chaotic phenomena rooting for singularities ahead until there’s no threshold. Matter persists, no dissonance, no disruption with a new status quo: perpetual and sparkled amid twists and perplexities that are ordered appearances gone dormant, nearly, or running off with fresh incentives for a backcountry of more unboundedness. Opinions unravelled in dissolving attitudes behind all the good times forward.
92: To my love in constant revolt, stealing away...
Our life together won’t work. I’m almost happy, I guess. Love pours a 100 proof — with intramural scars, a heightened blush, and hard labor. Staying power we dread the most, having had your love — now... what’s a fair question? ...is there another, more thoughtful stage to live through?
Depends on you and me, always. Yet I find lifetime love is formally a drag, o oops... I am reading others happy to die are on fire.
Happy to die! — do we take their place?
Our life together won’t work. I’m almost happy, I guess. Love pours a 100 proof — with intramural scars, a heightened blush, and hard labor. Staying power we dread the most, having had your love — now... what’s a fair question? ...is there another, more thoughtful stage to live through?
Depends on you and me, always. Yet I find lifetime love is formally a drag, o oops... I am reading others happy to die are on fire.
Happy to die! — do we take their place?
6/16/22
The soul is a belief system..
I hope you can let this go..
I’m breathing without commodity or form; structurally I’m sustained by hypothetical force —
I can’t go on without driving your car, then an amble — an episode in your driven telegenics.
When we walk together, it makes no language difference what we believe, what the soul is.
I’m just commenting.
The soul’s inscription read it’s good I have the keys.
I hope you can let this go..
I’m breathing without commodity or form; structurally I’m sustained by hypothetical force —
I can’t go on without driving your car, then an amble — an episode in your driven telegenics.
When we walk together, it makes no language difference what we believe, what the soul is.
I’m just commenting.
The soul’s inscription read it’s good I have the keys.
67: Smarts don’t matter. You had a wealth of smarts. Advantage achieved?
I’m laying myself off. Shall I? (Not that I’m smart.) I’m imitating an exchequer, an evolutionist of avarice — loose ends everywhere giving wind upright advantage and an inflection point — long since moot — where roses in shadow seem false, laced to fine society. Out in the open is wherefore wind and other loosenesses keep their youth only on the gain side, impious beauty and true presence forward.
And that goes for the lively sun shining with its blush-to-blood over the streets, bankrupting grownups.
I’m laying myself off. Shall I? (Not that I’m smart.) I’m imitating an exchequer, an evolutionist of avarice — loose ends everywhere giving wind upright advantage and an inflection point — long since moot — where roses in shadow seem false, laced to fine society. Out in the open is wherefore wind and other loosenesses keep their youth only on the gain side, impious beauty and true presence forward.
And that goes for the lively sun shining with its blush-to-blood over the streets, bankrupting grownups.
What is the difference between imminent and threatening? How do you pronounce annunciation? As atheist or decision theorist?
Act gathered.
There’s personal glamor that can only end in a draw sustained by two getting up, stretching for an hour.
After action and glamor there’s power. The virus is already inside us, theorist.
Act gathered.
There’s personal glamor that can only end in a draw sustained by two getting up, stretching for an hour.
After action and glamor there’s power. The virus is already inside us, theorist.
Next question, true or false. Is the last part more than ok? Technology keeps humming to utter fulfillment. The cigar and its plantations. It’s a manageable stretch from there to when you left, even while I ruled what went between us out. You hadn’t left a name, either. And yet, I stood closer, always wrong. To leverage and grow are businessspeak. To get feedback. Utmost to misunderstand.
6/15/22
We will lighten free speech, replacing ideas with clean / dirty order that rules in silence, a kind of stripping down to the disposed stems of aroma-exoticism and quote-end-quote unspeaking.
To that end, I’m more of a slowpoke when it comes to animal power and subjective transcendence, but I’m still not doing any penance with you. I’ll stay free of hell or near-hell swallowing hard.
The complexity is engineered simplicity for true confession, both as affectation and prerequisite, since you have to give license to upper boundaries of what’s made up that annoys others. And magnets lying flat on the horizon seem very passive-aggressive. Internal ‘gears’ enlist nausea for personal advantage (ugh), which I waive anyway, as if / as though indulged opposition were some urgent treasure I can share with anyone else.
To that end, I’m more of a slowpoke when it comes to animal power and subjective transcendence, but I’m still not doing any penance with you. I’ll stay free of hell or near-hell swallowing hard.
The complexity is engineered simplicity for true confession, both as affectation and prerequisite, since you have to give license to upper boundaries of what’s made up that annoys others. And magnets lying flat on the horizon seem very passive-aggressive. Internal ‘gears’ enlist nausea for personal advantage (ugh), which I waive anyway, as if / as though indulged opposition were some urgent treasure I can share with anyone else.
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 and sight. 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 and sight. Cutting with little or no motive, the sky foregrounding processes of mere appearances, stealing our ‘just anarchic joys,’ all of them, always.
Falsehood is an actuarial stat, a subjective quality of the frieze in progress, not an elevation or height.
This is a true/false dance question. Fibber Perseus v ‘radium’ (his mom). Which are ya?
In one draft Perseus can place big futures and puts as taller mouthpieces enter the salon rolled ‘into’ spools of their opposites — tendencious pedestrians (1st- or 2nd-years} sweating lead colors.
They can’t help smothering their loved ones, the dying. The bluebirds are instantaneous velocity.
They were just here. (Too late.)
This is a true/false dance question. Fibber Perseus v ‘radium’ (his mom). Which are ya?
In one draft Perseus can place big futures and puts as taller mouthpieces enter the salon rolled ‘into’ spools of their opposites — tendencious pedestrians (1st- or 2nd-years} sweating lead colors.
They can’t help smothering their loved ones, the dying. The bluebirds are instantaneous velocity.
They were just here. (Too late.)
6/14/22
Big guns Fric and Frac. Remember them?
Fric just called, admitted “We were swimming naked, a word I often use to characterize our government and binding. I wasn’t looking when I came out of my laps and grabbed Frac by the throat, and moved in. I felt something strange but familiar. And I gained social capital, among others.”
To bring this up this late in the morning is fiduciary.
(I fell silent and wrote it all down.)
To reverse Frac and Fric would switch from intractable to insoluble.
The split couplet, a principle that cannot be considered just in words
like suspension of liberties and financial slaughter.
Fric just called, admitted “We were swimming naked, a word I often use to characterize our government and binding. I wasn’t looking when I came out of my laps and grabbed Frac by the throat, and moved in. I felt something strange but familiar. And I gained social capital, among others.”
To bring this up this late in the morning is fiduciary.
(I fell silent and wrote it all down.)
To reverse Frac and Fric would switch from intractable to insoluble.
The split couplet, a principle that cannot be considered just in words
like suspension of liberties and financial slaughter.
No!
No contusion of the spheres,
dyscalculia, no, no hindsight bias,
Fra Angelico, sun up,
girl,
you’re a mess.
I’m going to grab you.
I am a visual person. Always have as I see you admired you. Liked you.
A month ago I took no umbrage, bloated out of proportion,
any umbrage hurled as a term in frustration. But now.
Non being in an octave, lonely as un-filmed pretexts & Goethe’s juvenilia.
Good instincts aside, no ephemerality, no hidden rounds
Or inflexible spite. I see what no means.
No contusion of the spheres,
dyscalculia, no, no hindsight bias,
Fra Angelico, sun up,
girl,
you’re a mess.
I’m going to grab you.
I am a visual person. Always have as I see you admired you. Liked you.
A month ago I took no umbrage, bloated out of proportion,
any umbrage hurled as a term in frustration. But now.
Non being in an octave, lonely as un-filmed pretexts & Goethe’s juvenilia.
Good instincts aside, no ephemerality, no hidden rounds
Or inflexible spite. I see what no means.
132: I’d like to bend rules to wipe temperance off a finger painting
while we dress soberly for the pityiable sky out west —
It’s so cold here. A place for mourning w/ subdued heartfelt pain,
along with rare minerals that turn into tree colors back east.
Your eyes I love, and they torment me most
where full stars usher both of us by your grace —
not half the sun nor half the glory from heaven
suits me more as two morning eyes become your face.
while we dress soberly for the pityiable sky out west —
It’s so cold here. A place for mourning w/ subdued heartfelt pain,
along with rare minerals that turn into tree colors back east.
Your eyes I love, and they torment me most
where full stars usher both of us by your grace —
not half the sun nor half the glory from heaven
suits me more as two morning eyes become your face.
I’m listening to Sonny Rollins’ Blue 7. Choosing a next word, like deciding music, is a significant event entailing parallel yet soon defunct experiences unmeasured but hypothesized in a quantum construct.
Choosing words or choosing most anything — an extraction process merges quanta, happenstance survivors plucked from a number of now-dead parallel event objects or topics. “When a word is selected as a ‘vivid detail,’” Wm. Empson insists, “a reader may suspect alternative reasons why it[’s] selected.” You’d think a given detail had been spinning either as two or many more meanings finally resolved (finished up) as confusion collapses, and one number or topical mood pops up and out, anecdotally at random. The rest are put to rest by now.
Choosing words or choosing most anything — an extraction process merges quanta, happenstance survivors plucked from a number of now-dead parallel event objects or topics. “When a word is selected as a ‘vivid detail,’” Wm. Empson insists, “a reader may suspect alternative reasons why it[’s] selected.” You’d think a given detail had been spinning either as two or many more meanings finally resolved (finished up) as confusion collapses, and one number or topical mood pops up and out, anecdotally at random. The rest are put to rest by now.
6/13/22
How can Trix (better) hear the extreme difficulties in separating external compulsion from desire
speaking out through a trap door on top of most every word?
Trix, again, can’t care as she leaves for finishing school. She’s wearing khakis and a red T-shirt and my new backpack stuffed with graphs. She wants more than a group-regulated ethos for the manufacture of comedy and verse.
The archives are at risk.
speaking out through a trap door on top of most every word?
Trix, again, can’t care as she leaves for finishing school. She’s wearing khakis and a red T-shirt and my new backpack stuffed with graphs. She wants more than a group-regulated ethos for the manufacture of comedy and verse.
The archives are at risk.
Meredith Monk’s Falling causes injury. ‘Intimation, insinuation, deep innuendo.
Perhaps glissandos.
Perhaps on lavish nights, like this, something you ate.
Boo hoo. Obsessive intimidation..
Not quite theory, string conjecture (sleeping thru zoom)
W/out inference, compressed from a postdigital “fount” of contradictions:
A piece of research asks, Why gestate palpable beauty
In a way that feels like games?’
Perhaps glissandos.
Perhaps on lavish nights, like this, something you ate.
Boo hoo. Obsessive intimidation..
Not quite theory, string conjecture (sleeping thru zoom)
W/out inference, compressed from a postdigital “fount” of contradictions:
A piece of research asks, Why gestate palpable beauty
In a way that feels like games?’
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.
Sing (wryly):
I’d like to thank the Academy.
Try to ignore X to reinforce ignorance.
I.T. warned me of overrefined emblems and their sweeping reproach. Can I have an amen? It registers I’m not religious. Nor are you. I took note of what you like from the beginning. I had a few ideas in mind divorcing you.
Oh, tech services, tell us more about your miserable ontology affecting checks, balances, and mantra logjams — How did worldviews crumble into poli-environmentality to pantomime the common numerator undercutting American literacy?
I’d like to thank the Academy.
Try to ignore X to reinforce ignorance.
I.T. warned me of overrefined emblems and their sweeping reproach. Can I have an amen? It registers I’m not religious. Nor are you. I took note of what you like from the beginning. I had a few ideas in mind divorcing you.
Oh, tech services, tell us more about your miserable ontology affecting checks, balances, and mantra logjams — How did worldviews crumble into poli-environmentality to pantomime the common numerator undercutting American literacy?
6/12/22
What of misprison in these shoot to kill syntactic schemes?
And. This Uncle Thing & the will. I find it confusing.
The man was your uncle. He died.
He didn’t leave you diddly. You’re upset.
Full stop.
What about your writing poetry together? Was there always animosity?
Yes! Ever since I ran over his schnauzer, in my villanelle, to be precise.
The “my” you reference reminds me repressively of what it sounds of, Sibelius
& forsythia — uncle said.
The forsythia is trying to warm up. Still.
And. This Uncle Thing & the will. I find it confusing.
The man was your uncle. He died.
He didn’t leave you diddly. You’re upset.
Full stop.
What about your writing poetry together? Was there always animosity?
Yes! Ever since I ran over his schnauzer, in my villanelle, to be precise.
The “my” you reference reminds me repressively of what it sounds of, Sibelius
& forsythia — uncle said.
The forsythia is trying to warm up. Still.
Auto minimalism (3 steps):
I don’t know any means to practice externalizing ideas to show myself off to rainfall in faint sunlight; I don’t know how to transfer any contextuals or theory dated a hundred years ago or any earlier!
I think I might keep to one or two esthetic tenets, but tenets are narrow, vernacular resins across, I think, global surfaces.
Vernacular means I’m not doing it unless ego steps ‘aside’ and we get paid for sleep.
I don’t know any means to practice externalizing ideas to show myself off to rainfall in faint sunlight; I don’t know how to transfer any contextuals or theory dated a hundred years ago or any earlier!
I think I might keep to one or two esthetic tenets, but tenets are narrow, vernacular resins across, I think, global surfaces.
Vernacular means I’m not doing it unless ego steps ‘aside’ and we get paid for sleep.
148: Denoting esthetic correspondence! it can whip you up, call you back in your cunning ..
No marvel then how love is falsehood? love’s eye can’t be true? —
I mistake fault in my sight and fair similes for love you’ve put in my head.
How can the world say it’s not so,
how can it say it is? No ..
I’m mistaken in my view : blinded watching you thru tears —
the sun itself vexing until skies disappear
— Vexing me! O You!
No marvel then how love is falsehood? love’s eye can’t be true? —
I mistake fault in my sight and fair similes for love you’ve put in my head.
How can the world say it’s not so,
how can it say it is? No ..
I’m mistaken in my view : blinded watching you thru tears —
the sun itself vexing until skies disappear
— Vexing me! O You!
The Civilian Conservation Corps formed and disbanded long ago (1933-42) but we see their handiwork in a few large cities. Parkways, esplanades, gardens.
Public works. With a smirk, one’s rather excited. One leaves it at that.
The places were beautifully democratized.
Justice, liberty, rule of shadowy lures...
Also, it’s easier for, suddenly, one has more greens to soften interruptions, using soft consonants down in one’s throat.. one’s holding firm. How many parallels do vowels take?
There’s no contest as every path dug from the ground by the Corps expresses a city, smirking, telling jokes.
Public works. With a smirk, one’s rather excited. One leaves it at that.
The places were beautifully democratized.
Justice, liberty, rule of shadowy lures...
Also, it’s easier for, suddenly, one has more greens to soften interruptions, using soft consonants down in one’s throat.. one’s holding firm. How many parallels do vowels take?
There’s no contest as every path dug from the ground by the Corps expresses a city, smirking, telling jokes.
6/11/22
You behind the evaporation
— we owe you nothing
falling out w/
your idea of daylight and sexual theater on the same sheer precipice..
every day events becoming ordinary knowledge
in parallel ebullience
waiting to come nearer to round us up
half asleep;
steadfast in geometry we assign the horizon horizon, our whole body.
— we owe you nothing
falling out w/
your idea of daylight and sexual theater on the same sheer precipice..
every day events becoming ordinary knowledge
in parallel ebullience
waiting to come nearer to round us up
half asleep;
steadfast in geometry we assign the horizon horizon, our whole body.
The air is sawed off, doing better. We were dangerous, once.
Smooth, Marxist rhetoric is purely transparent. It’s too late to make it sparse.
Even our restraint is longful for configurations in rage over mortality. Why not?
Marxist-self irony:
I’m a neo-accepter of making and being particles of subjective maneuvers,
Eating and breathing them too.
Smooth, Marxist rhetoric is purely transparent. It’s too late to make it sparse.
Even our restraint is longful for configurations in rage over mortality. Why not?
Marxist-self irony:
I’m a neo-accepter of making and being particles of subjective maneuvers,
Eating and breathing them too.
95: Hidden pretext takes over. Your story, a bad-will report but a kind of praise, per the report, re: habitual wants, billing inquiries, etc.
What would be less fantastic? First, an enclosure of stainless vice. A full shelf of great non-privileged, lascivious plans.
Naming your name tells the story. The softest will lose. How sweet — you’re every blot and sin in one, preached against, but seldom commended against ill odds, for shame. One spots your pieces of sporting nonsense, hard beauty’s humanly tongue un-negated, but verbs regularized randomly, veiled, knifing one’s love out.. one out..
What would be less fantastic? First, an enclosure of stainless vice. A full shelf of great non-privileged, lascivious plans.
Naming your name tells the story. The softest will lose. How sweet — you’re every blot and sin in one, preached against, but seldom commended against ill odds, for shame. One spots your pieces of sporting nonsense, hard beauty’s humanly tongue un-negated, but verbs regularized randomly, veiled, knifing one’s love out.. one out..
6/10/22
I got a grip on the heebee-jeebees.
Times are an outrage. Good times, lean, treason’s treason.
We’re tracking sick jokes thru cable —
for prejudice plays its revisionist bias. Looks like
a XIXth century habit of selfish accommodation I’m deeply not interested in.
Tax breaks for the wealthiest (owners) keep’em watching their cable.
To look is also
(we note now at the end to physics-oblivion)
to be seen.
Times are an outrage. Good times, lean, treason’s treason.
We’re tracking sick jokes thru cable —
for prejudice plays its revisionist bias. Looks like
a XIXth century habit of selfish accommodation I’m deeply not interested in.
Tax breaks for the wealthiest (owners) keep’em watching their cable.
To look is also
(we note now at the end to physics-oblivion)
to be seen.
11: 1st choice for a sonnet: to solve you for x. If you must, be rude, foolish but coalesce;
An x factor takes up our lives as yours.
Let’s hear it, yea!
We feel bursts of fresh blood, increased by your wisdom and endowment.
Wait. Later, with or without x... it seems cold here, an ebbing world away...
And so like-minded so fast —
We convert yea to .. folly ..
The world you call yours we make featureless, barren.
Inky smoke releasing a genocidal collage, living
Thought in agitated waves, reproached, disappeared
In drumming opinions (subtracting best practices) —
Look for nothing to help harsh times that should cease.
Cold freezing nature, per se, nature will age, perish, decay.
But we keep x in mind, cherished love..
The more you and yours live on .. we are given life back .. what you give.
An x factor takes up our lives as yours.
Let’s hear it, yea!
We feel bursts of fresh blood, increased by your wisdom and endowment.
Wait. Later, with or without x... it seems cold here, an ebbing world away...
And so like-minded so fast —
We convert yea to .. folly ..
The world you call yours we make featureless, barren.
Inky smoke releasing a genocidal collage, living
Thought in agitated waves, reproached, disappeared
In drumming opinions (subtracting best practices) —
Look for nothing to help harsh times that should cease.
Cold freezing nature, per se, nature will age, perish, decay.
But we keep x in mind, cherished love..
The more you and yours live on .. we are given life back .. what you give.
Here’s another centerpiece to explain how flowers are cut in plurals of progression.
Iconoclasts count on progressions in a series, along with any allure of falling fortunes
(they did).
From the center literally nothing is granted, good as your word.
Good as a poem.
Now, fine timing
Since you waited to listen, not empower others.
Every misconception is in the open, living unhinged, no limits. A fact, also a point... an ornamental one; our brain / body fiber pierced day, night, point b...
Terpsichore stays ascetic, improvisatory, a voice sherbet hued like Erato’s toppling the series, voices of suspicion, hisses.
Iconoclasts count on progressions in a series, along with any allure of falling fortunes
(they did).
From the center literally nothing is granted, good as your word.
Good as a poem.
Now, fine timing
Since you waited to listen, not empower others.
Every misconception is in the open, living unhinged, no limits. A fact, also a point... an ornamental one; our brain / body fiber pierced day, night, point b...
Terpsichore stays ascetic, improvisatory, a voice sherbet hued like Erato’s toppling the series, voices of suspicion, hisses.
6/9/22
Conformity is a serious consequence and urban hazard
And it’s well to recall that feeling inside you and me, too,
How prominently your spritz of attention became the asking price.
(End of asking)
Solidly opposed to one further illusion of minimalism in networking — as in prostitution there is no time for fascination.
And it’s well to recall that feeling inside you and me, too,
How prominently your spritz of attention became the asking price.
(End of asking)
Solidly opposed to one further illusion of minimalism in networking — as in prostitution there is no time for fascination.
147: The impressive, impassive float seems to learn amour’s fever is a disease
as desire is death, unwelcome overnight:
“The float is radiant, jammed with wares,”
had we anticipated, not long ago, “but no, had I been
eloquent as to the radiant as well as to the sickly, the bright
— we’d need no captions.”
Mad, a lover’s discourse throughout anticipated that very base point, past cure, past care ..
Why does reason leave now when there’s one move to go?
Tho vainly expressed, longing is still well fed by our appetite to please.
as desire is death, unwelcome overnight:
“The float is radiant, jammed with wares,”
had we anticipated, not long ago, “but no, had I been
eloquent as to the radiant as well as to the sickly, the bright
— we’d need no captions.”
Mad, a lover’s discourse throughout anticipated that very base point, past cure, past care ..
Why does reason leave now when there’s one move to go?
Tho vainly expressed, longing is still well fed by our appetite to please.
This cloaking device forestalls detection. Slanting, lost, an hour later we’re beginning to ride over borders. Borders are still porous, just look at this phonemic adventure! I need some top wipe.
You’re turning me on.
Reading pulp, there’s an interlude between devices where I wish you’d taken up singing of thingness.
The thing is ethical epitomes go against the grain. Maybe a grain or 2.. anything too graceful. What are faux resonators for but to attempt command of natural selection and all bloodlines. Um.. one thing more, there’s nothing but an eye blush of heat that measures desperate ‘votes’ we put in reckless hands —
You’re turning me on.
Reading pulp, there’s an interlude between devices where I wish you’d taken up singing of thingness.
The thing is ethical epitomes go against the grain. Maybe a grain or 2.. anything too graceful. What are faux resonators for but to attempt command of natural selection and all bloodlines. Um.. one thing more, there’s nothing but an eye blush of heat that measures desperate ‘votes’ we put in reckless hands —
6/8/22
How was it to record a full soundtrack, none of the script? Was it like jotting items down
from a retrieval search with trees of rhetoric leading to ersatz non-acculturation?
Simple enough picking up a pen
. . . land and lives on it have dossier functions, similarly
synthetic appropriation by composition, the vigil
and force applied putting some form of youth
into a piece, since prospective landscape does not come by itself, regardless of beauty —
the river bank played by
metaphors and substitutions of the time — more informal:
it’s taking notes, substituting after doing the math.
from a retrieval search with trees of rhetoric leading to ersatz non-acculturation?
Simple enough picking up a pen
. . . land and lives on it have dossier functions, similarly
synthetic appropriation by composition, the vigil
and force applied putting some form of youth
into a piece, since prospective landscape does not come by itself, regardless of beauty —
the river bank played by
metaphors and substitutions of the time — more informal:
it’s taking notes, substituting after doing the math.
Madam read her singable pieces without inflection,
A dissonance that plays to solemnity (“sing me, song”)
And tuneful reproach (“play-dough of god”).
Combing through my notes
I read there’s a world of disputes,
Churlish puffins and other dissension to shatter earlier continuity
Before my exploding goofiness over lunch; of course I mean exploring.
A dissonance that plays to solemnity (“sing me, song”)
And tuneful reproach (“play-dough of god”).
Combing through my notes
I read there’s a world of disputes,
Churlish puffins and other dissension to shatter earlier continuity
Before my exploding goofiness over lunch; of course I mean exploring.
117: What’s virtue? J’accuse thus: I have to repay all bonds as punishment, my willfulness and errors.
Whereto I recommend free time with ex-writers, video vignette note takers, engineers, others unknown, indistinguishable from applied scientists.
For now, after work we non-haters should accumulate human illuminated octane wearing Ray Bans and tailored tees.
To which (given time) ‘should’ = ‘want to’ = our gusto waking proof — scant proof without you, dear, dragged, transported far from your great level.
All to the winds since our inner bonds still tie me day by day under your august love:
But there’s solitude, as confidences accumulate to give in to the desert constants farthest from your sight.
Whereto I recommend free time with ex-writers, video vignette note takers, engineers, others unknown, indistinguishable from applied scientists.
For now, after work we non-haters should accumulate human illuminated octane wearing Ray Bans and tailored tees.
To which (given time) ‘should’ = ‘want to’ = our gusto waking proof — scant proof without you, dear, dragged, transported far from your great level.
All to the winds since our inner bonds still tie me day by day under your august love:
But there’s solitude, as confidences accumulate to give in to the desert constants farthest from your sight.
I prefer a clean hotel room.
I’m calling time-out dull
outside regular hours.
Looking around we need smarter drywall to excite ferns and moss growing
Up, shiny, imperfect, not held in place —
your nose looks finished as the stopper.
Breakfast at Starb’s and we’re off wandering
headed for B terminal,
a legacy installation in profane solace.
I’m calling time-out dull
outside regular hours.
Looking around we need smarter drywall to excite ferns and moss growing
Up, shiny, imperfect, not held in place —
your nose looks finished as the stopper.
Breakfast at Starb’s and we’re off wandering
headed for B terminal,
a legacy installation in profane solace.
6/7/22
To be unmarried
Where the sky went.
There’s a benign debate — where brightness bore in, grateful prenuptials ran out,
Drawing bounds along dark zones of propaganda.
And owing to your interest... this won’t constitute a holy day, merely a stampede.
Only one of many noted by a crowd of flutists aft.
My terms are to settle down through the evening. Your proud example
Gains longterm advantage stretching the launch over months,
Imprisoning refinement, captive for captital ill.
Where the sky went.
There’s a benign debate — where brightness bore in, grateful prenuptials ran out,
Drawing bounds along dark zones of propaganda.
And owing to your interest... this won’t constitute a holy day, merely a stampede.
Only one of many noted by a crowd of flutists aft.
My terms are to settle down through the evening. Your proud example
Gains longterm advantage stretching the launch over months,
Imprisoning refinement, captive for captital ill.
84: Partnerships were counterparts, 1st a little lunatic, more than most...
Even worse, hotly culled. And who can say?
Let me copy what’s clearly writ, how writing lends some small glory, substituting for natural praise
— you’re admired everywhere! Fame dignifies your story.
Adding no curse, I lower my voice to approximately yours.
To such immured an example, who can say more? You alone are you
As your story goes. And you let it go.
Rich in style, but fondly penurious compared to what is writ in you.
Even worse, hotly culled. And who can say?
Let me copy what’s clearly writ, how writing lends some small glory, substituting for natural praise
— you’re admired everywhere! Fame dignifies your story.
Adding no curse, I lower my voice to approximately yours.
To such immured an example, who can say more? You alone are you
As your story goes. And you let it go.
Rich in style, but fondly penurious compared to what is writ in you.
Writers like me consume their own slapstick
when there’s a conceptual contingency to max, along
with requisite ethical structure to examine taste levels.
Now you know what to expect.
You can’t put limits on free-lancers’ exuberant leisure
within a theoretical commune of vengeance..
Smart money on the solo stiff up against the writing board.
The ethics staff sat this out, sweat-soaked, shaken.
when there’s a conceptual contingency to max, along
with requisite ethical structure to examine taste levels.
Now you know what to expect.
You can’t put limits on free-lancers’ exuberant leisure
within a theoretical commune of vengeance..
Smart money on the solo stiff up against the writing board.
The ethics staff sat this out, sweat-soaked, shaken.
6/6/22
Should we have
a message?
We’re talking to what must
be figurative breakpoints listed under fate and fate’s consignments.
For instance..
Just kidding. Since the launch of designer housing
empty messages remember nothing of detached
sensory esotericists.
Granted, we have
a message strategy.
A politic paranoia recommended for laying back, cool and stable
in an emotional tri-level.
a message?
We’re talking to what must
be figurative breakpoints listed under fate and fate’s consignments.
For instance..
Just kidding. Since the launch of designer housing
empty messages remember nothing of detached
sensory esotericists.
Granted, we have
a message strategy.
A politic paranoia recommended for laying back, cool and stable
in an emotional tri-level.
51: In motion, no excuses — war is unjust when only one side wages it.
Gleaned from what war is, my desire keeps pace.
I’ll be an angel investor in spontaneity, no need but love, for love.
This is strictly, deliriously our business, self-realized adventure
losing daily battles, no excuses.
What time do you get off work in poetry? Should I know?
Speeding up when swift extremity can seem but slow
I hastened to run toward you
as though mounted within the wind before even starting ..
Gleaned from what war is, my desire keeps pace.
I’ll be an angel investor in spontaneity, no need but love, for love.
This is strictly, deliriously our business, self-realized adventure
losing daily battles, no excuses.
What time do you get off work in poetry? Should I know?
Speeding up when swift extremity can seem but slow
I hastened to run toward you
as though mounted within the wind before even starting ..
Microscopic honesty — we used to say — is the sanest practice for complete thumb control and body fitness.
Let’s go thru it again, generations of ample volunteering and worship set these scruples up. They come back. Soon you relax your balance, honest equipoise for a good writer is common enough, even now.
We went over our defensive appearances, for instance. Keep to schedule. Key is your keeping a regimen for hours at a time before it can wear off: So never let it. Curvatures in spacetime affix to our high expectations. If they pass muster they’ll slant any promise you have, had or you don’t know in the aftermath of your hiatus (hesitation), revving up.
Let’s go thru it again, generations of ample volunteering and worship set these scruples up. They come back. Soon you relax your balance, honest equipoise for a good writer is common enough, even now.
We went over our defensive appearances, for instance. Keep to schedule. Key is your keeping a regimen for hours at a time before it can wear off: So never let it. Curvatures in spacetime affix to our high expectations. If they pass muster they’ll slant any promise you have, had or you don’t know in the aftermath of your hiatus (hesitation), revving up.
6/5/22
One cause is edged with distant buzz, intervention — you have the touch —
tides by the book rotate out to here, the rim and pliant acreage possessed by that touch.
Emotions in gear, a snake tail in quiet we won’t notice until eased into rote phrases,
foiled by moments of tact, a finespun balance awaiting a lull.
tides by the book rotate out to here, the rim and pliant acreage possessed by that touch.
Emotions in gear, a snake tail in quiet we won’t notice until eased into rote phrases,
foiled by moments of tact, a finespun balance awaiting a lull.
Our crash test is named Defens(c)e of Double Identity.
Of course. You.. your desire and I were (are) habits of empire living off the clock, off proceeds, motion futures of one of each you / each of you.
The world-without-end news is those who are pro-slavery rue property, nonphysical property.
It’s feasible if you keep watching the clock on board one’s auto-bio.
Of course. You.. your desire and I were (are) habits of empire living off the clock, off proceeds, motion futures of one of each you / each of you.
The world-without-end news is those who are pro-slavery rue property, nonphysical property.
It’s feasible if you keep watching the clock on board one’s auto-bio.
29: I am deaf, “bootless” you say, never hearing I’ve been scorned, despised, all alone for desiring you...
Yet I make a fortune wishing, thinking of you when? when disgraced
Remembering hymns for love rich in hope, wealth, art, a human scope.
How all men’s eyes rise at dawn from birth, this outcast state without you, when..
Almost enjoined as to the sullen, least contented, almost cursed —
Looking for, singing from earth, thinking of you through daybreak.
Yet I make a fortune wishing, thinking of you when? when disgraced
Remembering hymns for love rich in hope, wealth, art, a human scope.
How all men’s eyes rise at dawn from birth, this outcast state without you, when..
Almost enjoined as to the sullen, least contented, almost cursed —
Looking for, singing from earth, thinking of you through daybreak.
Never dine — a term of
solitude.
Meantime I’m a member of the takeaway school.
Mean something, take it away...
how my twin psyche writes more conscientiously
touching on raw parts in this endearing translation.
Symbolism weighs in
as a shortcut: Some future of the past thinking & writing as if.
As if I stress
we’re suspicious of wormholes, tho
I never use tone shifting while throwing a cookout together.
For what party in sleep?
solitude.
Meantime I’m a member of the takeaway school.
Mean something, take it away...
how my twin psyche writes more conscientiously
touching on raw parts in this endearing translation.
Symbolism weighs in
as a shortcut: Some future of the past thinking & writing as if.
As if I stress
we’re suspicious of wormholes, tho
I never use tone shifting while throwing a cookout together.
For what party in sleep?
6/4/22
No appointments today. Triumph** is that creepy*. And counter-intuitive.
*Creepy widely construed as deafening tendencies toward plundered contexts for altering the body’s asymmetrical neuropsychology.
**Triumph, group or personal, can be unscrewed from abstraction during critical Q & A’s. How does triumph threaten a referent? when going straight to the point of quasi-autonomy. Was ist das?
I’m asking out loud for one reason only, so the receiver will sound an alarm (an autonomous light).
Merely of course sounded.
*Creepy widely construed as deafening tendencies toward plundered contexts for altering the body’s asymmetrical neuropsychology.
**Triumph, group or personal, can be unscrewed from abstraction during critical Q & A’s. How does triumph threaten a referent? when going straight to the point of quasi-autonomy. Was ist das?
I’m asking out loud for one reason only, so the receiver will sound an alarm (an autonomous light).
Merely of course sounded.
For all appearances nothing lurid was due at signing. Default
Swaps in reconnaissance at the barricades, alive —
You appear ok. Lie. This was about something else. By Jove,
Never weep with your pant legs up, banker,
Since scruffy footwear permeated antinomy, buried love
Finally & meantime —
Fools at the barricades have been taking icy notes as the weather cooperates,
Where reputations precede character, misapprehension remains.
For example.
Swaps in reconnaissance at the barricades, alive —
You appear ok. Lie. This was about something else. By Jove,
Never weep with your pant legs up, banker,
Since scruffy footwear permeated antinomy, buried love
Finally & meantime —
Fools at the barricades have been taking icy notes as the weather cooperates,
Where reputations precede character, misapprehension remains.
For example.
Good I’m a neo-accepter of making and being particles of misnomers. Eating and breathing them too.
Ghosts roam with the panicked. (All of us.) It’s like a last dance in respect to what you guys were doing — working off a 20-year watch list.
There’s hustle to market, along with rips in the divino cargo of space/time whose overnight vessels burgeon on blobby warmth, piped in like Berlioz, accompanied by addictions to ennobling risk. Come here often?
Ghosts roam with the panicked. (All of us.) It’s like a last dance in respect to what you guys were doing — working off a 20-year watch list.
There’s hustle to market, along with rips in the divino cargo of space/time whose overnight vessels burgeon on blobby warmth, piped in like Berlioz, accompanied by addictions to ennobling risk. Come here often?
6/3/22
I live in an echo of a country.
In the interim we had a blast. Knowhow
could be redubbed genetic sleep deprivation.
I’ll admit this view is crazy or a breach of somebody’s manners, a soft thick quilt the sun
might marshal over the property.
I should break my leasehold, ergo. Not really, she said out
loud, a breath ahead of how I could know.
This was the last first time or a fragment.
In the interim we had a blast. Knowhow
could be redubbed genetic sleep deprivation.
I’ll admit this view is crazy or a breach of somebody’s manners, a soft thick quilt the sun
might marshal over the property.
I should break my leasehold, ergo. Not really, she said out
loud, a breath ahead of how I could know.
This was the last first time or a fragment.
A sparrow close-range, a dedicated follower, packing a double large elegy of values, love trouble. Last blinded by the sea only tonight, this evening of the seals. Two old seals suddenly lifted in a renown wave, the same in each. Humming back, large as the beach staring away in too much sour light. When it slips away there are too many ways around it sung. The wave lips onto Houghs Neck floor filled with sour for gladness reasons. Often no one you know as seals go mourning their orchard rounds.
15: It’s your last day of youth when you throw trust out, clear sight and now telepathy — you’ll never feel his perfect arms around you again. Never feel the wet air on his skin, or wake up in his sap on his secret warm bed. You’re done, you don’t get a chance to influence, comment, try again for anything, not even for something you’re not. And I’m not.
I can’t do any better than what I’ve changed for love of you.
I can’t do any better than what I’ve changed for love of you.
Slumped over in gaffs,
many without pulse, how did one stand tall, pause
then brush his hair back? Men
like him looking up like flight risks; say
“Exactly,” in that miracle voice?
A faint breeze on zoom as you slip
your phone in his pocket — How against
containers hanging along the bow all fonts
are justified by defacing matter —
1/2 this, 1/2 that I’m sick of nice things. Whiskey.
many without pulse, how did one stand tall, pause
then brush his hair back? Men
like him looking up like flight risks; say
“Exactly,” in that miracle voice?
A faint breeze on zoom as you slip
your phone in his pocket — How against
containers hanging along the bow all fonts
are justified by defacing matter —
1/2 this, 1/2 that I’m sick of nice things. Whiskey.
6/2/22
89: In relation to conflicts over scale, the big guy and I want to inspect what you and others say.
Truly offensive, maybe. Like so many others, I’m fixated on war, warcraft, loss of democratic principles and governance procedures —
Dealing in procedures again, only this time writ extremely large. The writ carries a stark reference to the last liberal prime number among us, John Rawls, but how wrong, inarticulate and superficial to bring him up this way. I’ll disgrace myself if you don’t tell me to change.
And speaking of inarticulate, I’m conflicted about criteria for justice, I have questions how these may apply to our acquaintance and your strangleholds now ...
Truly offensive, maybe. Like so many others, I’m fixated on war, warcraft, loss of democratic principles and governance procedures —
Dealing in procedures again, only this time writ extremely large. The writ carries a stark reference to the last liberal prime number among us, John Rawls, but how wrong, inarticulate and superficial to bring him up this way. I’ll disgrace myself if you don’t tell me to change.
And speaking of inarticulate, I’m conflicted about criteria for justice, I have questions how these may apply to our acquaintance and your strangleholds now ...
Production through retrieval and communal ethos is a distinctive feature of the medieval era. It’s not ironic in the least digital data assembly enables our return to those earlier kinds of production and ethos. Work produced now is parallel along almost incalculable dimensions. And if most of that work is still authored, we can posit the mushrooming of art production (including poetry) over an arguably short time will totalize individual product into a kind of chillingly 2nd-tier relevance (with a few nonconceptual exceptions, of course).
6/1/22
Our last owner had an understanding with multiple staff.
His happiness washes up in our candy-bar and cudgel DNA.
O we celebrated, beaten but breathing for what’s next.
We have a most advanced gene distribution system.
Try to look better.
Sex flames stink up the place. Hay on fire. Let’s dump all this way in the rearview where we can’t see. We will be leaving footholds in town, doubles of blurs in dizzy luxury, punching thru colorless straw and spheres in embers.
All savor just punishment! — regulatory propriety could care less, looking to nominal trivia — exactly what we recoil from, summoning logical defenses to explain a poem’s Hail Mary pass as well as your entertaining containment.
His happiness washes up in our candy-bar and cudgel DNA.
O we celebrated, beaten but breathing for what’s next.
We have a most advanced gene distribution system.
Try to look better.
Sex flames stink up the place. Hay on fire. Let’s dump all this way in the rearview where we can’t see. We will be leaving footholds in town, doubles of blurs in dizzy luxury, punching thru colorless straw and spheres in embers.
All savor just punishment! — regulatory propriety could care less, looking to nominal trivia — exactly what we recoil from, summoning logical defenses to explain a poem’s Hail Mary pass as well as your entertaining containment.
“Stages of violence yearn for a whereabouts,” for you.
“The sneakiest conditions disperse — thinking of you (did I?)
not out of calculation; it began how far and vast
signals liberate us to oppose lesser facts,” you wrote.
Or plans change.
Without speech, intimacy is peroration.
That’s a normal reduction or formula for my song,
not a word on process.
“The sneakiest conditions disperse — thinking of you (did I?)
not out of calculation; it began how far and vast
signals liberate us to oppose lesser facts,” you wrote.
Or plans change.
Without speech, intimacy is peroration.
That’s a normal reduction or formula for my song,
not a word on process.
76: In flight, the framework would be told on telling.
How can varsity expend their tribute? How spent? Why?
This café, I think, is going to try to answer that & help the rain stop falling on me.
I know the framework around my notes craves attention, that’s why I always write of you.
Why I finish a stretch and new and old lines get confused, showing their new birth.
Fuse the way they
Continue as light rain clears. My argument.
How can varsity expend their tribute? How spent? Why?
This café, I think, is going to try to answer that & help the rain stop falling on me.
I know the framework around my notes craves attention, that’s why I always write of you.
Why I finish a stretch and new and old lines get confused, showing their new birth.
Fuse the way they
Continue as light rain clears. My argument.
Baby Watteau —
The empty sale window is closing and I’m on the move (or we are). Early or late, the sky’s not falling as a point of fact. Watteau glows like a stripper in spirals. Another point, harder to verify. More blessed, Baby’s greatest came early; Cézanne was late. These data still matter, in a manner of ungainly small talk — I’ve found someone else, deeper in, a thinly veiled version of a fossilized Cézanne.
The glow is hard to describe — an infancy on higher up, going blind. Perfecting for a fall. (My baby traps me.)
The empty sale window is closing and I’m on the move (or we are). Early or late, the sky’s not falling as a point of fact. Watteau glows like a stripper in spirals. Another point, harder to verify. More blessed, Baby’s greatest came early; Cézanne was late. These data still matter, in a manner of ungainly small talk — I’ve found someone else, deeper in, a thinly veiled version of a fossilized Cézanne.
The glow is hard to describe — an infancy on higher up, going blind. Perfecting for a fall. (My baby traps me.)
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