One of these days..
..I don’t think so
Nothing new. A wrap-around feeling, you could write until you drop ...
a feeling from here buried below animation.
I’d like to pull off the half familiar,
replacing that half with reflection and
silence, an ensemble for stripping down to approximate talk.
When it comes to our speaking one on one I have to be
charmed and not worry about what passes through me from you.
Me, of course, is an expansive subset of charm, a trinket I believe.
12/31/22
O poetry is like poetry. For
Clinging to one tradition, poetry is like nothing
Else in entertainment; it reveres collectivity,
Tiered access & flavors of spontaneity.
I’m thinking of a most awkward color.
The ballroom looks
Tiled back & forth mistily
Across immense miasma. That seems useful.
“Do we get party hats,” asked one rich in the tradition.
In another direction an ex-party manager
Advised a close reading of The American Heritage Dictionary.
The poetry label can be part of a headscarf, more than obvious:
Wild-eyed, one of the top tens, one makes a preparation response
Framed like all the others’.
Clinging to one tradition, poetry is like nothing
Else in entertainment; it reveres collectivity,
Tiered access & flavors of spontaneity.
I’m thinking of a most awkward color.
The ballroom looks
Tiled back & forth mistily
Across immense miasma. That seems useful.
“Do we get party hats,” asked one rich in the tradition.
In another direction an ex-party manager
Advised a close reading of The American Heritage Dictionary.
The poetry label can be part of a headscarf, more than obvious:
Wild-eyed, one of the top tens, one makes a preparation response
Framed like all the others’.
118: Kissing is poison. It’s cloying. Bad for you
but I wasn’t sure. 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 sure. 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.
So a redraft morphs into an urgent inquiry tho tentative. Putting it in a memo, we sleep with a relationship. It’s not an investigation but inquiry. Rough seas but you joined the service, expecting these long hours. You know how we leverage missing you, talking about it. Happiest procrastinating, I’m indexing suspicion and objurgating..
Publicity is the soul of justice.
That’s a great question.
Publicity is the soul of justice.
That’s a great question.
12/30/22
Traffic turns reflect the city.
Making a turn with our heads in the clouds strikes us as too liberal. Our guards are up. I’ll keep turning.
Why make so much of political origin or of schrapnel-blue Audis or of so few bird enthusiasts or their fragile ambiguity?
Our questions and responses are the end-of-day payload we can steer home. Happy, bonny home.
Ouestion: How do traffic controllers threaten an antecedant on so and so page?
In reponse, there’s dumb honor mining homilies and off-color
copy, imitating / replicating Dionysius for the evening drive.
Making a turn with our heads in the clouds strikes us as too liberal. Our guards are up. I’ll keep turning.
Why make so much of political origin or of schrapnel-blue Audis or of so few bird enthusiasts or their fragile ambiguity?
Our questions and responses are the end-of-day payload we can steer home. Happy, bonny home.
Ouestion: How do traffic controllers threaten an antecedant on so and so page?
In reponse, there’s dumb honor mining homilies and off-color
copy, imitating / replicating Dionysius for the evening drive.
The once conservative apparatus of worship is over.
A wall of calm then put up.
Love your synchronized neighbors. Ghost writing adult ideology is pure brinksmanship in disordering political parroting and consensus. It’s not known why parroting caught on. We’re redistributionists for sure, youth symbolically living to do it over but scale it better. Everyday politics practiced by young and old in useless anger, bruising rhetoric, forcibly asserted.
Public obligations shape who youth are, a late phase of withdrawal from a deadlock in eerie nuance with our future attributes.
A wall of calm then put up.
Love your synchronized neighbors. Ghost writing adult ideology is pure brinksmanship in disordering political parroting and consensus. It’s not known why parroting caught on. We’re redistributionists for sure, youth symbolically living to do it over but scale it better. Everyday politics practiced by young and old in useless anger, bruising rhetoric, forcibly asserted.
Public obligations shape who youth are, a late phase of withdrawal from a deadlock in eerie nuance with our future attributes.
121: A friend writes, assurance from dharma augments the very sport of being. Then again human beings attempt
to reproach general evil & vile absence : I am & most men & women are not that bad, not that adulterated
If we reckon our being accelerating just pleasures, & ok —
straight, rank feeling has a point & I see how others see it.
Count your own abusive blessings, bevel-ers.
I may count on my thoughts, not others whose eyes seem false —
I think it good I maintain who I am.
to reproach general evil & vile absence : I am & most men & women are not that bad, not that adulterated
If we reckon our being accelerating just pleasures, & ok —
straight, rank feeling has a point & I see how others see it.
Count your own abusive blessings, bevel-ers.
I may count on my thoughts, not others whose eyes seem false —
I think it good I maintain who I am.
No foes, no spite —
Sing: Pigeons pattern heaven where detachment cut back! Getting
Back there uproots a retro series, exalted then stiffened into parody..
Reminding my love of a few contingencies we picked up from a tray
Of bright boomerangs that tantalize in what’s feasible, wanting nil and showing
What go around and come around, left to their own desires and systems.
Sing: Pigeons pattern heaven where detachment cut back! Getting
Back there uproots a retro series, exalted then stiffened into parody..
Reminding my love of a few contingencies we picked up from a tray
Of bright boomerangs that tantalize in what’s feasible, wanting nil and showing
What go around and come around, left to their own desires and systems.
12/29/22
As luck has it, sections of Alien Tatters (2000), a pre-nine-eleven work, are prescient or more recognizably urgent after: Then the top comes off of terror. You age. All the same pictures in everyone’s possible. They stir up the common in search, not to find but to wait. Images are waiting. Sentences are narrowing. Clark Coolidge tapers and tightens sentences to embrace “self-hung trouble” — “I know it looks like I’m not sure of anything,” not sure of monkeyman and his music / poetry that “kept turning me, the one with the three reasons sealed in a pod.” As luck has three reasons or meanings, when Coolidge observes, “..don’t want to see Abe lit...” does Coolidge include one possible meaning spurning the modernist Japanese novel? it would seem so, “House is brain, remember.” How do you like your dimensions? “What are your answers, pendulums?” Paragraphs of sentences. Sentences of captions to the late skyward paintings of Phillip Guston’s: [...]I’ve doffed my alarming with plugs and caps, And this’ll water your eyes. I don’t see saucers, I see servants. Or By that time the tower was broadcasting nothing but shrapnel. How could you bow down? But how does meat dream? Notice how they tend to keep the cows toward the center? [...] Five expansive pieces, the longest, the title poem in fifty parts, and a brief afterword in which Coolidge owns up to a “fascination” with UFOs. “ ..I was calling out to them [...] You guys listening?”
The grounds for guesswork know what regulation is.
If we’re lucky, Euro notes guide our larger theory of commitments.
Like pounds they bear full imagery, shiny 16th- and 18th-century ideals.
Debts improve wasted sunshine through enticed labor.
Don’t plan on debt-free development.
Finish a stretch and economic clouds get confused. Confused as
A rusted barge dries in sun orange. Or
Danzig is the Wallace Stevens of evil urban clusters..
Ok, these grounds are not in Danzig, exclusively. Proven
True or not.
But theory is something else.
If we’re lucky, Euro notes guide our larger theory of commitments.
Like pounds they bear full imagery, shiny 16th- and 18th-century ideals.
Debts improve wasted sunshine through enticed labor.
Don’t plan on debt-free development.
Finish a stretch and economic clouds get confused. Confused as
A rusted barge dries in sun orange. Or
Danzig is the Wallace Stevens of evil urban clusters..
Ok, these grounds are not in Danzig, exclusively. Proven
True or not.
But theory is something else.
19: Innocence evokes late afternoon devouring day, burning like a lion’s hummingbird when lions could play with fire — or even phoenixes plucking keen teeth from a tiger’s jaw if allowed.
Taping together both your hands..
Adding grease-pencil trompe l’oeil anywhere. Please.
Innocence attracts 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, long lived, you’ve all gone wrong. I forbid it but I know you’re happy.
Taping together both your hands..
Adding grease-pencil trompe l’oeil anywhere. Please.
Innocence attracts 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, long lived, you’ve all gone wrong. I forbid it but I know you’re happy.
My love as a fever costume, inky as hell on opium.
Back I said, a piece of non-advice.
Hell, like innocence, wrongly revealed, concerns ethics, not intent.
Adoration had had a lilac scent. Still has.
Reputations get worse preceding character, even when an act of apprehension remains
Deferential. One fifth of my survey turns up marriages within conditions in such unreasoning reprieve.
Who will advocate toward peace, for the tranquil
To empower mergers & exchange?
Back I said, a piece of non-advice.
Hell, like innocence, wrongly revealed, concerns ethics, not intent.
Adoration had had a lilac scent. Still has.
Reputations get worse preceding character, even when an act of apprehension remains
Deferential. One fifth of my survey turns up marriages within conditions in such unreasoning reprieve.
Who will advocate toward peace, for the tranquil
To empower mergers & exchange?
12/28/22
49: Let me hold you ... or better not, I’m a defect in future law before and against your time.
If ever that time comes within my own knowledge, know, I’ll know
love is no more, no less the thing it was...
and no cause alleged.
I raise my hand now, called to, on your part
when you scarcely greet me as we pass.
That’s how with all due respect works in both our times.
If ever that time comes within my own knowledge, know, I’ll know
love is no more, no less the thing it was...
and no cause alleged.
I raise my hand now, called to, on your part
when you scarcely greet me as we pass.
That’s how with all due respect works in both our times.
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.
We just saw (a few feet minutes from now)
your address changed. We could have done it differently before
you discovered our abuser charts; the parent company was yours before you took over.
You’re not going to be delirious, meow, are you?
Just for a now... good for you
taking me from sleep where I rewrite chain letters you refuse to answer...
Good for you!
your address changed. We could have done it differently before
you discovered our abuser charts; the parent company was yours before you took over.
You’re not going to be delirious, meow, are you?
Just for a now... good for you
taking me from sleep where I rewrite chain letters you refuse to answer...
Good for you!
12/27/22
1 enclosure with no pulpit, without dogma...
breezeways to enter then exit with self sponsorships
spreading out in willful overloads of language design —
Skilled decor de-simplified as notional contracts
in contretemps between science and who knew?
ironic technologies without precedent —
Surely even as there is a corporate hold across manners
and adaptations, there’ll be curricula restraining praxis
and workbooks in hermetic syntax.
Nice beachfront but there are fewer
and fewer bonds with semiotics doubting itself (if only a little) —
it seems immaterial — immaterial, 1 of those 2-headed enigmas :
nothing much and — hey! — metaphysics.
An eerie self-eating metamorphosis.
breezeways to enter then exit with self sponsorships
spreading out in willful overloads of language design —
Skilled decor de-simplified as notional contracts
in contretemps between science and who knew?
ironic technologies without precedent —
Surely even as there is a corporate hold across manners
and adaptations, there’ll be curricula restraining praxis
and workbooks in hermetic syntax.
Nice beachfront but there are fewer
and fewer bonds with semiotics doubting itself (if only a little) —
it seems immaterial — immaterial, 1 of those 2-headed enigmas :
nothing much and — hey! — metaphysics.
An eerie self-eating metamorphosis.
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 apps, 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 apps, 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.
No one would presume elements were strung together out of desperation and a deeply
ingrained exposition to de-mark the unknown. Much as technology funds science, random
sentiment attaches to most liberal singularities.
Compassion goes into theorems.
Maybe I can talk to your teachers. I can debate with them.
I can’t reason with you. I can’t even talk to you. No one’s there. While others don’t hear clearly
when one’s “voice” joins others’ to deepen ultimately anonymous expressions of empathy.
ingrained exposition to de-mark the unknown. Much as technology funds science, random
sentiment attaches to most liberal singularities.
Compassion goes into theorems.
Maybe I can talk to your teachers. I can debate with them.
I can’t reason with you. I can’t even talk to you. No one’s there. While others don’t hear clearly
when one’s “voice” joins others’ to deepen ultimately anonymous expressions of empathy.
12/26/22
I’ll do what I can. It wears on me.
Smothered abstractions take time. Another day, slim odds. Almost hopeless, yet different jokes turn over in sleep, dreams that forgive me for killing the moment. Paranoia’s audition comes up if I let go assuming no authority.
Evasion tho provides a lanced style, state-of-art restraint — clinics closing gets unexaggerated.
Take it for one day and the next to recover losses mid-grin.
Smothered abstractions take time. Another day, slim odds. Almost hopeless, yet different jokes turn over in sleep, dreams that forgive me for killing the moment. Paranoia’s audition comes up if I let go assuming no authority.
Evasion tho provides a lanced style, state-of-art restraint — clinics closing gets unexaggerated.
Take it for one day and the next to recover losses mid-grin.
Oh domestic mentor, poet, heck or hack, oh chanteuse —
I am your doorsill to walk on and grin at in anguish..
Open up —
Textual anarchy can muddy
The crisis now. Catch your falling voice.
Form is no object but holds keys to hooded practices and activity — experience — your getting to turn channels, keeping your pulse — wailing it out to a tunnel .. ..
I am your doorsill to walk on and grin at in anguish..
Open up —
Textual anarchy can muddy
The crisis now. Catch your falling voice.
Form is no object but holds keys to hooded practices and activity — experience — your getting to turn channels, keeping your pulse — wailing it out to a tunnel .. ..
62: No account surmounts heaven where detachment finds a natural pool for leg worship. Swimming here uproots the whole time-out, bright, tanned & then sympathetic parody.
We have functional emotions, I think, grounded by that love of yours & this choppy lexicon of worthy affects. There’s a pity falsetto, too. Shields are up. I’m reading the last place you feel true, here, in thru my heart. The last place I read you, stay with you. I’ll never stop.
We have functional emotions, I think, grounded by that love of yours & this choppy lexicon of worthy affects. There’s a pity falsetto, too. Shields are up. I’m reading the last place you feel true, here, in thru my heart. The last place I read you, stay with you. I’ll never stop.
12/25/22
A gentle love’s spilling bourbon over my a-line, all thumbs to keep our game up & running. Likewise I’ll write about it. As poet / jewel thief wearing a dress, I might think it profitable to string my sentences together just like paste rubies & artificial pearls deliberately mismatched as in the déshabillé of John Waters’ suburban flats, adroitly inexpensive & passé. Each sentence would go on to shine in gloom as ends won’t match up with beginnings, not quite, each sparkle dulled into an afterthought containing falsehoods but cinched by faintly plausible, recognizable style — sparkle double-dulled-down as I drape my next dress over bowls of Chesapeake crabs & rat traps, a near accident or an accident-in-the-making.
You and I will lighten free speech, replacing ideas with clean-dirty order that rules free speech, a kind of stripping down to the over-exposed stems of aroma-exoticism and quote-end-quote unspeaking.
First, I’m making myself into more of a slowpoke when it comes to power demos and transcendence; I’m not doing any penance over you. I’ll stay free of pergutory-hell, olfactory-wise, swallowing hard.
The complexity for me is engineered simplicity, simplyifying both a right and last requirement to collapse the upper boundaries.
I know this, at least I know I see what I mean. Why drive me to a new place where they cook something imbecilic? wasting time at what could be our last lunch, pour coke over the glass table.. because you can’t live.. or feel the buzz in the clock...
First, I’m making myself into more of a slowpoke when it comes to power demos and transcendence; I’m not doing any penance over you. I’ll stay free of pergutory-hell, olfactory-wise, swallowing hard.
The complexity for me is engineered simplicity, simplyifying both a right and last requirement to collapse the upper boundaries.
I know this, at least I know I see what I mean. Why drive me to a new place where they cook something imbecilic? wasting time at what could be our last lunch, pour coke over the glass table.. because you can’t live.. or feel the buzz in the clock...
141: Heart to heart:
I’m dating other members while we go thru systems — I love you
thru my eyes.
Our speech acts and faux pas aside, in spite of foolish tunes, no pain, no taste, there’s always
desire.. it’s self-invited within faith. It’s inside us like sin. We’ve gone
over this. But I’m dissuaded of less tender feelings by you alone.
And most of your views look great in text — I promised my five senses, as your proud heart’s slave ...
Thus far — my gain — I am yours, unswayed by slaphappy-proof likenesses to-be, I love you
pleased, delighted, you only.
I’m dating other members while we go thru systems — I love you
thru my eyes.
Our speech acts and faux pas aside, in spite of foolish tunes, no pain, no taste, there’s always
desire.. it’s self-invited within faith. It’s inside us like sin. We’ve gone
over this. But I’m dissuaded of less tender feelings by you alone.
And most of your views look great in text — I promised my five senses, as your proud heart’s slave ...
Thus far — my gain — I am yours, unswayed by slaphappy-proof likenesses to-be, I love you
pleased, delighted, you only.
12/24/22
All this time Buddha and Buddhists are different things.
Knower and the known in physics, all branches, all matter —
an open-miked state of big joy, electrons.
They’ll have us over when life and death crack some heads on ethics...
Further: If poetics is a democracy, evasion in poetics is subject to scrutiny.
Don’t get me wrong I think free speech is nominal, so there’s freedom to evade. If not speech, evasion is a speech act. I’m for it and against impingement unless it hurts a friend (that’s down). What’s it? There’s no workaround to the observer influencing the observed except later, much later.
End quote.
Knower and the known in physics, all branches, all matter —
an open-miked state of big joy, electrons.
They’ll have us over when life and death crack some heads on ethics...
Further: If poetics is a democracy, evasion in poetics is subject to scrutiny.
Don’t get me wrong I think free speech is nominal, so there’s freedom to evade. If not speech, evasion is a speech act. I’m for it and against impingement unless it hurts a friend (that’s down). What’s it? There’s no workaround to the observer influencing the observed except later, much later.
End quote.
138: I admit I’m old.
I knew what I always need, feeling flattered you think me young!
I knew which subtleties are made of truth,
how pre-December persists in others, even you..
It’s known you lie, not to mention your subtleties, marketing
pizzaz, “Up and running”
simple true-false-speaking seeming we can trust
— even in the new year you follow love’s best habits
sweetly, obviously culled..
(away...my days are past the best)
Invitation only.
I knew what I always need, feeling flattered you think me young!
I knew which subtleties are made of truth,
how pre-December persists in others, even you..
It’s known you lie, not to mention your subtleties, marketing
pizzaz, “Up and running”
simple true-false-speaking seeming we can trust
— even in the new year you follow love’s best habits
sweetly, obviously culled..
(away...my days are past the best)
Invitation only.
Ringing again — a prism on top where you can point to the horizon that’s both magnified and revilingly askew. If you admit you rejoice in tricky intersections you’ll have to skip lunch. I told you not to watch.
I should be collaborating, writing this down.
I’m seated back in my studio, dressed in un-despairing perceptions (and reading) of what won’t be contained — o Swami, nothing to discredit nor disbelieve.
I should be collaborating, writing this down.
I’m seated back in my studio, dressed in un-despairing perceptions (and reading) of what won’t be contained — o Swami, nothing to discredit nor disbelieve.
12/23/22
Since we gave up on poetry, singalong has vaulted to the top. Leaving office has a double meaning to off-center the filing (filtering) system and other singularities I’ve kept versed in for awhile. We have no limits to affirm any retractions, feeding our reliance on illumined work, wobbly pleasures, dire plans and, this most generalized I guess, burningly turning back, looking on while the songs end.
Holidays again. A violet mist.
This is prison.
(You have the evidence. Ugh!)
Losers = worshippers of their detractors.
Heaven is in our hearts with an egg drop of credos and documents,
From which large scale dull instruments get tossed.
We drink to our mistakes.
I swear while we continue and travel further
Even as soiled oceans rewild deserts
All our props are dextrose contingent.
Or I was
Wondering about invention of the planets, sympathizing
With a numbers guru also a director here — one of them.
Often that’s a normal baritone and determinative section to sing:
Spencerian, stranded leaving war to the professionals.
This is prison.
(You have the evidence. Ugh!)
Losers = worshippers of their detractors.
Heaven is in our hearts with an egg drop of credos and documents,
From which large scale dull instruments get tossed.
We drink to our mistakes.
I swear while we continue and travel further
Even as soiled oceans rewild deserts
All our props are dextrose contingent.
Or I was
Wondering about invention of the planets, sympathizing
With a numbers guru also a director here — one of them.
Often that’s a normal baritone and determinative section to sing:
Spencerian, stranded leaving war to the professionals.
Sonnet 38:
Damn, can’t complain, when my muse
left we had a subject..
Or next to nothing, also a barred finch
flew off, raving — you took notes on wet bubbles just the same —
To invent peruses the here and now / takes in um — ?
— everything is the right answer —
You once came up with this argument, a new sweetheart deal
— breathing now, your voice pours over 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..
Or next to nothing, also a barred finch
flew off, raving — you took notes on wet bubbles just the same —
To invent peruses the here and now / takes in um — ?
— everything is the right answer —
You once came up with this argument, a new sweetheart deal
— breathing now, your voice pours over my verse!
And you give out light outliving you and you and me
rehearsing, calling us, bringing thanks to you.
12/22/22
No pressure, just a breather, but not while eating.
The show was called; the rain spat. (I'm sorry al fresco’s so wet.)
Yes. My voice tended toward stridency, an unfortunate strain.
The music took off about here. 1st smelt womanly along abandoned quays but now looking sharp with canals and minimalist carvings.
We viewed them before the high brutalism of fine dining (Otto Dix).
A violinist, hesitant but banging it out better tonight. This starts our cuisine engines mid-grin.
Tho evasion foregrounds our coerced motives so we can sink in then.
The show was called; the rain spat. (I'm sorry al fresco’s so wet.)
Yes. My voice tended toward stridency, an unfortunate strain.
The music took off about here. 1st smelt womanly along abandoned quays but now looking sharp with canals and minimalist carvings.
We viewed them before the high brutalism of fine dining (Otto Dix).
A violinist, hesitant but banging it out better tonight. This starts our cuisine engines mid-grin.
Tho evasion foregrounds our coerced motives so we can sink in then.
110: What are resonators for but to effect command of offenses we’re uncertain of or we sold cheap. There’s nothing but affection left, our best of love. Love’s confinement a desperate measure, and it’s true in reckless hands, yet for partners there’s depth to surface and mostly un-despairing perceptions (grinding teeth, to speak of…) of what won’t be contained between us. All of the above.
Levitation in words has to be modulated. (The levitators wanted this.) Modulated is like coming out to play, sampling indecisiveness, the masked hostility of our verbal environment and backing it up with inexact beats, multiplying love of what we were doing before the procedural took hold.
Then we go off a notch keeping our eyes shut.
I miss you doesn’t change anything. I want you happy but be on time for signing our sublet pledge.
Then we go off a notch keeping our eyes shut.
I miss you doesn’t change anything. I want you happy but be on time for signing our sublet pledge.
12/21/22
It didn’t happen. I’m glad you’re here.
Capitalism never hesitates feeding acid to the innocent then addicting them through continuous discretion. It follows that each victim goes broke, sighing take me, kill me freely halfway through the change. O outer knee —
A Deux Magots adaptation:
Windmill robots embrace the free market, it was announced in a penetrating tone.
Neither dead or alive, a windmill robot in your imagination has a request,
“to express things ... as they are when you see them without remembering having looked at them.” It’s an infinite standard for an emergency lexis until who can say?
Capitalism never hesitates feeding acid to the innocent then addicting them through continuous discretion. It follows that each victim goes broke, sighing take me, kill me freely halfway through the change. O outer knee —
A Deux Magots adaptation:
Windmill robots embrace the free market, it was announced in a penetrating tone.
Neither dead or alive, a windmill robot in your imagination has a request,
“to express things ... as they are when you see them without remembering having looked at them.” It’s an infinite standard for an emergency lexis until who can say?
Landscape: Driving over taking stock of action figures.
What’s my business? The apertures told me to spin off, and that led to my holding
all these amusing volatility models from T.V., vocalism in a sense.
The point ahead is to enable the passing tourney among seductive locals
to nuance hidden risks shifting weight (merging accounts request).
Modern proceedings like these day after day, not stopping, not finishing
What’s my business? The apertures told me to spin off, and that led to my holding
all these amusing volatility models from T.V., vocalism in a sense.
The point ahead is to enable the passing tourney among seductive locals
to nuance hidden risks shifting weight (merging accounts request).
Modern proceedings like these day after day, not stopping, not finishing
97: Before apologizing, pre pre-winter was fantastic, like late summer for wanton beginners,
a civilizing pleasure messing up eternal categories, removed by you.
Your absence now finds me in this waiting room (decoherence), sharing libations that support how I keep searching my introversion.
& speaking of the pure land, it’s freezing. Barely recognize the place.
Let’s see what we have at the top of the poetry game.
There you go again. Tax and spend. Death panels. Lyin’ Hillary. Toxic concepts infuse social ideology and organize perception. Political samples direct voter behavior.
Joe is sleepy-crazy. Play along or rue it.
You guys go ahead.
I’m going to take my inside voice and ...and turn around and walk this way.
Outdoors I pledge you a wholly hidden idiom of renderings, highlighting themes out-of-focus, left to twist in the leafy apolitical acreage.
Director’s cut.
12/20/22
See, is it a pigeon?
It’s a true albino!
Incandescent, I was thinking. It’s hard to pick up ornithology or disconnective meanings of jazz composition — also, a table for the counters of instinct and learning in the shortness of thought. Then there is objurgating.
As I’m happiest procrastinating when stairwells mesh and go nowhere between you and expulsion, for the hole in my cohesion is closed.
Turn here, there’s efficacy in speaking clearly, gesturing, submitting to your own perks.
It’s a true albino!
Incandescent, I was thinking. It’s hard to pick up ornithology or disconnective meanings of jazz composition — also, a table for the counters of instinct and learning in the shortness of thought. Then there is objurgating.
As I’m happiest procrastinating when stairwells mesh and go nowhere between you and expulsion, for the hole in my cohesion is closed.
Turn here, there’s efficacy in speaking clearly, gesturing, submitting to your own perks.
2: We never come across deep trenches in your beauty here. Not 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, going well into your eyes, and through your eyes, the viewer’s glass.
There are proud motions throughout — answering to your sunken gaze. Warm and cold pride climb down a first, second, third hill. Falling lower — a lusty mainstream-underground
of units of successors proceeding, then, looking craven — we — some of us — avoid them. Of small worth. When asked, will
you recover some of mine? Renew my worth? how much? First, let’s renew
our blood and warmth, 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, going well into your eyes, and through your eyes, the viewer’s glass.
There are proud motions throughout — answering to your sunken gaze. Warm and cold pride climb down a first, second, third hill. Falling lower — a lusty mainstream-underground
of units of successors proceeding, then, looking craven — we — some of us — avoid them. Of small worth. When asked, will
you recover some of mine? Renew my worth? how much? First, let’s renew
our blood and warmth, summed up in fair use
remembering pleasures of the eyes! neck! and chest!
Yes there..
I sleep all night, chastened by my agenda. Like everyone else I’ve got business waiting and I guess new places to run over. Tender sprouts green and with sweat, sill alive, pierced to the root by tamarisk and peyote flowers at table, ample liquor and song. The sweetness outside not wavering in rain to any rational depth, I’ve got bed then business waiting in my crosshairs.
12/19/22
I could live next to a place with water views. I would continue feeling deprived per diem.
Like smuggling triplets, ocean sniffing is never private, I gasp before the beach driving home. High tide a big data glob crashing to earth.. on the armchair that night after the super moon — diodes in crimson, finding a soft spot for another fluke look-see next door.
I watch a dying beach in a long line magnified ashore, ironically revived!
Like smuggling triplets, ocean sniffing is never private, I gasp before the beach driving home. High tide a big data glob crashing to earth.. on the armchair that night after the super moon — diodes in crimson, finding a soft spot for another fluke look-see next door.
I watch a dying beach in a long line magnified ashore, ironically revived!
123: Lament — I defy you and your truth —
I trust only the lasting timetables born of our desire. Nothing novel. Nothing strange.
Our continual haste, our poor retention, our briefer dates give me the butterflies and more butterflies chasing more —
as 10 to the 10th more wind up as polygamists barnstorming thru
a winging-it hemisphere where I can never forget you. Not you!
I trust only the lasting timetables born of our desire. Nothing novel. Nothing strange.
Our continual haste, our poor retention, our briefer dates give me the butterflies and more butterflies chasing more —
as 10 to the 10th more wind up as polygamists barnstorming thru
a winging-it hemisphere where I can never forget you. Not you!
12/18/22
Ted Greenwald
3
Cuneiform 2008
Here are the bizarre details, page 25, second stanza (of two).
Is it Peggy or Sue
I think I love you
Looking worldlessness
Remind me what's your name
Four ideas capture crucial goings-on in one’s pleasant complacency of clichéd language upended, in this case, by the deliberate problematizing of early rock ’n roll iconography, splitting chaste Peggy Sue in two — there is the shameless rhyming of Sue with the next line also ripped from an early r ’n r songbook as is the last line; and there’s the masterfully silly statement that spins our entire cultural orientation on its heels, forcing speculation the unstably-named Peggy, Sue or, in fact, Peggy Sue is not only worldless but stuck in the eerie, pathetic State of The Worldless.
Welcome back.
And if you think page 25 is a lucky pick, turn to page 27, second stanza (of two).
Going to make a difference
Greens, cooling off
Projectile confidence
With birdsong
The first line is again boilerplate, a bloated participial (or gerundive) phrase uttered millions of times an hour; the second line, culinary description or acute art speak — either way greens are consonant with the brash birdsong in the fourth line. Once more, that odd Line 3 rips the ‘scene’ open, pitching its payload our way. It’s not always so obvious that the third line re-orders each stanza, but frequently this is what happens, supporting one interpretation of the title 3. More satisfying is Ron Padgett’s idea, blurbing that 3 “takes the mind in at least three different directions simultaneously...”
Another basis for the title is that the collection has three parts. Poems cited above are from “Going Into School That Day,” pieces whose lengths alternate between eight lines on right pages and 14 lines on left pages, and which borrow “words of self-described redemption spoken by the late Salvador Agron,” as Greenwald explains on his copyright page. (Agron was a gang member who killed two teenagers in Hell’s Kitchen.) The two following sections contain pieces of parallel discourse strategy in different formats, “Anyway” with six-line verses, “Dawn On” with poems of 27 lines each. The language in the later sections is as watchful (“Looking”) for the everyday and as defiantly juxtaposed as that in the first section. Here are opening lines to the first poem in “Dawn On.”
Dawn on
As, iffy
Be so kind, looks on
The clear light Friendlies
Embody the money, short for
Inscribe on to forever iris inside clasp
Suggestions unhinge putting something on if
Embody the body all on about
Suggestions unhinge iris inside clasp...
The longer pieces in “Dawn On” allow Greenwald to battle with a sweep of communally mediated ironies, such as “clear light Friendlies,” and pivotal thought experiments engaging repetitions in language and implosions in meaning as with the shifts in the verbs embody, unhinge. This first poem continues such repetitions, doing it blithely, “bubble,” “happily,” “light,” “live,” and this: “Love most about muse excuse / Come across, bait and switch ... Come across muse excuse..." These experiments are not over and may never get resolved, a State of The Worldless that Greenwald nevertheless kisses if not marries, since it’s all of a projectile, a “fussball bubble / Nod happily feet many language.” The invite is out there, according to Greenwald, “The clear light looks on..."
3
Cuneiform 2008
Here are the bizarre details, page 25, second stanza (of two).
Is it Peggy or Sue
I think I love you
Looking worldlessness
Remind me what's your name
Four ideas capture crucial goings-on in one’s pleasant complacency of clichéd language upended, in this case, by the deliberate problematizing of early rock ’n roll iconography, splitting chaste Peggy Sue in two — there is the shameless rhyming of Sue with the next line also ripped from an early r ’n r songbook as is the last line; and there’s the masterfully silly statement that spins our entire cultural orientation on its heels, forcing speculation the unstably-named Peggy, Sue or, in fact, Peggy Sue is not only worldless but stuck in the eerie, pathetic State of The Worldless.
Welcome back.
And if you think page 25 is a lucky pick, turn to page 27, second stanza (of two).
Going to make a difference
Greens, cooling off
Projectile confidence
With birdsong
The first line is again boilerplate, a bloated participial (or gerundive) phrase uttered millions of times an hour; the second line, culinary description or acute art speak — either way greens are consonant with the brash birdsong in the fourth line. Once more, that odd Line 3 rips the ‘scene’ open, pitching its payload our way. It’s not always so obvious that the third line re-orders each stanza, but frequently this is what happens, supporting one interpretation of the title 3. More satisfying is Ron Padgett’s idea, blurbing that 3 “takes the mind in at least three different directions simultaneously...”
Another basis for the title is that the collection has three parts. Poems cited above are from “Going Into School That Day,” pieces whose lengths alternate between eight lines on right pages and 14 lines on left pages, and which borrow “words of self-described redemption spoken by the late Salvador Agron,” as Greenwald explains on his copyright page. (Agron was a gang member who killed two teenagers in Hell’s Kitchen.) The two following sections contain pieces of parallel discourse strategy in different formats, “Anyway” with six-line verses, “Dawn On” with poems of 27 lines each. The language in the later sections is as watchful (“Looking”) for the everyday and as defiantly juxtaposed as that in the first section. Here are opening lines to the first poem in “Dawn On.”
Dawn on
As, iffy
Be so kind, looks on
The clear light Friendlies
Embody the money, short for
Inscribe on to forever iris inside clasp
Suggestions unhinge putting something on if
Embody the body all on about
Suggestions unhinge iris inside clasp...
The longer pieces in “Dawn On” allow Greenwald to battle with a sweep of communally mediated ironies, such as “clear light Friendlies,” and pivotal thought experiments engaging repetitions in language and implosions in meaning as with the shifts in the verbs embody, unhinge. This first poem continues such repetitions, doing it blithely, “bubble,” “happily,” “light,” “live,” and this: “Love most about muse excuse / Come across, bait and switch ... Come across muse excuse..." These experiments are not over and may never get resolved, a State of The Worldless that Greenwald nevertheless kisses if not marries, since it’s all of a projectile, a “fussball bubble / Nod happily feet many language.” The invite is out there, according to Greenwald, “The clear light looks on..."
Ah, you’re driving me to a convenience stop — hints I don’t care.
Push-pull can be effortless if I tell you how we’re doing. Force the window.
There’s a piece of karate, a fragile backspace we erase, open it to how
turbulence wakes... and your eyelids more active, blinking. A sign your
push reaches a pull where time management is good hearted, unleashed.
I’m just commenting on efficacy in speaking clearly, knitting your brow.
Push-pull can be effortless if I tell you how we’re doing. Force the window.
There’s a piece of karate, a fragile backspace we erase, open it to how
turbulence wakes... and your eyelids more active, blinking. A sign your
push reaches a pull where time management is good hearted, unleashed.
I’m just commenting on efficacy in speaking clearly, knitting your brow.
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.
Tarantulas of steel squeeze under the door, isolated by
an obsession coming on, coming right in. There we go, holist.
Theory-and-forth..
Theory is the place you and I detect the language driver, a feeling you’ve won, untidy and young, accomplished and loathed despite a basal rule of no feeling without permission.
Our tarantulas grow mute in dim light over and over —
burbling with a kill-agenda tickled into decisions, aching to blather.
an obsession coming on, coming right in. There we go, holist.
Theory-and-forth..
Theory is the place you and I detect the language driver, a feeling you’ve won, untidy and young, accomplished and loathed despite a basal rule of no feeling without permission.
Our tarantulas grow mute in dim light over and over —
burbling with a kill-agenda tickled into decisions, aching to blather.
12/17/22
The sun maybe
Burning you, other brilliant dislocations expected, TBA. Alternate forms go
Beyond predicates fixated on loud procedures
But in their case they look into a giddy surfeit of space..
A sumptuous, soilless bond,
Angels — a happy title..
*
Maybe it’s only words, assembly, to quote you.
They are absolute culminators, without our enzymes.
Burning you, other brilliant dislocations expected, TBA. Alternate forms go
Beyond predicates fixated on loud procedures
But in their case they look into a giddy surfeit of space..
A sumptuous, soilless bond,
Angels — a happy title..
*
Maybe it’s only words, assembly, to quote you.
They are absolute culminators, without our enzymes.
Have we no will, no interest to shed our platform ambiguity?
Rationed atheism has long been a main event. High sectarian payments find a handy balance (organ music), ceiling arches in steam and rush-formatted white ‘sky’ disappearing in compatible multiplicities (plainsong for copulation). Late afternoon to others.
Rationed atheism has long been a main event. High sectarian payments find a handy balance (organ music), ceiling arches in steam and rush-formatted white ‘sky’ disappearing in compatible multiplicities (plainsong for copulation). Late afternoon to others.
48: One only care, a trifle..
Save where you aren’t / tho I feel you are. Careful now..
Your ams tho a treasure you 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 a true prize: our pleasure
Outlasts grief over how we come and part
Save where you aren’t / tho I feel you are. Careful now..
Your ams tho a treasure you 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 a true prize: our pleasure
Outlasts grief over how we come and part
Rhapsodic justice is made to look cautionary. It’s easier to have a set of spring-summer rants ready than break our rules and brag too much, too enormous a bliss.
By caution as usual we mean caution to the core.
Discourse in a hammock, waiting for you to come nearer. Caution preserves protective access
to the core. The net equation can be reduced to healing power = unhealthy options = smoking, on fire.
By caution as usual we mean caution to the core.
Discourse in a hammock, waiting for you to come nearer. Caution preserves protective access
to the core. The net equation can be reduced to healing power = unhealthy options = smoking, on fire.
12/16/22
The move-your-ass comment — I meant smell the juniper within a philosophy (moving spatial dimensions)
& (look inside!) a few hours forward!
Dispatched for
chaos
yet
subjects of desire in another sense, an echo
understanding from Q & A’s in visible
almost august light.
Minimalist
& suddenly just theory
awing in a wolf’s regime ..
There’s brush
fire aimed at mosquitos — shot
through the throat, asking too much ..
& (look inside!) a few hours forward!
Dispatched for
chaos
yet
subjects of desire in another sense, an echo
understanding from Q & A’s in visible
almost august light.
Minimalist
& suddenly just theory
awing in a wolf’s regime ..
There’s brush
fire aimed at mosquitos — shot
through the throat, asking too much ..
Madam poet reads her singable pieces uninflectedly,
a dissonance that plays to mock solemnity (“sing me, song”)
and tuneful reproach (“play dough of god”).
Combing through my notes there’s a world of disputes,
Churlish puffins and other problems to shatter the continuity
Of my exploding goofiness over lunch; of course I mean exploring.
There is no circling the rink.
No complaints or sworn declarations,
Nothing frilly and glib,
No closure nor irresolution —
There’s not a single cudgel you can wield;
We’ve lost your name card and your name.
a dissonance that plays to mock solemnity (“sing me, song”)
and tuneful reproach (“play dough of god”).
Combing through my notes there’s a world of disputes,
Churlish puffins and other problems to shatter the continuity
Of my exploding goofiness over lunch; of course I mean exploring.
There is no circling the rink.
No complaints or sworn declarations,
Nothing frilly and glib,
No closure nor irresolution —
There’s not a single cudgel you can wield;
We’ve lost your name card and your name.
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.
12/15/22
Capitalist tactics are sustained innovation in nowhere equivalent to —
Ah
all right.. You sit languidly, the other side of the room, locked in capitalist circumstance.
You like to dwell publicly on crispnesses in whispers in the air. You chill the sorbet and warm the surf insidiously. Your sleep is spoken of in a language recognized by flowers from evolutionary distances.
We’re hankering to choreograph the open air in touch w/ the outside. The sky shaped in squares, bolted w/ blips on simplex-repetitive top layers, tethered for interpretation.
You and I ingest each square as one, at once. Blind tessellation, exhaling while we file phrases compelling investors, scientists to work together.
Ah
all right.. You sit languidly, the other side of the room, locked in capitalist circumstance.
You like to dwell publicly on crispnesses in whispers in the air. You chill the sorbet and warm the surf insidiously. Your sleep is spoken of in a language recognized by flowers from evolutionary distances.
We’re hankering to choreograph the open air in touch w/ the outside. The sky shaped in squares, bolted w/ blips on simplex-repetitive top layers, tethered for interpretation.
You and I ingest each square as one, at once. Blind tessellation, exhaling while we file phrases compelling investors, scientists to work together.
Winter. What do we know? We have functional emotions and this much-traveled vocabulary of affects.
To learn something about what you mean is to let high jinks belie despair over entropy.
Make falling apart counterfactual.
Make my mind avoid bohemia.
Recover the masterpiece.
Destroy and smooth feeling. Bad or worse.
Imitate killing seeing
the system.
To learn something about what you mean is to let high jinks belie despair over entropy.
Make falling apart counterfactual.
Make my mind avoid bohemia.
Recover the masterpiece.
Destroy and smooth feeling. Bad or worse.
Imitate killing seeing
the system.
Sonnet 86:
The future reaches full sail, bound for higher intelligence, prized above a ‘mortal’ pitch. It’s teaching us to surprise ourselves and grow up, that is, write estimates of verse.
I thought of you giving us cohorts sweet aid, other fair gifts.. Astonished, we see our pride flies away along with others’. Out of control dreams work around a crowd of familiars whom we teach to write.
Once our brains ripen, we won’t concede — neither to calm of victory nor to fear. At night, tho, I lack a precious affable character beyond my mortal self.. both that and a familiar’s ghost-morality strike me as too precious then — like enfeeblement, non-growth, like death, like filling this line.
The future reaches full sail, bound for higher intelligence, prized above a ‘mortal’ pitch. It’s teaching us to surprise ourselves and grow up, that is, write estimates of verse.
I thought of you giving us cohorts sweet aid, other fair gifts.. Astonished, we see our pride flies away along with others’. Out of control dreams work around a crowd of familiars whom we teach to write.
Once our brains ripen, we won’t concede — neither to calm of victory nor to fear. At night, tho, I lack a precious affable character beyond my mortal self.. both that and a familiar’s ghost-morality strike me as too precious then — like enfeeblement, non-growth, like death, like filling this line.
Rhetoric like this often dies off.
Came from outer space; was well radicalized before it got here.
Freer speech in every direction — your known inclination
for walking strong will accelerate, wild and tranquil,
ruthless in a sense, boundless layers set in funereal trance
tweeting under the bust of the rhetor, a civil, democratic ideal.
No tweeter wants to get ‘under..an ideal.’ Freedom is personal.
And we think it could be worse.
Came from outer space; was well radicalized before it got here.
Freer speech in every direction — your known inclination
for walking strong will accelerate, wild and tranquil,
ruthless in a sense, boundless layers set in funereal trance
tweeting under the bust of the rhetor, a civil, democratic ideal.
No tweeter wants to get ‘under..an ideal.’ Freedom is personal.
And we think it could be worse.
12/14/22
With every rallentando I feel cleaner, more nondenominational than ever
Now a little drunk I look up at elm crocuses fighting odor, climbing the trunk.
It’s air apparent. I feel cleaner with you. Clearer in noble gas and flux. I do.
Molecules will sue
You — they’ll sue us both for our goals and coral glow —
What a snit! Apart from love I am ashamed now
Breaking up with you feels like getting tested for flu ..
You and I in slow, we hope, radon decay
that stays unaffiliated yet torched with prayer.
Now a little drunk I look up at elm crocuses fighting odor, climbing the trunk.
It’s air apparent. I feel cleaner with you. Clearer in noble gas and flux. I do.
Molecules will sue
You — they’ll sue us both for our goals and coral glow —
What a snit! Apart from love I am ashamed now
Breaking up with you feels like getting tested for flu ..
You and I in slow, we hope, radon decay
that stays unaffiliated yet torched with prayer.
Sonnet 86:
The future reaches full sail, bound for higher intelligence, prized above a ‘mortal’ pitch. It’s teaching us to surprise ourselves and grow up, that is, write estimates of verse.
I thought of you giving us cohorts sweet aid, other fair gifts.. Astonished, we see our pride flies away along with others’. Out of control dreams work around a crowd of familiars whom we teach to write.
Once our brains ripen, we won’t concede — neither to calm of victory nor to fear. At night, tho, I lack a precious affable character beyond my mortal self.. both that and a familiar’s ghost-morality strike me as too precious then — like enfeeblement, non-growth, like death, like filling this line.
The future reaches full sail, bound for higher intelligence, prized above a ‘mortal’ pitch. It’s teaching us to surprise ourselves and grow up, that is, write estimates of verse.
I thought of you giving us cohorts sweet aid, other fair gifts.. Astonished, we see our pride flies away along with others’. Out of control dreams work around a crowd of familiars whom we teach to write.
Once our brains ripen, we won’t concede — neither to calm of victory nor to fear. At night, tho, I lack a precious affable character beyond my mortal self.. both that and a familiar’s ghost-morality strike me as too precious then — like enfeeblement, non-growth, like death, like filling this line.
Full employment. Fully refrained.
We like new taps on the shoulder in a way when they leave imprints. How I graduated from this shame, this ceaseless loss of pride
in the going battle between the sexes? (The rich won.)
Can you place our names? Or I’ll trade you. I have a canoe for an alter-ego, asides and decorative indeterminacy. With various hats, I’m reaching out to anticipate mind control as disingenuous.
We like new taps on the shoulder in a way when they leave imprints. How I graduated from this shame, this ceaseless loss of pride
in the going battle between the sexes? (The rich won.)
Can you place our names? Or I’ll trade you. I have a canoe for an alter-ego, asides and decorative indeterminacy. With various hats, I’m reaching out to anticipate mind control as disingenuous.
Full employment. Fully refrained.
We like new taps on the shoulder in a way when they leave imprints. How I graduated from this shame, this ceaseless loss of pride
in the going battle between the sexes? (The rich won.)
Can you place our names? Or I’ll trade you. I have a canoe for an alter-ego, asides and decorative indeterminacy. With various hats, I’m reaching out to anticipate mind control as disingenuous.
We like new taps on the shoulder in a way when they leave imprints. How I graduated from this shame, this ceaseless loss of pride
in the going battle between the sexes? (The rich won.)
Can you place our names? Or I’ll trade you. I have a canoe for an alter-ego, asides and decorative indeterminacy. With various hats, I’m reaching out to anticipate mind control as disingenuous.
12/13/22
There are three courses of action for how I hardened.
Invariably it’s nightfall when I called you Aces. Second,
in a wood some paths were deep descents, big guy,
& looking out, Dr Franklin (you) scorned intuitive leaps
that led some like Watson & Crick to a necessity that’s always
at the beginning as, third, everyone was telling us, what
we’re thinking seems inevitable. Further up there’s fog but it’s nice
...I can’t explain it. We should be home soon, that’s just
an ingathered feeling, near a dry hearth waiting for us
while tabulating our mentions. And what if I am a drifter
responding to a new season of enthusiasms.. could
you still like me, could you vote I liked all this except
for you? & lie down with me anyway & reach through. Pardon
me. Emergency. How? excuse me. Pardon.
Invariably it’s nightfall when I called you Aces. Second,
in a wood some paths were deep descents, big guy,
& looking out, Dr Franklin (you) scorned intuitive leaps
that led some like Watson & Crick to a necessity that’s always
at the beginning as, third, everyone was telling us, what
we’re thinking seems inevitable. Further up there’s fog but it’s nice
...I can’t explain it. We should be home soon, that’s just
an ingathered feeling, near a dry hearth waiting for us
while tabulating our mentions. And what if I am a drifter
responding to a new season of enthusiasms.. could
you still like me, could you vote I liked all this except
for you? & lie down with me anyway & reach through. Pardon
me. Emergency. How? excuse me. Pardon.
From the moon — the world becoming flat and falling across
The telling
(instances of)
Citationality exceeding everyone’s old wounds, genetic
Streaks and — weird! — high wails of titanic fog, sifting down from
Rain on ceilings (of)
The snow. The snowing. The across (falling),
It is (falling) across
Morton Feldman.
The telling
(instances of)
Citationality exceeding everyone’s old wounds, genetic
Streaks and — weird! — high wails of titanic fog, sifting down from
Rain on ceilings (of)
The snow. The snowing. The across (falling),
It is (falling) across
Morton Feldman.
37: ‘Feelings are empty’ .. still / they’re
entitled − here’s where other motifs help.
Despite all our comfort and wealth
I told the boss (after all) he should die in hell,
protecting shareholders from going into hock.
What’s a game emotion? the hang off it.
Nothing month. T’on. The determined shadows ’n
the aft lane, and poor, the despised will have
none of it.
Not a one could bend, even a little. Simply phrased.
Emotionally poets think they know, a few ‘knowing
they have not made a point’ —
Shall I continue to enjoy our dinner
Missing any motifs? Any of yours? Or should I be happy how
people say they’re living to be admired..
..to have a child? And to wish they have..
How people talk?
entitled − here’s where other motifs help.
Despite all our comfort and wealth
I told the boss (after all) he should die in hell,
protecting shareholders from going into hock.
What’s a game emotion? the hang off it.
Nothing month. T’on. The determined shadows ’n
the aft lane, and poor, the despised will have
none of it.
Not a one could bend, even a little. Simply phrased.
Emotionally poets think they know, a few ‘knowing
they have not made a point’ —
Shall I continue to enjoy our dinner
Missing any motifs? Any of yours? Or should I be happy how
people say they’re living to be admired..
..to have a child? And to wish they have..
How people talk?
The focal point of early versions is the entity with many comforts and drills.
Isn’t that a calling?
*
It was at the rational start. I know that. Taking chances put us in a lissome interpretive state (lissome as a turbine at birth). Function varies widely. Scent of lilac is the geyser of zest. Then it plummets into difficulty. Here we are, talking about it.
*
It was at the rational start. I know that. Taking chances put us in a lissome interpretive state (lissome as a turbine at birth). Function varies widely. Scent of lilac is the geyser of zest. Then it plummets into difficulty. Here we are, talking about it.
12/12/22
2 weeks before Xmas. Back to work .. first it’s
Urgent we walk out and get wasted.
The mood then passes from satire to
Constant put-downs you parrot for executive control
— Holding firm in the wilds where decorations will be slowly ignited
“In the slumbering gaze” parallel and be killed, united obliteration, festive, desolating —
Urgent we walk out and get wasted.
The mood then passes from satire to
Constant put-downs you parrot for executive control
— Holding firm in the wilds where decorations will be slowly ignited
“In the slumbering gaze” parallel and be killed, united obliteration, festive, desolating —
I keep my mouth shut & I listen. This is how oof
One escalates with all one’s parts to inhabit received logic.
I’m retracing what I think I see but I’ve fallen behind
For concentrating on blank verse, naming names,
Pushing the most obvious among broken arts
Of self-defiance. Lunatic
Love. My blood type is — or
My drink is — as he shows how
Leaving me laughing under oath.
One escalates with all one’s parts to inhabit received logic.
I’m retracing what I think I see but I’ve fallen behind
For concentrating on blank verse, naming names,
Pushing the most obvious among broken arts
Of self-defiance. Lunatic
Love. My blood type is — or
My drink is — as he shows how
Leaving me laughing under oath.
39: Sing how in your absence, thoughts on love hint of sour leisure, even torment. To live in some deception seemed brilliant manners far back, before today. Thought of that now keeps us divided but pointedly, singly alive.
One difference as you sing — you are the better part of me
holding back — tho I’ll obliquely praise you when praising me.
Divided, we’re the same. We live to entertain others, thinking back to our love. Still. There’s this separation. I dream w/ you alone.. as you sing away from me.
One difference as you sing — you are the better part of me
holding back — tho I’ll obliquely praise you when praising me.
Divided, we’re the same. We live to entertain others, thinking back to our love. Still. There’s this separation. I dream w/ you alone.. as you sing away from me.
A fop sur la route is a Parisian invention, an essentialist’s incarnation.
Steer clearly. Highway safety — bow, I love what we do altogether
Like switching work bags, mixing it up then. We should be mortified, not impressed.
(This siegecraft apparently works.
For a drive, I’ve hired a fop strategist.)
We call that yeah
Parentheses to explore..
Steer clearly. Highway safety — bow, I love what we do altogether
Like switching work bags, mixing it up then. We should be mortified, not impressed.
(This siegecraft apparently works.
For a drive, I’ve hired a fop strategist.)
We call that yeah
Parentheses to explore..
12/11/22
Eurozone class struggle is more and more slippery. Or peach-dreamy. I’m not sure
discourse product pertains. A shrine of axioms certifies wealth and income distribution,
honing you / shaving one into two dimensions on the surface.
I’m socialist by nature, maintaining perspective (the tatemae policy), I pray
while cashing in analytics but I’m alive
(lifting one datum off) to mine parallelisms (partisan gold), no one strain.
Atheism is otherwise the main event at the Hague. Secrets of satire float
free to find an informatics of doors opening (bassoon music) and structured
multiplicities (and an ear for sex).
discourse product pertains. A shrine of axioms certifies wealth and income distribution,
honing you / shaving one into two dimensions on the surface.
I’m socialist by nature, maintaining perspective (the tatemae policy), I pray
while cashing in analytics but I’m alive
(lifting one datum off) to mine parallelisms (partisan gold), no one strain.
Atheism is otherwise the main event at the Hague. Secrets of satire float
free to find an informatics of doors opening (bassoon music) and structured
multiplicities (and an ear for sex).
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, half-buried to our hips.
Our temperature raised the magnitude of repetitions into a shriveling median in the after-life or its meandering dissolution ...
An obtainable conspiracy, altogether, 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, half-buried to our hips.
Our temperature raised the magnitude of repetitions into a shriveling median in the after-life or its meandering dissolution ...
An obtainable conspiracy, altogether, surely no hoax.
18: Allergic to verse? I believe a temperate art is set to make more mistakes, too many rough comparisons to too hot this month or one that’s past. I’ll say, all summer you are more than nature’s change in course, growing, untrimmed — owning the day for every moment — and knowing when to shine, to seethe.
And when you see how hot eternal summer is, you start backing off.. ah
Whew. After, right away we find you trimmed within all fair poetry, an art
as fair, as far and for long as women and men can breathe.
And when you see how hot eternal summer is, you start backing off.. ah
Whew. After, right away we find you trimmed within all fair poetry, an art
as fair, as far and for long as women and men can breathe.
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.
12/10/22
I added frontal motion to those looks of yours that intimidate, m’lord.
Visual surprise comes with an infrequent snow flake or volcano ember
floating at nose level. That’s cool — I’m creamed just for sleeping with you, blackmailed..
wandering into the new wrong theater guild
chopped into little squares of hypnotic drumming
and massive parallel vistas projecting smiles and learning
showing up invisibly. Involuntary. Libido.
Manners of ambiguity?
To buy her lipstick.
Visual surprise comes with an infrequent snow flake or volcano ember
floating at nose level. That’s cool — I’m creamed just for sleeping with you, blackmailed..
wandering into the new wrong theater guild
chopped into little squares of hypnotic drumming
and massive parallel vistas projecting smiles and learning
showing up invisibly. Involuntary. Libido.
Manners of ambiguity?
To buy her lipstick.
Let’s bring it. I agree if
Conditions look upper great — wanting you (I say I do),
Not out of calculation & how far & vast connivance
Take us. I’m holding out.
Daybreak now —
— everybody under lunar waxing
credited to whipsaw. Just a running joke transposed
from the window, licked, healed, eyebrow roughened.
Conditions look upper great — wanting you (I say I do),
Not out of calculation & how far & vast connivance
Take us. I’m holding out.
Daybreak now —
— everybody under lunar waxing
credited to whipsaw. Just a running joke transposed
from the window, licked, healed, eyebrow roughened.
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.
A binary grid decides most perfectionism is out of step
while we roll on...
to provoke our gendered natures. Box 1423. Those organized under capitalism shall shake it off. Binary frames hear this and tap out our next communication, a dissonance born of our trafficking through long alleys of seduction and violence. Oo oo it’s discovered her voice.
to provoke our gendered natures. Box 1423. Those organized under capitalism shall shake it off. Binary frames hear this and tap out our next communication, a dissonance born of our trafficking through long alleys of seduction and violence. Oo oo it’s discovered her voice.
12/9/22
I’m shading my eyes with my right hand.
I step to the water’s edge.
What’s wrong with me.
The you I
tableau-sponged I’m now waving to with my other hand.
After all, the water spackled remotely,
burst. Mangrove gripped in saliva. Anything
to stay pure, immersed. Swimming
synchronized with the bellicose you. I’m slinking back.
I’ll leave you out.
I step to the water’s edge.
What’s wrong with me.
The you I
tableau-sponged I’m now waving to with my other hand.
After all, the water spackled remotely,
burst. Mangrove gripped in saliva. Anything
to stay pure, immersed. Swimming
synchronized with the bellicose you. I’m slinking back.
I’ll leave you out.
Childhood runs out, our taxonomies still
unexplained as temp permits.
...you know what I mean standing here, promoting pap acceptance.. you’re a diva in fact
with nothing to give back, not mad enough, feeling too little.
Feelings, too few.
One by one
wait for it. They
seem more promiscuous than anything not there.
Therefore here.
If we don’t buy this, we’re the product.
unexplained as temp permits.
...you know what I mean standing here, promoting pap acceptance.. you’re a diva in fact
with nothing to give back, not mad enough, feeling too little.
Feelings, too few.
One by one
wait for it. They
seem more promiscuous than anything not there.
Therefore here.
If we don’t buy this, we’re the product.
64: The soul is a belief system, which I have seen defaced.
It increases its store with loss, tho, done in by time’s fell hand,
— the cost of grief & openly, proudly expressing it thru American English.
I hope we can let the language of grief go..
Time will come to take our love away, leaving me breathing, no form —
Structurally I seem sustained only by a lofty hypothetical force —
But I can’t go on without some
interchange — a new episode within your camera-readiness. &
as we walk together, it will make no language difference what we believe,
what the soul is.
I’m just ruminating on having you. Always a slave to you & I fear losing you.
My soul’s inscription reads you’re my state in the eternal state, my business.
It increases its store with loss, tho, done in by time’s fell hand,
— the cost of grief & openly, proudly expressing it thru American English.
I hope we can let the language of grief go..
Time will come to take our love away, leaving me breathing, no form —
Structurally I seem sustained only by a lofty hypothetical force —
But I can’t go on without some
interchange — a new episode within your camera-readiness. &
as we walk together, it will make no language difference what we believe,
what the soul is.
I’m just ruminating on having you. Always a slave to you & I fear losing you.
My soul’s inscription reads you’re my state in the eternal state, my business.
At midnight again Gogol, Nikolay Gogol, with a master’s degree in these matters, said the landmass of gut feeling, sane behavior, and noncriminal discourse — like mine — that mass teeters on the grotesque tattoo of a human skull. I can’t turn that down. I can’t mean only my language. It’s a tradeoff, my trade. In the din nihilism shuts the door 24/7 on indisputable birdsong. A good thing. That door leads to the rescue of children and all rescue contains, all I could have told you.
12/8/22
We’re released by ourselves into the water supply. Globe-trotters. Kissers, both cheeks. Up toward the heights curls come back. Bells in heaven. My eyebrow arched and I gasped.
In physiologist rap this is a star-quake, falling and liberated by the carpentry in reading sensory input as the doctor’s tongue worked in circles. Then he darted straight in. I realized tension was flying from my face, dull and throbbing.
In physiologist rap this is a star-quake, falling and liberated by the carpentry in reading sensory input as the doctor’s tongue worked in circles. Then he darted straight in. I realized tension was flying from my face, dull and throbbing.
The full amount is not enclosed: So this is not the other day. And I don’t envy fair days or foul — it’s interminably raw.
Not dying is not not wanting to die, a unique semantic potential assigned a repertory. (Dying is not wanting to die and to boot waiting not to die: countering selfmastery.) But I wouldn’t envy those not dying anyway, not if it was their best day.
Between waiting, not wanting, untrimmed desires crowd out an undercover, captive thought pattern shaped through long derangement oiling up baby..
at the eye’s edge of clemency.
Not dying is not not wanting to die, a unique semantic potential assigned a repertory. (Dying is not wanting to die and to boot waiting not to die: countering selfmastery.) But I wouldn’t envy those not dying anyway, not if it was their best day.
Between waiting, not wanting, untrimmed desires crowd out an undercover, captive thought pattern shaped through long derangement oiling up baby..
at the eye’s edge of clemency.
83: Life with Mr Juice came up short — charm
-ing & familiar — unfair tenderness in a paper sack.
Hostess bike spinners & fake license & plate.
A poet’s Chase debt.
I found (or again I thought within the still)
Your eyes nag me for more .. admit you miss late modern zhuzhes & done away with text devices.
You miss the first drag. You miss rendering
Mr Juice wearing your new credentials
As your inner being when others would give only their lives... while you, like me, have nothing set.
Have you read, poets’ praise get ten percent off their daily
Calories from pot smoking — sleeping to excess.
Mute poets hereon become slack.
Thereupon, as Juice imputes to me, I’m barren as I am dumb.
-ing & familiar — unfair tenderness in a paper sack.
Hostess bike spinners & fake license & plate.
A poet’s Chase debt.
I found (or again I thought within the still)
Your eyes nag me for more .. admit you miss late modern zhuzhes & done away with text devices.
You miss the first drag. You miss rendering
Mr Juice wearing your new credentials
As your inner being when others would give only their lives... while you, like me, have nothing set.
Have you read, poets’ praise get ten percent off their daily
Calories from pot smoking — sleeping to excess.
Mute poets hereon become slack.
Thereupon, as Juice imputes to me, I’m barren as I am dumb.
12/7/22
By the way, every right wing worm thinks every owner of a worm is subject to restitution
even as most tax experts evoke cuddly breeder values in brute ecrus..
I’m here too, waiting for everyone I can’t stop waiting for.
I live in a container house near a few others
and wait on nothing at all, only sustained focus and innovation in nowhere equivalent to a disc. I won’t do it, nah, abrigado.
I work on text.. I’ll grieve later on, turn to pen and ink for human voice breaking glass in an r v to drown out the dog track,
nah.
even as most tax experts evoke cuddly breeder values in brute ecrus..
I’m here too, waiting for everyone I can’t stop waiting for.
I live in a container house near a few others
and wait on nothing at all, only sustained focus and innovation in nowhere equivalent to a disc. I won’t do it, nah, abrigado.
I work on text.. I’ll grieve later on, turn to pen and ink for human voice breaking glass in an r v to drown out the dog track,
nah.
A dictionary of Indo-European roots lists derivatives for gno = know, can, cunning, ken, kith, kin, uncouth, notice, notify, notion, notorious, cognition, recognize, connoisseur, quaint(?), ignore, noble (known, knowable), gnomon (diagnosis, prognosis), narrate (from Latin gnarrare); & these less ‘probable’ links = annotate, norm, abnormal, enormous.
Poets, I guess, know this, so someone’s dismissal of another's work by shrug / hum is unclear thinking, a mark of unknowing. Patterns of dismissal show a settlement of ignorance. Ignorance comes easy, tho, among conservatives like me. First is not reading. I won’t buy the book, if given the book, I’ll sell it. Second, there’s reading just to find a formal quality (scanning?). Can I do this? What’s the vocabulary like? This reveals a poco inquisitiveness, but it’s all about willful typecasting, bracketing in other words streamlined for not reading further. For face to face ignorance, there’s not listening or not listening much or listening to find an opening for my chance to speak (hey do you like what I do?). Hanging around enormous egos like mine is just not fun, unless, of course, there are compensating abnormalities.
What I want are noble communities of uncouth poets who not only notice one another but stay awake & narrate Oh. If it’s abnormally sweet, you’ll be the first to know.
We have no boundaries and can go further even in unendurable weather.
Poets, I guess, know this, so someone’s dismissal of another's work by shrug / hum is unclear thinking, a mark of unknowing. Patterns of dismissal show a settlement of ignorance. Ignorance comes easy, tho, among conservatives like me. First is not reading. I won’t buy the book, if given the book, I’ll sell it. Second, there’s reading just to find a formal quality (scanning?). Can I do this? What’s the vocabulary like? This reveals a poco inquisitiveness, but it’s all about willful typecasting, bracketing in other words streamlined for not reading further. For face to face ignorance, there’s not listening or not listening much or listening to find an opening for my chance to speak (hey do you like what I do?). Hanging around enormous egos like mine is just not fun, unless, of course, there are compensating abnormalities.
What I want are noble communities of uncouth poets who not only notice one another but stay awake & narrate Oh. If it’s abnormally sweet, you’ll be the first to know.
We have no boundaries and can go further even in unendurable weather.
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.)
12/6/22
Psychotropic bios diagnosed as barren truth-
Stratagems. Siphon starters. Add the rank
I confer on the next available beauty, living and perhaps dying with one
Until he goes broke — summarily I’m screwed of what beauty was.
I center then on perception (for another purpose), sustaining losses out of irony.
Stratagems. Siphon starters. Add the rank
I confer on the next available beauty, living and perhaps dying with one
Until he goes broke — summarily I’m screwed of what beauty was.
I center then on perception (for another purpose), sustaining losses out of irony.
Beginning to get the picture. Your flash is surface.
You wiggle like a borzoi
w/ backsliding wipe-outs & fan reactions:
trash affects we tautologize into cattle calls of glum purity.
At least our calls are directed to one area...
‘holding each other open’ foreordaining our mobile devices will moan to the surface. Your flash.
There may be many areas, too.
You wiggle like a borzoi
w/ backsliding wipe-outs & fan reactions:
trash affects we tautologize into cattle calls of glum purity.
At least our calls are directed to one area...
‘holding each other open’ foreordaining our mobile devices will moan to the surface. Your flash.
There may be many areas, too.
81: I forget so much memory is empowered by mistakes = my gentle verse.
Verse versus my taking umbrage feeds distortion = breathing from a common grave.
Fond pleas fracture time... your & my memories, all our deaths & morbidity — all survive.
For in men’s mouths death lives in thoughts of dying,
Thoughts still read aloud by tongues also re-rehearsing life with the dead. Haven’t I
Lived to breathe your epitaph? Or am I lying?
Verse versus my taking umbrage feeds distortion = breathing from a common grave.
Fond pleas fracture time... your & my memories, all our deaths & morbidity — all survive.
For in men’s mouths death lives in thoughts of dying,
Thoughts still read aloud by tongues also re-rehearsing life with the dead. Haven’t I
Lived to breathe your epitaph? Or am I lying?
You like it, Sleeve. Native fluency may be floatable within, once regarded in its wholeness, its contours beeped forward w/ the news, smart enough though meaner beyond its whereabouts. There’s also a slurry kiss inside.
Ounce by carbon resin ounce, a take-off economy was to result.
Where o where did we hide our donor workspace, the top percent of it, and who kept you from living freely?
Ounce by carbon resin ounce, a take-off economy was to result.
Where o where did we hide our donor workspace, the top percent of it, and who kept you from living freely?
12/5/22
It’s between hopeless and rebuked by evolution.
Hemi / semi —
orphaned as-is...
Photons in a neutrino cavity. Glad scene-makers or martial critics, proud old squares barnstorming career obstacles.
Failures in love fall off, away, never in 2 places enough needing permission, shuttered, untainted, bleak and just drear.
‘The world of cardmember services holds its own’ = swift due dates to succeeding circumstance.
Hemi / semi —
orphaned as-is...
Photons in a neutrino cavity. Glad scene-makers or martial critics, proud old squares barnstorming career obstacles.
Failures in love fall off, away, never in 2 places enough needing permission, shuttered, untainted, bleak and just drear.
‘The world of cardmember services holds its own’ = swift due dates to succeeding circumstance.
Fact: eye contact is mostly defensive but our strategies around the eyes are consensual. Uncreatured narcosis aggregates, drifting toward humane sense. This is how contingency shows up in prayer, making to and fro altercations sited within a figure-ground colloquy.
“‘In a way’,” he said, “nothing saved me until ‘we ran the gauntlet —’”
“‘In a way’,” he said, “nothing saved me until ‘we ran the gauntlet —’”
12/4/22
Credo:
Misery looks a lot better. Go. Fees balanced. Get out!
Staring at trains’ inhabitants at South Station —
Our blankness fills in family trees offside. After.. there are instrument
Channels (word flares) for composing love. We never saw this before.
Burn,
Suffering coincidence.. you’re leaning into expression muscle, undressed
To hit the meaning of just whose future is come..
To admire oneself, one’s distinction,
There’s a lot more ahead.
Poetry goes thru many drafts.
Misery looks a lot better. Go. Fees balanced. Get out!
Staring at trains’ inhabitants at South Station —
Our blankness fills in family trees offside. After.. there are instrument
Channels (word flares) for composing love. We never saw this before.
Burn,
Suffering coincidence.. you’re leaning into expression muscle, undressed
To hit the meaning of just whose future is come..
To admire oneself, one’s distinction,
There’s a lot more ahead.
Poetry goes thru many drafts.
Another moment soon to stare out the window, a flood lamp over my shoulder to herald the swindle in wind farming. Craning one’s mien goes on in this vein, time passes — comments from barbers on stale movies, political lies — freedom takes off at many a midpoint. It’s personal, e.r. managers tell me this ought to be.
It’s almost sullen to write enflamed birdsong and comb back your hair at the same time.. Can you do that? At the barber’s? To sound like your own critic stay light with a spooky edge.
Life is short and good grooming takes you all over. No victims.
It’s almost sullen to write enflamed birdsong and comb back your hair at the same time.. Can you do that? At the barber’s? To sound like your own critic stay light with a spooky edge.
Life is short and good grooming takes you all over. No victims.
70: I don’t blame you. Much.
Alone in your ‘kingdom’ flying backwards. You’re facing the street, passing it... A science fiction flushed hollow, cankers along with buds look prime outside and you’re still passing thru, unstained by ambush, adhering neatly to nothing, just passing. Yet suspects’ approval always ornaments tacit impurities of state. Heaven’s sweet hush.
Who are they who might envy you? Slanderers, even wooers — and such charged discourse! Don’t hold it in. Talk to me, shatter me, touch.
Alone in your ‘kingdom’ flying backwards. You’re facing the street, passing it... A science fiction flushed hollow, cankers along with buds look prime outside and you’re still passing thru, unstained by ambush, adhering neatly to nothing, just passing. Yet suspects’ approval always ornaments tacit impurities of state. Heaven’s sweet hush.
Who are they who might envy you? Slanderers, even wooers — and such charged discourse! Don’t hold it in. Talk to me, shatter me, touch.
“Bliss.” We were looking it up.
A battle between two acumens
bringing up a few others,
times two more of those brain states from euphoria.
A marsh is now interesting
(vitae) for the sea. To the eye, in sun nothing but applesauce shellac,
a varnish the sea brought in without consent, leader of the pack
in subject matter. Not on varnish, on bliss.
A battle between two acumens
bringing up a few others,
times two more of those brain states from euphoria.
A marsh is now interesting
(vitae) for the sea. To the eye, in sun nothing but applesauce shellac,
a varnish the sea brought in without consent, leader of the pack
in subject matter. Not on varnish, on bliss.
12/3/22
Filming at midnight — kvelling schtick a transitory nontactical concept.
And today’s laughter protocol looks ‘more than serious.’ Except...
It’s been remarkable to gauge how sneering, vaporous, obtruding personalities —
A sure loser’s term — proceed un-amusingly
Or even uncivilly in opening salvos. Seems rehearsed practice, perhaps.
By salvo — the first three or four minutes of monotone in character, in talk and in poems.
You can even do that up in film.
“Stump, don’t ask,” I said — So much slobber invested from the start, forced discourse, along with any oomph, runs dry.
And today’s laughter protocol looks ‘more than serious.’ Except...
It’s been remarkable to gauge how sneering, vaporous, obtruding personalities —
A sure loser’s term — proceed un-amusingly
Or even uncivilly in opening salvos. Seems rehearsed practice, perhaps.
By salvo — the first three or four minutes of monotone in character, in talk and in poems.
You can even do that up in film.
“Stump, don’t ask,” I said — So much slobber invested from the start, forced discourse, along with any oomph, runs dry.
At a new level of storytelling that hang-in-there ideal is on your side, time-sick.
It goes with a backhand irony like pigeon guided defense missiles or one guard at the gate.
A free coupon! No, the front gate won’t front
As there are centers of wishing beyond doors.
All batteries are now 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 verbal hoards
Coupons expire.
It goes with a backhand irony like pigeon guided defense missiles or one guard at the gate.
A free coupon! No, the front gate won’t front
As there are centers of wishing beyond doors.
All batteries are now 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 verbal hoards
Coupons expire.
12/2/22
It dawns on me I am covered with bacon reform. That’s why I went for generic consensus over these big, flamenco-glued-to-cable partitions made of paradoxical tissues.
They’re in place as a lorem ipsum dolor sit
taken of our whole sector before repro-ed onward.
Purely offhand.. rather like a jigsaw
that goes unsolved.
They’re in place as a lorem ipsum dolor sit
taken of our whole sector before repro-ed onward.
Purely offhand.. rather like a jigsaw
that goes unsolved.
We already have what we ask for.
Vainly but not fast in never induce italics:
We gave it up at the Office.
Driving this point, uttering it is hardly ever for the 1st time.
Phonemes disappearing into immense molecules like our other words, just molecules ago.
Sitting down delivers the good news, stateliness while steering already had its faint say. Now we can text and ‘drive’ over time and zeta functions mowing down hedgerows like highway signage along an infinite axis.
Vainly but not fast in never induce italics:
We gave it up at the Office.
Driving this point, uttering it is hardly ever for the 1st time.
Phonemes disappearing into immense molecules like our other words, just molecules ago.
Sitting down delivers the good news, stateliness while steering already had its faint say. Now we can text and ‘drive’ over time and zeta functions mowing down hedgerows like highway signage along an infinite axis.
75: Every time I visit you in your mascara I become lucid about the fear you strike. Day by day you’re in my thoughts, food to my life. And I see your brilliance lives again, sure enough; it always has, fudging strife and abasement. There you are.
I came to poetry later than you.
Pleasure then the transportation of your soul taking place about here and now.
Nothing for me. I feel I’m a pursuer of no delight, uninvited to the Worry Dance, revalidating my whorl of cement paintings..
Starved for a look, now, counting it best if the world
see both my fear and pleasure feasting off you, on your dime, thus, within your sight...
pursuing you in peace, all or nothing, you alone.
I came to poetry later than you.
Pleasure then the transportation of your soul taking place about here and now.
Nothing for me. I feel I’m a pursuer of no delight, uninvited to the Worry Dance, revalidating my whorl of cement paintings..
Starved for a look, now, counting it best if the world
see both my fear and pleasure feasting off you, on your dime, thus, within your sight...
pursuing you in peace, all or nothing, you alone.
Dinner in precision blizzard-words, drifting,
Reversed decisions rotating in cavernous surf like mercurial quanta
Shifting soft, whispered — this could occur. You’ll go in circles digging deep, redressing
The boat’s mortality —
Say when. Pulse, how did we say when?
There’s the written form, a cool word
Clambering, feeling its way...
Reversed decisions rotating in cavernous surf like mercurial quanta
Shifting soft, whispered — this could occur. You’ll go in circles digging deep, redressing
The boat’s mortality —
Say when. Pulse, how did we say when?
There’s the written form, a cool word
Clambering, feeling its way...
12/1/22
It takes a while. Day by day. The way 23 hours ago the multiplicity of writing today took a while. Times itself: A brainset, no doubt, occupied .. & this just in — jokes turn into dreams. It’s dreams that forgive us for everything (except melancholia). That’s because multiplicities, ‘sleeping while awake,’ get downgraded to icy normality, farthest from sight, trapping you & me inside a force field owing to our expertise.
So there’s no lack of constancy in experimental states of mongrel forgery & our economic pull.
So there’s no lack of constancy in experimental states of mongrel forgery & our economic pull.
104: You’re fair doing this, my friend. Etc.
I saw both of us stop dials, reset our actual pace. Still one..
..you and I may be deceived, turning toward the season’s
purebreds for fresher figures, good times and hot pricing, unless
deception or envy is perceived better.
Burn for me, friend. Hues balance details to your green motions.
Since.. I have seen shaken flares express fear and beauty in your eyes.
I eyed your figure before you were born
off perfumes of April standing as axioms for June and later — in cold pride
you’ve already processed.. stolen for future use.
You turn summer into spring, one’s first guided
tour — such a future is never old, never overdone.
I saw both of us stop dials, reset our actual pace. Still one..
..you and I may be deceived, turning toward the season’s
purebreds for fresher figures, good times and hot pricing, unless
deception or envy is perceived better.
Burn for me, friend. Hues balance details to your green motions.
Since.. I have seen shaken flares express fear and beauty in your eyes.
I eyed your figure before you were born
off perfumes of April standing as axioms for June and later — in cold pride
you’ve already processed.. stolen for future use.
You turn summer into spring, one’s first guided
tour — such a future is never old, never overdone.
Long day, maestro. I’ll butt dial (this still happens) you,
egressing. We’ve achieved very little even with our arguments intact,
noting there’s pride — I didn’t take any — pride in our measures
— to section our mountainous itches and engagements
— to go over, mix more with money types,
top cashiers — it’s called freedom of worship.
egressing. We’ve achieved very little even with our arguments intact,
noting there’s pride — I didn’t take any — pride in our measures
— to section our mountainous itches and engagements
— to go over, mix more with money types,
top cashiers — it’s called freedom of worship.
Long day, maestro. I’ll butt dial (this still happens) you,
egressing. We’ve achieved very little even with our arguments intact,
noting there’s pride — I didn’t take any — pride in our measures
— to section our mountainous itches and engagements
— to go over, mix more with money types,
top cashiers — it’s called freedom of worship.
egressing. We’ve achieved very little even with our arguments intact,
noting there’s pride — I didn’t take any — pride in our measures
— to section our mountainous itches and engagements
— to go over, mix more with money types,
top cashiers — it’s called freedom of worship.
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