Something to do with chant? The amount enclosed...
All this repetition is an interdiscipline ahead of patterned, glimmering haze and murmurs surrounding powerful folk, also there’s dating converts. You know, the level of smart self regard here is high, covert. Notwithstanding we’re open to self derangement if all we do is seduce and note conquests. We lose austere joys, our own cloud dogma perpetrated out of a wiry, scentless comfort, breathing over the skies.
Scentless discomfort, too.
1/31/23
A private-public distinction, extension 8.
That dichotomy no longer limits outcomes for a buffered work force.
Keeping my writing up
Besides giving empathy, suffering distress,
I write on my agenda,
A vapidly laden ship of ‘fortune’
Once I launch it —
I got married however without knowing the side effects
— wait, I forget why I called.
That dichotomy no longer limits outcomes for a buffered work force.
Keeping my writing up
Besides giving empathy, suffering distress,
I write on my agenda,
A vapidly laden ship of ‘fortune’
Once I launch it —
I got married however without knowing the side effects
— wait, I forget why I called.
151: Our berserk contacts squeeze topical structure into gentle shadows that are too numb to know what consciousness is.
We learnt lightly, love is too young. Yet triumph in love is slathered over all of us, even the poor, soon excluded. Axioms and other memes are what we are deft w/. So the poor-excluded type doesn’t count? I can’t tell, I wouldn’t know. Who does?
When social scientists and the proud struck their alliance, we thought this is a gross 2nd prize although ultimatums were rephrased and moral aspirations became more footloose and empirically incontestable as Seven Bagatelles.
We learnt lightly, love is too young. Yet triumph in love is slathered over all of us, even the poor, soon excluded. Axioms and other memes are what we are deft w/. So the poor-excluded type doesn’t count? I can’t tell, I wouldn’t know. Who does?
When social scientists and the proud struck their alliance, we thought this is a gross 2nd prize although ultimatums were rephrased and moral aspirations became more footloose and empirically incontestable as Seven Bagatelles.
There is a nothing. Yet nothing is forbidden.
Or a burst of daft tone substitutes for a sacrament.
I lower your voice to closest approximate parity.
Somewhere, who’s a sociopath?
Finalists, top achievers have quit general practice.
This is not a means test. It’s blues. But who can tell if it goes well.
We’ll leave it at that
in case there are higher trending hoaxes.
At least the place was democratized even with trial mechanisms.
The mechanisms blow decorum of law...
Also, it’s beautifully easy for you, suddenly, brief minutes from now, to have less to eat to soften the last interruption keeping the consonant hoopla around your throat.. as often predicted, that.
Simple to say. But how many spirituals of parallel scenery can we communalists invoke?
Or a burst of daft tone substitutes for a sacrament.
I lower your voice to closest approximate parity.
Somewhere, who’s a sociopath?
Finalists, top achievers have quit general practice.
This is not a means test. It’s blues. But who can tell if it goes well.
We’ll leave it at that
in case there are higher trending hoaxes.
At least the place was democratized even with trial mechanisms.
The mechanisms blow decorum of law...
Also, it’s beautifully easy for you, suddenly, brief minutes from now, to have less to eat to soften the last interruption keeping the consonant hoopla around your throat.. as often predicted, that.
Simple to say. But how many spirituals of parallel scenery can we communalists invoke?
1/30/23
The cosmos in Part 1 (about hard-ons) is unexplained.
In the mental part, covert specialists use tightly wound, remixed pairs in expression to meet their incriminating goals. Chief aim is to march with humanists halfway. The other and better half are indulged through wisecracks; but most of the wayward humanists, the originalists, we render as divas and idiots in the vulnerable minority. And they take the bullets; why?
In the mental part, covert specialists use tightly wound, remixed pairs in expression to meet their incriminating goals. Chief aim is to march with humanists halfway. The other and better half are indulged through wisecracks; but most of the wayward humanists, the originalists, we render as divas and idiots in the vulnerable minority. And they take the bullets; why?
67: Smarts don’t matter. You had a wealth of smarts. Advantage achieved?
I’m laying myself off. Shall I? (Not that I’m smart.) I’m imitating an exchequer, an evolutionist of avarice — loose ends everywhere giving wind upright advantage and an inflection point — long since moot — where roses in shadow seem false, laced to fine society. Out in the open is wherefore wind and other loosenesses keep their youth only on the gain side, impious beauty and true presence forward.
And that goes for the lively sun shining with its blush-to-blood over the streets, bankrupting grownups.
I’m laying myself off. Shall I? (Not that I’m smart.) I’m imitating an exchequer, an evolutionist of avarice — loose ends everywhere giving wind upright advantage and an inflection point — long since moot — where roses in shadow seem false, laced to fine society. Out in the open is wherefore wind and other loosenesses keep their youth only on the gain side, impious beauty and true presence forward.
And that goes for the lively sun shining with its blush-to-blood over the streets, bankrupting grownups.
Your snobbishness killed us.
No monks wrote the inscription for our ashes. It reads: Just because we’re not there to floodlight what we know on swimming exhausted doesn’t mean we weren’t Bodhis / each physique w/ a hammer in hand. Nailing our souls together takes a moment of our lives that we don’t have, don’t love, don’t hate.
Whatever takes substance and breadth, we’re not doing it!
No monks wrote the inscription for our ashes. It reads: Just because we’re not there to floodlight what we know on swimming exhausted doesn’t mean we weren’t Bodhis / each physique w/ a hammer in hand. Nailing our souls together takes a moment of our lives that we don’t have, don’t love, don’t hate.
Whatever takes substance and breadth, we’re not doing it!
1/29/23
Our dual cosmos doodad self-inflates as a product injector covered by cultural exertion, just like weather bombs wearing Beirut postwar colors, pebble and pale, lucent grays.
Colors go up all right, each color of stone seething with a claque inside, giving access to haystacks that we call the multiverse, which looks most imprisoned now.
Colors go up all right, each color of stone seething with a claque inside, giving access to haystacks that we call the multiverse, which looks most imprisoned now.
122: The longer I live it’s right in front of me, above all, beyond all, your gift within my brain.
There’s a glow in seconds before razed oblivion, fun .. and explosive. Wow.
Or much like staying in the now, yielding thru nature to receive you more, more of you.
An idle life abandoned. I’m forgetting about it. How?
You and I remain beyond date and time in my heart and brain. I won’t be funny or make a stab, score or tally... Every day I’ll subsist to import your love into me .. Again.
There’s a glow in seconds before razed oblivion, fun .. and explosive. Wow.
Or much like staying in the now, yielding thru nature to receive you more, more of you.
An idle life abandoned. I’m forgetting about it. How?
You and I remain beyond date and time in my heart and brain. I won’t be funny or make a stab, score or tally... Every day I’ll subsist to import your love into me .. Again.
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.
1/28/23
I might happily have thrived at another crossroads
Painting in oils in neoplatonic archness. A patch of white zinc
To follow a flightpath out /
A green thumb trying to paint and cover
A chocking space with dabs of marine titanium, dabs that dilate
Blurring the root truth of setbacks for over an hour —
A genocidal collage of screens, diversions
Rocking to agitated waves, reproached, converged
In drumming opinions and science-y practices — How the world is!
Painting in oils in neoplatonic archness. A patch of white zinc
To follow a flightpath out /
A green thumb trying to paint and cover
A chocking space with dabs of marine titanium, dabs that dilate
Blurring the root truth of setbacks for over an hour —
A genocidal collage of screens, diversions
Rocking to agitated waves, reproached, converged
In drumming opinions and science-y practices — How the world is!
Sonnet 119: Software permeates adolescent philosophy. This madder hell points to asphalt perimeters, why error messages commit to wretched structures (applying fear to hopes)
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building up un-manacled distraction so amor in the head is amazing, far greater, madder fever!
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Some ways syzygy rounds this off in latinate Greek — evil still made better — for amnesia’s fixed width, blessed never, rebuked to our heart’s content!
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And ruined, we kept losing, true, losing you .. spent, shaken, damn.
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building up un-manacled distraction so amor in the head is amazing, far greater, madder fever!
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Some ways syzygy rounds this off in latinate Greek — evil still made better — for amnesia’s fixed width, blessed never, rebuked to our heart’s content!
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And ruined, we kept losing, true, losing you .. spent, shaken, damn.
I have no name now but my ass is all into listening. 1st Crusoe, the boss, and Friday then Jessie, Natasha. A small party turned into a lost colony as the fete dispersed for seminars on eon comparisons, fact-rechecks, back formations.
While we’re at it we’ll talk about process. Then add neural linguistic products with teal / aubergine edges to render our new squeeze pages. This, this is the ballad of how your bespoke guest room became the office.
While we’re at it we’ll talk about process. Then add neural linguistic products with teal / aubergine edges to render our new squeeze pages. This, this is the ballad of how your bespoke guest room became the office.
1/27/23
The no-fantasies plan, weeks running backwards
After the announcer’s ecstasy — there are no water edges or dikes
Yet with a rush of civilized dichotomy.
Music filters out hearsay against the grey sky.
All the airports sink back in black and white fjords.
Day to day sometimes the sun’s light goes for more,
Going to be here as long as it takes.
After the announcer’s ecstasy — there are no water edges or dikes
Yet with a rush of civilized dichotomy.
Music filters out hearsay against the grey sky.
All the airports sink back in black and white fjords.
Day to day sometimes the sun’s light goes for more,
Going to be here as long as it takes.
8: Music to hear? Truth is we seem sad and feathery, as tho speechless, self-killed.
Only short distillations where unions marry for a time
like this mutual ordering to our touching and grasping the moment, now surrounding it with songs of taking off for the unknown, spinning, spun,
upset, out of control yet
that’s how we fasten sweet music we hear to move around objects.
100% our touch.
Only short distillations where unions marry for a time
like this mutual ordering to our touching and grasping the moment, now surrounding it with songs of taking off for the unknown, spinning, spun,
upset, out of control yet
that’s how we fasten sweet music we hear to move around objects.
100% our touch.
For practice, renditions of this altogether. Take care, and take some time, since to censure another’s progress is groaning effrontery and off the mark, much like not approving a pianist’s shoes. You can do this, feel free, but don’t expect to be asked back to the next marathon. Likewise, avoid rejecting criticism, keep your catnip under wraps, knock down with a glance, nod, and inspire small talk while keeping everything surveilled. Mad Thief and you look great together!
1/26/23
To be unmarried
Where the sky went:
There’s a benign debate — where brightness bore in, grateful
Prenuptials stampede out,
Drawing bonds along dark zones of propaganda.
And owing to your interest... this won’t constitute a holy day, merely a
First draft.
Or only one of many noted by a crowd of flutists aft.
My terms are to settle down through the evening. Our proud examples
Gain longterm advantage when hell freezes
Imprisoning refinement only for the self appointed until.
Where the sky went:
There’s a benign debate — where brightness bore in, grateful
Prenuptials stampede out,
Drawing bonds along dark zones of propaganda.
And owing to your interest... this won’t constitute a holy day, merely a
First draft.
Or only one of many noted by a crowd of flutists aft.
My terms are to settle down through the evening. Our proud examples
Gain longterm advantage when hell freezes
Imprisoning refinement only for the self appointed until.
Many Japanese are fascinated by pottery.
Any dark ceramic with asymmetrical tenets is tacit
but could be looking up at a source of light, feeling talkative..
maintaining maximum restraint
to engage another’s psyche.
The normal exec in an expanding field by a highway will grow up, in a flash forward, and work for Strategy Foundation Japan, a company that parses pleasures around the world. Pleasures, not dreams.
Not any more. One exec becomes an energy therapist and keeps rabbits. You see virologists learn how to say what no one ever wants to hear. “You sure of that, doctor? You sure those were your rabbits?”
Any dark ceramic with asymmetrical tenets is tacit
but could be looking up at a source of light, feeling talkative..
maintaining maximum restraint
to engage another’s psyche.
The normal exec in an expanding field by a highway will grow up, in a flash forward, and work for Strategy Foundation Japan, a company that parses pleasures around the world. Pleasures, not dreams.
Not any more. One exec becomes an energy therapist and keeps rabbits. You see virologists learn how to say what no one ever wants to hear. “You sure of that, doctor? You sure those were your rabbits?”
43: There is your dead-of-night agreement to let me in. Iron clad. Like on 1st base at 1st touch.
Urgent, dizzy, all agreements come down to time on earth in earthy dreams, darkly bright, best seen darkly directed.
The more you put on earth, you know shadows, their colorations, shades are imperfect (un)seen, but blessed (more adhesive) and happy when I’m looking on with you.
It’s much clearer in light. Yes. That quick. This is a speaking animal heavily asleep, remembering regression —
all days are nights and nights bright days. All time’s up.
Urgent, dizzy, all agreements come down to time on earth in earthy dreams, darkly bright, best seen darkly directed.
The more you put on earth, you know shadows, their colorations, shades are imperfect (un)seen, but blessed (more adhesive) and happy when I’m looking on with you.
It’s much clearer in light. Yes. That quick. This is a speaking animal heavily asleep, remembering regression —
all days are nights and nights bright days. All time’s up.
Like Clint Eastwood I was shifty
Once. What was that all about?
I know where I am going gawky, rattling my cage.
What happened? Diagramming conditions of jitters and others’ sentences, I am anonymous either way.
Thank you, cohorts, for cartoons and commissioned videos shrieking with what I must bury.
Once. What was that all about?
I know where I am going gawky, rattling my cage.
What happened? Diagramming conditions of jitters and others’ sentences, I am anonymous either way.
Thank you, cohorts, for cartoons and commissioned videos shrieking with what I must bury.
1/25/23
The one-act was mostly about ticket holders with initiative winning the status quo from the beginning..
After the show folded we were never serious. Toys are another good idea until they cross us. We weren’t the first to do what we like & hold onto it, so it would take the future to adjust how how began.
That’s a rough outline.
Preaching to altos is an art
practiced by Art Farmer.
Or you can stand by & have what you are looking for reappear
as an entire practice. Suddenly
there are no stages.
After the show folded we were never serious. Toys are another good idea until they cross us. We weren’t the first to do what we like & hold onto it, so it would take the future to adjust how how began.
That’s a rough outline.
Preaching to altos is an art
practiced by Art Farmer.
Or you can stand by & have what you are looking for reappear
as an entire practice. Suddenly
there are no stages.
There’s always looking out, up, through fitful silence & a humane sense of feeling cornered in music practice. Enough, enough men & women are deaf to their ruin
wherein love rebuilds their smirks pressing on — drizzle would hurt if they could see but it’s only visible as a short, stout white truck rolls under haze, Kia-like, choked in a soft, fluffy Dior.
wherein love rebuilds their smirks pressing on — drizzle would hurt if they could see but it’s only visible as a short, stout white truck rolls under haze, Kia-like, choked in a soft, fluffy Dior.
Sonnet 3:
Now is time.
Image & posterity aren’t everything. But they call you back. Same for dying. Let’s stop Pisces & disdain. Face to face, mark self
-love as no fond option. Unearned. Yet thru clear windows
April will renew another golden time taking fresh form
As light flows, now. “Could you be more specific, my
Episteme?” April in its prime calls you, repairing you,
Your ears, your face, forms of yours remembered.
Now is time.
Image & posterity aren’t everything. But they call you back. Same for dying. Let’s stop Pisces & disdain. Face to face, mark self
-love as no fond option. Unearned. Yet thru clear windows
April will renew another golden time taking fresh form
As light flows, now. “Could you be more specific, my
Episteme?” April in its prime calls you, repairing you,
Your ears, your face, forms of yours remembered.
I’ll hold back. Not go down.
This is in response to the commerce-vectors coursing through your brain drenched in pop concepts. Thinking like yours brings unique comfort to support our position in the food chain, which is always in dispute.
I adhere to the same late-filing rules as you. We are keepers of years each night.
I’m a novice enthusiast. And.
Art is theft all right. Tonight. Years from now.
Then, inscrutably I’ll never break down and cry.
This is in response to the commerce-vectors coursing through your brain drenched in pop concepts. Thinking like yours brings unique comfort to support our position in the food chain, which is always in dispute.
I adhere to the same late-filing rules as you. We are keepers of years each night.
I’m a novice enthusiast. And.
Art is theft all right. Tonight. Years from now.
Then, inscrutably I’ll never break down and cry.
1/24/23
Being used as part of the audience seems offensive.
You pass over that and ask for a 2nd date with an audience member.
Soon after loggerheads are avoided with grit, understatement.
What do you say? Bonne balance, hey my.
You grow accustomed, so to speak, no name
gets escalated until the focus is lost.
De rien and thank goodness.
Leaving the June-July beach
— dazzling lethargy undoing our cuffs as the wagon sways
with fellowship. Love in the future, a handshake spreads the rain,
flowers, rain, flowers. (That's it! The moat-house for the wagon
then some new wagon shirts we can walk away with. A mighty wine
origami and the wagon yard for our widows. This is spring history.)
You pass over that and ask for a 2nd date with an audience member.
Soon after loggerheads are avoided with grit, understatement.
What do you say? Bonne balance, hey my.
You grow accustomed, so to speak, no name
gets escalated until the focus is lost.
De rien and thank goodness.
Leaving the June-July beach
— dazzling lethargy undoing our cuffs as the wagon sways
with fellowship. Love in the future, a handshake spreads the rain,
flowers, rain, flowers. (That's it! The moat-house for the wagon
then some new wagon shirts we can walk away with. A mighty wine
origami and the wagon yard for our widows. This is spring history.)
I remember looking up at at the music itself, feeling
we live in a debt growing country.
Maximum restraint = knitting your own brow.
Then let me pull an invisible to the eye hair off your blouse. Blousy
threads & too much sex belong in one pile.
It’s a good look except for expired soy containers suspended from a branch bow: cowslips
& top limbs drooping synthetic due dates over your chest ::
When stairwells mesh & go nowhere either side
between you & our affection, let’s hang in for a while.
Hang our names in artificial druthers.
we live in a debt growing country.
Maximum restraint = knitting your own brow.
Then let me pull an invisible to the eye hair off your blouse. Blousy
threads & too much sex belong in one pile.
It’s a good look except for expired soy containers suspended from a branch bow: cowslips
& top limbs drooping synthetic due dates over your chest ::
When stairwells mesh & go nowhere either side
between you & our affection, let’s hang in for a while.
Hang our names in artificial druthers.
153: & so. I find I’m ready.
Ready for these proving grounds in which I solve:
1. Love god heart inflaming new fire: Steep ground, unwise yet wise
whilst love-kindling abounds — as well as — as coincidental as I love golf & entered golf school.
2. New heat every time, your eyes — no cure for a month —
your eyes are the beginning for me as my swing improves in their flare.
3. We’re teed up for a trial bath, your eyes —
Heated inside each word I borrow or try on —
Syllables fall in a ‘Cupid fountain’ of steam & desire,
curing us & others with love, sick withal.
Ready for these proving grounds in which I solve:
1. Love god heart inflaming new fire: Steep ground, unwise yet wise
whilst love-kindling abounds — as well as — as coincidental as I love golf & entered golf school.
2. New heat every time, your eyes — no cure for a month —
your eyes are the beginning for me as my swing improves in their flare.
3. We’re teed up for a trial bath, your eyes —
Heated inside each word I borrow or try on —
Syllables fall in a ‘Cupid fountain’ of steam & desire,
curing us & others with love, sick withal.
1/23/23
You or I can’t copy Creeley singing to Wieners or it could be vice versa,
Both old masters
Who never spoke for love,
Not equipped
To weep
—
Who is?
— even on a brassiere stool overlooking time/money plaza,
We could never express feelings about delimiting time. Cash figures are tart.
That everything once alive was precious as our talk is precious, that and cheap.
That “Having no time to spend” comes off as counterfact in a pas
De deux falling apart
— we interns slipping on pieces of tracing paper after the ballet.
That’s our racket.
Sonnet 61:
Simple enough picking up a pen . . . our land and those living on it have material functions; similarly I see you.
I watch your synthetic imagery through writing, the vigil and force applied putting your youth
into a piece, since the grown man does not come by himself, regardless of your beauty — the river bank plied by far off
metaphors and substitutes, one at a time — less formal, so near home it’s like taking your dictation, taking after your love of my love of you.
Simple enough picking up a pen . . . our land and those living on it have material functions; similarly I see you.
I watch your synthetic imagery through writing, the vigil and force applied putting your youth
into a piece, since the grown man does not come by himself, regardless of your beauty — the river bank plied by far off
metaphors and substitutes, one at a time — less formal, so near home it’s like taking your dictation, taking after your love of my love of you.
The no-fantasies plan, weeks running backwards
After the announcer’s ecstasy — there are no water edges or dikes
Yet with a rush of civilized dichotomy.
Music filters out hearsay against the grey sky.
All the airports sink back in black and white fjords.
Day to day sometimes the sun’s light goes for more,
Going to be here as long as it takes.
After the announcer’s ecstasy — there are no water edges or dikes
Yet with a rush of civilized dichotomy.
Music filters out hearsay against the grey sky.
All the airports sink back in black and white fjords.
Day to day sometimes the sun’s light goes for more,
Going to be here as long as it takes.
1/22/23
76: In flight, a framework could be told on telling.
How can varsity spend their tribute? How spent? Why?
This café, I think, is going to elaborate these points & help me stay dry and not get lost.
I know the framework of my notes craves attention, that’s why I write of you.
Why I finish a stretch and new and old lines get confused, showing their new birth.
Fuse the way they
Continue as light rain. My argument.
How can varsity spend their tribute? How spent? Why?
This café, I think, is going to elaborate these points & help me stay dry and not get lost.
I know the framework of my notes craves attention, that’s why I write of you.
Why I finish a stretch and new and old lines get confused, showing their new birth.
Fuse the way they
Continue as light rain. My argument.
I am citizen physicist to an inner antecedent. How drowsiness may be my great escape or I may walk it off, forgetting I’m oblivious.
Your face, the trains I ride, it’s all good. And staying casual definitely has legs.
Come midnight Mr Deadpan had a big smile. Anytime I teased him or cuddled him, his four appendages went as wiggly as a frog, silly, a smile across his whole face, black button eyes on top of his head because the night is not over — all smile and eyes in front, green in the back. When I held him he was a jumble of cuddles and inertia. His legs flopped around until I stopped.
That way.
Your face, the trains I ride, it’s all good. And staying casual definitely has legs.
Come midnight Mr Deadpan had a big smile. Anytime I teased him or cuddled him, his four appendages went as wiggly as a frog, silly, a smile across his whole face, black button eyes on top of his head because the night is not over — all smile and eyes in front, green in the back. When I held him he was a jumble of cuddles and inertia. His legs flopped around until I stopped.
That way.
1/21/23
92: To my love in constant revolt, stealing away...
Our life together won’t work. I’m almost happy, I guess. Love pours a 100 proof — intramural scars, a heightened blush, hard labor. Staying power we dread the most, having had your love — now... what’s a fair question? ...is there another, more thoughful stage to live through?
Depends on you and me, always. Yet I find lifetime love is formally difficult and, o oops... I am reading others happy to die are on fire.
Happy to die! — do we take their place?
Our life together won’t work. I’m almost happy, I guess. Love pours a 100 proof — intramural scars, a heightened blush, hard labor. Staying power we dread the most, having had your love — now... what’s a fair question? ...is there another, more thoughful stage to live through?
Depends on you and me, always. Yet I find lifetime love is formally difficult and, o oops... I am reading others happy to die are on fire.
Happy to die! — do we take their place?
A blue feeling about a sweetheart is breaking over the lazy and dead. I’m still not awake, a bad idea. Ideas with particularity, again. A feeling for the bread before it rises stuffed with blasts from space, our fond way in,
praising doom on our own dime.
I’m that slaphappy-proof to diffuse your eyes from posterity. Where your eyes go is our whole body, cool from so many substitutes for meditation we can’t breathe.
praising doom on our own dime.
I’m that slaphappy-proof to diffuse your eyes from posterity. Where your eyes go is our whole body, cool from so many substitutes for meditation we can’t breathe.
1/20/23
Pantoum: given a key, you lose it
— shifting your attention but staying in touch.
I forget functioning ghost towns caked with tire tracks;
I draw a blank on jailhouse interiors and decades of Tonka trucks...
[...there is no outside [...] only what’s already here [what we breathe] below, which is
Immature, impulsive...] [as above]
— I forget empirical relationships the most, the visual force of
a “mottled taxonomy,”
Complaints and sworn declarations,
I forget missing you.
— shifting your attention but staying in touch.
I forget functioning ghost towns caked with tire tracks;
I draw a blank on jailhouse interiors and decades of Tonka trucks...
[...there is no outside [...] only what’s already here [what we breathe] below, which is
Immature, impulsive...] [as above]
— I forget empirical relationships the most, the visual force of
a “mottled taxonomy,”
Complaints and sworn declarations,
I forget missing you.
134: Knocked out by sure bets and unassailable vote counts. It sounds like utter intrigue to the self-illumined or half-taught —
An inured slice of childhood domains — all to attain another, future time.
But back to us.
Now and then I may have liked primary grades more. I later picked up romantic couplets —
Lost in bromance, wearing nothing but motives for aching to keep doing what I feared, our lives in usurer love? So he’s yours?
I’ll sue you for disrespect, covetous of my comfort, my couplet. I lived for your peach fuzz thru witless dialectic. (Note above.)
I drank your Labrador tea. And for further research I took up free, motorized speech. (Op cit.)
Similar theories, large discontinuities. Dirge:
I can’t worry or pierce my ears further.
An inured slice of childhood domains — all to attain another, future time.
But back to us.
Now and then I may have liked primary grades more. I later picked up romantic couplets —
Lost in bromance, wearing nothing but motives for aching to keep doing what I feared, our lives in usurer love? So he’s yours?
I’ll sue you for disrespect, covetous of my comfort, my couplet. I lived for your peach fuzz thru witless dialectic. (Note above.)
I drank your Labrador tea. And for further research I took up free, motorized speech. (Op cit.)
Similar theories, large discontinuities. Dirge:
I can’t worry or pierce my ears further.
Breathtaking.
Auto-electrocuted. But calmed down. Sore thumbs. No more tv. There’s a dual nature of justice going around in “resentment and forgiveness” with high notes we won’t erase. A muggy, fantastic soprano, jittery, active against the grain. She reaches a point at which touch management is unleashed.
I’m just commenting. Crazy ’bout the poems.
Auto-electrocuted. But calmed down. Sore thumbs. No more tv. There’s a dual nature of justice going around in “resentment and forgiveness” with high notes we won’t erase. A muggy, fantastic soprano, jittery, active against the grain. She reaches a point at which touch management is unleashed.
I’m just commenting. Crazy ’bout the poems.
1/19/23
Teen to older person,
cornered (not to say conned).
Hold to your decoder status that’s forever sparkled quo vadis,
meandering within ordered appearances unraveling optics —
I mean to say high birth, career orbit
mean very little to vocal fervor.
Either way is one fractional
infinite in the context / e.r.
OK I mean
I’m done.
cornered (not to say conned).
Hold to your decoder status that’s forever sparkled quo vadis,
meandering within ordered appearances unraveling optics —
I mean to say high birth, career orbit
mean very little to vocal fervor.
Either way is one fractional
infinite in the context / e.r.
OK I mean
I’m done.
Cruelty goes by a few I.Ds. Not loving you down the road.. getting soaked..
Heavenly and new, classic and easy, unforgettable facts that are approaches to our revenge for taking off, fawning, buttoned up and respectful in everyday nudity. Our nudity earned, commanded by your eyes, man, a feeling, a swing reunion in comic expanse, a whole new etiquet to staying special and hollow at center, a vacuum in motion, on wheels.
Heavenly and new, classic and easy, unforgettable facts that are approaches to our revenge for taking off, fawning, buttoned up and respectful in everyday nudity. Our nudity earned, commanded by your eyes, man, a feeling, a swing reunion in comic expanse, a whole new etiquet to staying special and hollow at center, a vacuum in motion, on wheels.
47: Good turns, one after another — I turn to your good looks, filed between arterial and bitch comedy.
Either way you could have set this remote for a sexier video —
Why not share it? The clips you saved, along with my worship of your face have nearly expired.. except your looks still drive me nuts.. I’m in love.. famished at the banquet of love (where we fall sleep).
Awake, I can’t move further than my thoughts, always picturing you.. while pressing buttons.. but I have my sight on you, you see? God damn this remote, I can’t change it by myself, my eyes are awake, in my heart ..
Here, you take it.
Either way you could have set this remote for a sexier video —
Why not share it? The clips you saved, along with my worship of your face have nearly expired.. except your looks still drive me nuts.. I’m in love.. famished at the banquet of love (where we fall sleep).
Awake, I can’t move further than my thoughts, always picturing you.. while pressing buttons.. but I have my sight on you, you see? God damn this remote, I can’t change it by myself, my eyes are awake, in my heart ..
Here, you take it.
Language is spoken better where it’s re-taught. While you’re at it
sing out and fudge your correspondence. Then get off on your
resonance and offer joint events that promote your own ventures!
Professor, this ballad of how especially the ivory tower
is under entrepreneurial influence
— it’s a hair shy of failure as a tune or concession
to breaching cultural ergonomics — all of it.
sing out and fudge your correspondence. Then get off on your
resonance and offer joint events that promote your own ventures!
Professor, this ballad of how especially the ivory tower
is under entrepreneurial influence
— it’s a hair shy of failure as a tune or concession
to breaching cultural ergonomics — all of it.
1/18/23
A heedless apparatchik, I came to my senses later to strum the alert.
Modulating the self raises the stakes
according to types of daring.
Don’t be offended, demonstrate
a simple skill.
Self mastery begins thus,
With pencil marks across gessoed
Pearls — trance police
— I’m not sure anyone can
deal with them... turning into a
Spectacle — They’re taking dictation
put into thinking doing the math.
Space parlance & more intuition —
rhymed with situations beneath disappearing
Molecular
effects.
Modulating the self raises the stakes
according to types of daring.
Don’t be offended, demonstrate
a simple skill.
Self mastery begins thus,
With pencil marks across gessoed
Pearls — trance police
— I’m not sure anyone can
deal with them... turning into a
Spectacle — They’re taking dictation
put into thinking doing the math.
Space parlance & more intuition —
rhymed with situations beneath disappearing
Molecular
effects.
13: Son, father, if we were only our barren selves
we’d bear up against recursive instincts.. It’s so
hard
to toss instincts back into love’s valise. We pirated the code.
I can’t say we did it willingly (signing our land leases through dueling storm gusts). In honor? None!
Only better, only you and I love in full.
You give me spring in long form before a certain fall,
against winter and death, my love. Even in spring in my arms you now —
Surely you know each of us still ‘prepares’
Only for life and love of all, eternally in love.
we’d bear up against recursive instincts.. It’s so
hard
to toss instincts back into love’s valise. We pirated the code.
I can’t say we did it willingly (signing our land leases through dueling storm gusts). In honor? None!
Only better, only you and I love in full.
You give me spring in long form before a certain fall,
against winter and death, my love. Even in spring in my arms you now —
Surely you know each of us still ‘prepares’
Only for life and love of all, eternally in love.
The crisis is not an
object but life movement, explosions
funneling a hegemonic pulsation — and due to substitution
Gustave Flaubert haunts this o
beside your double vanity, while keeping fit ...
On the run, playing with tribal goals, how funny you are..
There are bass chords you kept inside.
Between descriptions, silence, a periphery.
No way to describe — much less rhyme — hiding on the loose.
Loosely hiding? Let’s compost for a mo.
Flaubert loose in the air wonders how high an apartment we’ll have.
object but life movement, explosions
funneling a hegemonic pulsation — and due to substitution
Gustave Flaubert haunts this o
beside your double vanity, while keeping fit ...
On the run, playing with tribal goals, how funny you are..
There are bass chords you kept inside.
Between descriptions, silence, a periphery.
No way to describe — much less rhyme — hiding on the loose.
Loosely hiding? Let’s compost for a mo.
Flaubert loose in the air wonders how high an apartment we’ll have.
1/17/23
We fell in love and enjoyed it when the vertex saw you off. Later we got dressed for golf, and congregated in the face with peers.
Better now if we didn’t digress but file out a shade apart to trail so many copycat champions of democracy.
Heaven is in the heart with its egg drop of credos, documents, from which large scale dull instruments are tossed upon the freeze.
Say you’ll be back. A blast of cold air
Stoked by an invasion of intimacy.
Better now if we didn’t digress but file out a shade apart to trail so many copycat champions of democracy.
Heaven is in the heart with its egg drop of credos, documents, from which large scale dull instruments are tossed upon the freeze.
Say you’ll be back. A blast of cold air
Stoked by an invasion of intimacy.
The crisis to now: Form is not
object but double identity, an explosive
funneling a non-hegemonic pulse — and due to substitution
off rhyme gathers in the moment.
You look fabulous, a strong monster
under scrutiny from your upcoming voiceover!
Some will have heard everything.
But that’s when we fundamentally begin to wander
Like adjunct pleasure twins once in a trance, just this once.
object but double identity, an explosive
funneling a non-hegemonic pulse — and due to substitution
off rhyme gathers in the moment.
You look fabulous, a strong monster
under scrutiny from your upcoming voiceover!
Some will have heard everything.
But that’s when we fundamentally begin to wander
Like adjunct pleasure twins once in a trance, just this once.
Pound. Confused or colorful, often gaudy, a mazed creature, vagabond within a Dutch bordello (condottiere inflated), involved in deliberately ambiguous strains of professorial fat (think of Cathay). A motley mayor to his inlet, his weeded self, a speck of a noun beat against cymbals, a puzzler over a paronomasia offered by anti-popes and holy fools who wore down the degringolades and moving tyros at the head of modernity —
In the forefront of wooden tones, EP served his victims the mystery dead hand, uncertainty occulted and shiny. We borrow from EP, tracing him down now to throw him into erumpent, latticed breakthroughs he first walked into, then over. A discolored specialist for a mendacious tomorrow, a tomorrow indefinitely remote, not new, rantipole yet superfine.
Had Pound retroactively polluted intake of the high modernist toxins that aesthetic portends? Poetry released of all responsibilities regrouped, rooted in political indifference, self-abnegation, self-defense. Poetry no longer invoked to try history.
In the forefront of wooden tones, EP served his victims the mystery dead hand, uncertainty occulted and shiny. We borrow from EP, tracing him down now to throw him into erumpent, latticed breakthroughs he first walked into, then over. A discolored specialist for a mendacious tomorrow, a tomorrow indefinitely remote, not new, rantipole yet superfine.
Had Pound retroactively polluted intake of the high modernist toxins that aesthetic portends? Poetry released of all responsibilities regrouped, rooted in political indifference, self-abnegation, self-defense. Poetry no longer invoked to try history.
1/16/23
This could have been a sonnet lit from within
visual poetry. I never use that word now.
In better versions, cunning and pathos =
appropriate flattery.
No such outsource to dispute where I’ll...
I’ll try for an overweight, imitative invention,
what some call civil
disservice for repeat intake. Talk about that word.
visual poetry. I never use that word now.
In better versions, cunning and pathos =
appropriate flattery.
No such outsource to dispute where I’ll...
I’ll try for an overweight, imitative invention,
what some call civil
disservice for repeat intake. Talk about that word.
A petting zoo cannot stand for practice?
As a curator of sorts, I have to ask. A lot.
Your space calls for more.
Defy self interest.
What’s left is alpine only in one direction,
but metabolism will live on / off anyhow, all
along with clumsy, fearless tempos,
a framework for rants surrounded by cool ceramic
wallboard, balmy altar figures.. worth conserving or not?
Swimmer:
Our models are you & everything I can live by w/out being
sequestered or bitterly charged for my shortcomings.
Ballooning in harmony around some parts of sky
I understand as profuse clouds. Understand as in take in.
Huh? Is it the fire? Up in ideal sparks’ glow
made indispensable for smearing a light force
that travels down in a tiered border-like scrawl?
As a curator of sorts, I have to ask. A lot.
Your space calls for more.
Defy self interest.
What’s left is alpine only in one direction,
but metabolism will live on / off anyhow, all
along with clumsy, fearless tempos,
a framework for rants surrounded by cool ceramic
wallboard, balmy altar figures.. worth conserving or not?
Swimmer:
Our models are you & everything I can live by w/out being
sequestered or bitterly charged for my shortcomings.
Ballooning in harmony around some parts of sky
I understand as profuse clouds. Understand as in take in.
Huh? Is it the fire? Up in ideal sparks’ glow
made indispensable for smearing a light force
that travels down in a tiered border-like scrawl?
Sonnet 65:
Cultural boundlessness in impulsive concealment.. it could be a physics meditation held outdoors last summer. All night flower action evolved stronger, steelier pretexts, many out of hand.. petals and stems hold sway over an impregnable tease.
In time you and I hold our own, stumbling upon a rare birthmark holding out for continuity as it were — trademarks of both natural and technical production, mortal yet like honey bright in value or a variable of summer either way.
Cultural boundlessness in impulsive concealment.. it could be a physics meditation held outdoors last summer. All night flower action evolved stronger, steelier pretexts, many out of hand.. petals and stems hold sway over an impregnable tease.
In time you and I hold our own, stumbling upon a rare birthmark holding out for continuity as it were — trademarks of both natural and technical production, mortal yet like honey bright in value or a variable of summer either way.
On one side: complex gangly, mostly mute. They apologize for the inconvenience.
Tons of special forces in silhouette .. we’ll ..
try to put into words from juked electronics simulcasting through long views. Near the power top filling with capacitance-assistants &
theorists of a visual world culture wholly populated by posturing.
Tons of special forces in silhouette .. we’ll ..
try to put into words from juked electronics simulcasting through long views. Near the power top filling with capacitance-assistants &
theorists of a visual world culture wholly populated by posturing.
1/15/23
Sir Fric and Frac. Remember them?
Fric just called in, said “We were swimming naked, a word I often use to characterize my falsehoods. I wasn’t looking when I came out of my laps and grabbed another human. I felt something strange but familiar.
To me, bringing this up this late in the afternoon is totemic.”
I fell silent and wrote it down.
*
The love-it-’til it-bellows medium we can write thru is about momentary truth-telling thru lies, especially. A range of conversation impressed into uncluttered opinion, dedicated sentences.
Proportioned asides.
A kitchen to reheat lasana.
Wake up and work.
Fric just called in, said “We were swimming naked, a word I often use to characterize my falsehoods. I wasn’t looking when I came out of my laps and grabbed another human. I felt something strange but familiar.
To me, bringing this up this late in the afternoon is totemic.”
I fell silent and wrote it down.
*
The love-it-’til it-bellows medium we can write thru is about momentary truth-telling thru lies, especially. A range of conversation impressed into uncluttered opinion, dedicated sentences.
Proportioned asides.
A kitchen to reheat lasana.
Wake up and work.
101: It gave me an earache when our best senses started to cool — praising silence long truant, and overdue. No amends. Beauty needs no pencil or eraser.
I still reference both our senses, truth, beauty, in primary season.
And I’m back intermixing, fixing and lifting text, you in the foreground with shared memories. (“Make answer, Muse..” take everything.. we need nothing..)
We grabbed the narrator (we couldn’t rule him out), staying blithe in twin columns.
I still reference both our senses, truth, beauty, in primary season.
And I’m back intermixing, fixing and lifting text, you in the foreground with shared memories. (“Make answer, Muse..” take everything.. we need nothing..)
We grabbed the narrator (we couldn’t rule him out), staying blithe in twin columns.
Heated inference, compressed form, along with a ‘crown’ of contradictions
veer dimensional rhetoric to here with you.
Our capital is redeemable, since our must-haves change directions and they’ll barely pertain, and why should they? What’s on our minds will be low on the must list, even lower than that. Narrative reprobates
— with a kill-agenda — tickled into corruption.
Here is one place you and I may detect a language driver, untidy and young
and speaking up without permission. In other words,
grammar gets somewhere then stops. The meaning of wind withers your good looks.
In mentalist rhetoric one lives language over to outrun one’s sophistry.
veer dimensional rhetoric to here with you.
Our capital is redeemable, since our must-haves change directions and they’ll barely pertain, and why should they? What’s on our minds will be low on the must list, even lower than that. Narrative reprobates
— with a kill-agenda — tickled into corruption.
Here is one place you and I may detect a language driver, untidy and young
and speaking up without permission. In other words,
grammar gets somewhere then stops. The meaning of wind withers your good looks.
In mentalist rhetoric one lives language over to outrun one’s sophistry.
Core harmonic structure: call back when you want
— The world becoming flat and falling across
The telling (of)
(Instances of)
Citationality exceeding everyone’s old wounds, genetic
Streaks and — weird! — high wails of titanic fog, sifting down from
Rain ceilings (of)
The snow. The snowing. The across (falling),
It is (falling) across
Morton Feldman.
— The world becoming flat and falling across
The telling (of)
(Instances of)
Citationality exceeding everyone’s old wounds, genetic
Streaks and — weird! — high wails of titanic fog, sifting down from
Rain ceilings (of)
The snow. The snowing. The across (falling),
It is (falling) across
Morton Feldman.
1/14/23
It’s a kind slide knot. Or not. We have functional emotions and this much-traveled vocabulary of affects.
To learn something about what you mean is to let fine fettle overcome despair, overcome entropy. For a quiet start, try zero gravity. But you don’t keep any larvae. They’re apart. Their cloying song goes out mutely and you feel a need to ache in their baby blue blather, calmly, accruing intimacy. Hey — Never stop imploring.
*
Show us your papers, fly!
To learn something about what you mean is to let fine fettle overcome despair, overcome entropy. For a quiet start, try zero gravity. But you don’t keep any larvae. They’re apart. Their cloying song goes out mutely and you feel a need to ache in their baby blue blather, calmly, accruing intimacy. Hey — Never stop imploring.
*
Show us your papers, fly!
45: Sir, libido and swift words send and return messages — coming back as lighter air (thoughts) and quick fire (desire). Air and fire are both with you (wherever I am).
When I hear nothing from you — I’m no longer glad or assured, merely present-absent, oppressed by melancholy
as it were.
It feels I’ve sent my desire away, far away from me, sad for you.
When I hear nothing from you — I’m no longer glad or assured, merely present-absent, oppressed by melancholy
as it were.
It feels I’ve sent my desire away, far away from me, sad for you.
Long day, maestro. I’ll phone (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 measurements
— to section our mountainous itches and engagements
— to go over, mix more with priests,
top cashiers in health evangilism — it’s called free to worship.
egressing. We’ve achieved very little even with our arguments intact,
noting there’s pride — I didn’t take any — pride in our measurements
— to section our mountainous itches and engagements
— to go over, mix more with priests,
top cashiers in health evangilism — it’s called free to worship.
1/13/23
Psychotropic bios diagnosed as bare truth-
Stratagems. Siphon starters. Also the rank
I confer on the next available one who is consonant and balanced, living and perhaps dying with that 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. Long day, maestro. I’ll phone (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 measurements
— to section our mountainous itches and engagements
— to go over, mix more with priests,
top cashiers in health evangilism — it’s called free to worship.
Stratagems. Siphon starters. Also the rank
I confer on the next available one who is consonant and balanced, living and perhaps dying with that 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. Long day, maestro. I’ll phone (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 measurements
— to section our mountainous itches and engagements
— to go over, mix more with priests,
top cashiers in health evangilism — it’s called free to worship.
*
1)
Reading back: Defense owns — there seem — accents — these:
such on put days, our
moving & light, puzzling in place
of morning winter smiles .. a chorus
Emerges which on canvas ..
noises w/ filled silence ..
*
2)
Here’s a proposition. Start over. Compelling work toasts knowledge construction — in the plainest speak — as well as finds, explains & reforms infinitesimal times-spaces. Your optimism is required (a) to keep everything open for reform; (b) to understand we are beginning the work, always.
1)
Reading back: Defense owns — there seem — accents — these:
such on put days, our
moving & light, puzzling in place
of morning winter smiles .. a chorus
Emerges which on canvas ..
noises w/ filled silence ..
*
2)
Here’s a proposition. Start over. Compelling work toasts knowledge construction — in the plainest speak — as well as finds, explains & reforms infinitesimal times-spaces. Your optimism is required (a) to keep everything open for reform; (b) to understand we are beginning the work, always.
96: This is weird. A focus group from the groom’s side picked us both, agreeing
w/ newer media that features young, wanton candidates, lower right, with your lips, center frame, moving
up and down, sport documentation, more or less:
The groom was in the vicinity, being led astray...
Here’s the stumper.
Whatever base or ism, the urge to love is put down to error and class anthropology.
We open our front door and see what the state’s strength translates to. The shortest path ignited by havoc, honest and exhausted gazers. Geezers and young geezers. From it’s-not-the-same-now all the way to a nanoscience of celebrating honest betrayal. Sort of addictive.
Wanton anthropology won.
The groom was in the vicinity, being led astray...
Here’s the stumper.
Whatever base or ism, the urge to love is put down to error and class anthropology.
We open our front door and see what the state’s strength translates to. The shortest path ignited by havoc, honest and exhausted gazers. Geezers and young geezers. From it’s-not-the-same-now all the way to a nanoscience of celebrating honest betrayal. Sort of addictive.
Wanton anthropology won.
Add your touch and everyone you touch, everything you see, good sounds and less dustup as you walk or sit along the surface nearby, fielding all pangs as well as faculties for balance, direction of toes and feet, tastes and smells, obscure motions, textures, feelings from everything so far.
Bring that..
Bring that..
Muted desperation, the flip side of formalism, the in-your-face improvisers hold our attention. [‘We’ = a match in perseverance.] Hannah Weiner is perhaps our most performative, non algebraic example. The young John Wieners (and I’d stress the elder as much or more). There are texts and opuses that look unplanned and freely improvised. Can algorithms be improvised? According to code, of course. The human names are familiar. O’Hara, Ceravolo, stretches of Notley, Mayer. Sometimes Spicer, sometimes not. The wildness of not knowing where each is taking us would be a common satisfaction. Today’s practice comprises the layering of plans and improvisation; post-Coleman we speak freely of fake jazz and listen for positive results. Similarly, the fake improv of atomized procedures — to point to a solid phenomenon — allows for a number of false questions — Can algorithms be improvised? — along the way to sketching a counter addendum (nachträglich) between plan, no plan, a bicameral entry to inquiry about where writer and the writing are going away.
1/12/23
A petting zoo cannot stand for practice?
As a curator of sorts, you have to ask. A lot.
Your space calls for more.
Defy self interest.
It’s alpine only in one direction,
but metabolism will live, all
along with clumsy fearless tempos,
a framework for rants backed by cool ceramic
wallboard, balmy alter figures.. worth keeping or not?
Swimmer:
You & everything I can live by w/out being
sequestered or charged for shortcomings.
Ballooning in harmony is good around some parts of sky,
Profuse clouds. I see them as in take in.
Huh? Is it love of fire?
I see smearing light
down a tiered border-like scrawl?
As a curator of sorts, you have to ask. A lot.
Your space calls for more.
Defy self interest.
It’s alpine only in one direction,
but metabolism will live, all
along with clumsy fearless tempos,
a framework for rants backed by cool ceramic
wallboard, balmy alter figures.. worth keeping or not?
Swimmer:
You & everything I can live by w/out being
sequestered or charged for shortcomings.
Ballooning in harmony is good around some parts of sky,
Profuse clouds. I see them as in take in.
Huh? Is it love of fire?
I see smearing light
down a tiered border-like scrawl?
To be a stronger critic I use a true key with you (a reach).
You gave me hiccups back then, up to floor six. Now, years in the future, my senses are restored. An unoccupied mind long overdue.
To go on is to run up against narrative: actually a proxy measure, one affected by expressions of interest over future time.
As the future holds, I’m lying about the lies we teach.
You gave me hiccups back then, up to floor six. Now, years in the future, my senses are restored. An unoccupied mind long overdue.
To go on is to run up against narrative: actually a proxy measure, one affected by expressions of interest over future time.
As the future holds, I’m lying about the lies we teach.
147: The float learns amour’s fever is a disease
as desire can be death, unwelcome overnight:
“The float is radiant, jammed with wares.”
Had we anticipated, not long ago, “but no, had I been
eloquent, bright
— we’d need no captions.”
Love’s discourse anticipates that base point, past cure, past care ..
Why do words leave me when there’s one more move to go?
Tho vainly expressed, longing is still fed by our appetite to please.
as desire can be death, unwelcome overnight:
“The float is radiant, jammed with wares.”
Had we anticipated, not long ago, “but no, had I been
eloquent, bright
— we’d need no captions.”
Love’s discourse anticipates that base point, past cure, past care ..
Why do words leave me when there’s one more move to go?
Tho vainly expressed, longing is still fed by our appetite to please.
To be a stronger critic I use a true key with you (a reach).
You gave me hiccups back then, up to floor six. Now, years in the future, my senses are restored. An unoccupied mind long overdue.
To go on is to run up against narrative: actually a proxy measure, one affected by expressions of interest over future time.
As the future holds, I’m lying about the lies we teach.
You gave me hiccups back then, up to floor six. Now, years in the future, my senses are restored. An unoccupied mind long overdue.
To go on is to run up against narrative: actually a proxy measure, one affected by expressions of interest over future time.
As the future holds, I’m lying about the lies we teach.
1/11/23
24: One perspective: My eye sees an art. Good background for you & me to look through
a whole school of them
who can pick you up, take the day off,
away from hangers-on. Painters will be drawn to your skill & results — your active image.
Your glazed eye for an eye, goods, returns both physical & in thought
winning
attention, even as more models file by in your body frame —
painters look them over to retrace your form, never knowing your heart.
a whole school of them
who can pick you up, take the day off,
away from hangers-on. Painters will be drawn to your skill & results — your active image.
Your glazed eye for an eye, goods, returns both physical & in thought
winning
attention, even as more models file by in your body frame —
painters look them over to retrace your form, never knowing your heart.
1/10/23
3 acts to living comprise the intervals it contains minus select channels —
life like deep blurs formally at odds, one segment, 2 new episodes.
Life in split seconds joining a bigger movement in time w/ no data.
The last dialogs are libertine laced w/ Frankfurt School brio & science fiction.
Your writing here
you’re reading at another
time coming at you later yet now.
life like deep blurs formally at odds, one segment, 2 new episodes.
Life in split seconds joining a bigger movement in time w/ no data.
The last dialogs are libertine laced w/ Frankfurt School brio & science fiction.
Your writing here
you’re reading at another
time coming at you later yet now.
56: Lament —
Prose enters a poem. It has a work permit, a blunter edge. That’s why
The place has been wiped clean of unforced errors. A sad interim:
The poem essay invests in spontaneity gleaned from what icons blur;
Hey, there are no middle class poem essayists. Yet, we can rubber any room —
My advice for exploring ideas, renew your force, stick to the sentence.
Come daily to the return of love tomorrow, today.
To go along continue needing more riches, sharper appetites as it were.
Rare thanks for the view.
Prose enters a poem. It has a work permit, a blunter edge. That’s why
The place has been wiped clean of unforced errors. A sad interim:
The poem essay invests in spontaneity gleaned from what icons blur;
Hey, there are no middle class poem essayists. Yet, we can rubber any room —
My advice for exploring ideas, renew your force, stick to the sentence.
Come daily to the return of love tomorrow, today.
To go along continue needing more riches, sharper appetites as it were.
Rare thanks for the view.
There are too many of you to paraphrase.
Favorite singers reradiate the calmative afterlife attached to
Learned consensus turning to early performance; both puerile in a hybrid present, possessive voice, the going song’s deep pitch shows up inaudibly
in the hindbrain, Hun, as libido constitutes foreknowledge, glistening aimlessly.
Bruise will be stopping by later or presently.
Favorite singers reradiate the calmative afterlife attached to
Learned consensus turning to early performance; both puerile in a hybrid present, possessive voice, the going song’s deep pitch shows up inaudibly
in the hindbrain, Hun, as libido constitutes foreknowledge, glistening aimlessly.
Bruise will be stopping by later or presently.
1/9/23
Don’t care, don’t moan, lie only about what’s really
colossal — masking your vanity becomes the tortured challenge clinging to verse. And.
To vanity, tyranny’s conditional surrenderer,
I was thinking of god’s shoplift energy ..
Hold on, I was handed this bag of sentences.
And this is what I did not want to say.
colossal — masking your vanity becomes the tortured challenge clinging to verse. And.
To vanity, tyranny’s conditional surrenderer,
I was thinking of god’s shoplift energy ..
Hold on, I was handed this bag of sentences.
And this is what I did not want to say.
I am is still here, somebody’s purring could not be put off. (One dissipates the other.) And one sorority-fraterniy reviews egg whites in their spare, bubbly zeal to outpace an apparatus (not properly issued for commentary).
*
Wrong. Constantly wrong was once correct. (Seriously? But what’s with identity. What about that?)
[can’t stop it...through
language [going in] [out...] cheesy time lapses in which [animating backward] speech & narrative continuity become incrementally
transformed into a bit deeper structures affixing Old Norse phonemes to nonobserving verbs. ]
Now my head is cleared.
Still if we had grounds I’d subside higher up having you weed out caution.
You? I call all this you leaving me.
*
Wrong. Constantly wrong was once correct. (Seriously? But what’s with identity. What about that?)
[can’t stop it...through
language [going in] [out...] cheesy time lapses in which [animating backward] speech & narrative continuity become incrementally
transformed into a bit deeper structures affixing Old Norse phonemes to nonobserving verbs. ]
Now my head is cleared.
Still if we had grounds I’d subside higher up having you weed out caution.
You? I call all this you leaving me.
79: How it may happen
On a byway, patrol lights
— Security vans flow in aid. Further uphill
Hauling “rays of virtue” — stolen beauty, yours.
You can afford it.
He rubbed your lips in his sweet travail.
Your position / your opinion count, an easy argument
Made worthier— he praises you, cheek to jowl.
Then you hand it over to him & have your way —
you thank him — &
Pay him what I owe.
On a byway, patrol lights
— Security vans flow in aid. Further uphill
Hauling “rays of virtue” — stolen beauty, yours.
You can afford it.
He rubbed your lips in his sweet travail.
Your position / your opinion count, an easy argument
Made worthier— he praises you, cheek to jowl.
Then you hand it over to him & have your way —
you thank him — &
Pay him what I owe.
I don’t know that much about you [hh.. ] but you remind me of someone
Who can recall profound formality taking shape not that far off, quelling torture.
Half a day goes by and
You are [hh.. h..] unattainable,
Hypersensitive to chaos, a thing to uphold.
Pull over, [hiccup] this is serious.
Soft fear and recurring despair, the flip end to formalism ...
Who can recall profound formality taking shape not that far off, quelling torture.
Half a day goes by and
You are [hh.. h..] unattainable,
Hypersensitive to chaos, a thing to uphold.
Pull over, [hiccup] this is serious.
Soft fear and recurring despair, the flip end to formalism ...
1/8/23
Sonnet 135:
To commune sounds spacious, un-calm, bent to boot. In the same call you vex prerogatives, that is, your voice does. (I’ll table the large difference.)
“The sea.. all water”
— Your message is mixed but never better aligned for an abundant way or a will of mine. We’re rich together in our acceptance of death — death will be our hideout, learning the ropes, perusing scraps and hopes of coping.
The unoccupied mind long overdue. The you
I still reference in primary season. With your suitcase.
I’ll pack for the gracious aftershock of your going ahead, reading, lifting, adding and reflective or reflecting? you in the foreground, all water.
To commune sounds spacious, un-calm, bent to boot. In the same call you vex prerogatives, that is, your voice does. (I’ll table the large difference.)
“The sea.. all water”
— Your message is mixed but never better aligned for an abundant way or a will of mine. We’re rich together in our acceptance of death — death will be our hideout, learning the ropes, perusing scraps and hopes of coping.
The unoccupied mind long overdue. The you
I still reference in primary season. With your suitcase.
I’ll pack for the gracious aftershock of your going ahead, reading, lifting, adding and reflective or reflecting? you in the foreground, all water.
1/7/23
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 food planets, sympathizing
With a numbers guru also the director — one of them that never knew diet as liberty.
Often that’s a normal baritone and determinative section to sing:
Spencerian, bodily stranded leaving food fights to the professionals.
Even as soiled oceans rewild deserts
All our props are dextrose contingent.
Or I was wondering about invention of food planets, sympathizing
With a numbers guru also the director — one of them that never knew diet as liberty.
Often that’s a normal baritone and determinative section to sing:
Spencerian, bodily stranded leaving food fights to the professionals.
A hobby becomes the color of things, quiet addiction, abundance in the heart.
Does it hold the same seasonal affect looking for recompense?
Back to me. I know what I need, blindfolded.
So? Look this over. Inept this.
You’ll see purpose in intervals. Everyone showed, minus one presence.
Evidently,
Yours
Does it hold the same seasonal affect looking for recompense?
Back to me. I know what I need, blindfolded.
So? Look this over. Inept this.
You’ll see purpose in intervals. Everyone showed, minus one presence.
Evidently,
Yours
114: I say.
I say drink up.
We or most of us have a destiny in flattery, avid aftermaths.
My eyes drink in thanks for there’s so much turning lesser sin to perfect gusto. So many substitutes. So many fat chances —
But now it’s beyond that.
O I say it’s late to vocalize what my mind sinks to, finding you only in resemblances.
I say drink up.
We or most of us have a destiny in flattery, avid aftermaths.
My eyes drink in thanks for there’s so much turning lesser sin to perfect gusto. So many substitutes. So many fat chances —
But now it’s beyond that.
O I say it’s late to vocalize what my mind sinks to, finding you only in resemblances.
After glamour there’s revisionist power, a legacy inside us. Wo-
lfed down improv crap — we’re pre-wired or is there a fee?
Radiance now is in a lather. Remember deliverance?
“What if it doesn’t work. Then what?” Everything works.
In any time and place of our choosing: Act gathered, there.
True love brings on a physician practiced in the art of relapse.
lfed down improv crap — we’re pre-wired or is there a fee?
Radiance now is in a lather. Remember deliverance?
“What if it doesn’t work. Then what?” Everything works.
In any time and place of our choosing: Act gathered, there.
True love brings on a physician practiced in the art of relapse.
1/6/23
Our place: A diminished mood will be buoyed by scatterings of photos, books, many unread. More atextual sources as fodder for new faculties for text, new ontological components for bringing up humid composing, as well as subprocesses harder to isolate and observe as they flood short term memory. We keep the feed in balance for two (or three or as many as you like). More liberal arts breaks further from esthetic scholasticism, inventing new suppositions for research and intimacy. After new government, wiry empirical jolts, an ambience of enmeshments within a readymade mood and control structure parallel to voc-ed in poetics; appliance hint: bring a metronome.
107: Even tho you can’t concentrate, you’re in a balmy place, Mel’s,
A place I’ve never been before. You’re looking down on things to come.
You look fresh. You have on your eyeliner again.
I like what you’re hoping to proclaim this time.
Down with tyrants, their crests and tombs.
No sad augurs, fewer uncertainties.
Suppose forfeiting doom, suppose
Peace with no death in a world wide with dreaming endlessly.
A place I’ve never been before. You’re looking down on things to come.
You look fresh. You have on your eyeliner again.
I like what you’re hoping to proclaim this time.
Down with tyrants, their crests and tombs.
No sad augurs, fewer uncertainties.
Suppose forfeiting doom, suppose
Peace with no death in a world wide with dreaming endlessly.
Psychotropic bios diagnosed as bare truth-
Stratagems: Siphon starters. Add the rank
I confer to the next available beauty, living and perhaps dying with one
Until our love goes broke — summarily I’m screwed of what beauty was.
I center then on perception (for another purpose), sustaining losses out of free irony.
Stratagems: Siphon starters. Add the rank
I confer to the next available beauty, living and perhaps dying with one
Until our love goes broke — summarily I’m screwed of what beauty was.
I center then on perception (for another purpose), sustaining losses out of free irony.
1/5/23
Often a partner in comp can be deliberately passive-aggressive like any Pilgrim. I’m kidding to scatter.
In this one my partner is disguised as a scatterer that spies on me and others. There he goes —
stomping across borders. That is his
moonlight with the look of lard. It’s indispensable smearing a glow
down over Earth changing it into flummoxed packets of energy, wearing maroon cords.
In this one my partner is disguised as a scatterer that spies on me and others. There he goes —
stomping across borders. That is his
moonlight with the look of lard. It’s indispensable smearing a glow
down over Earth changing it into flummoxed packets of energy, wearing maroon cords.
We chew to 1 side, noted by 3rd parties
Superego abstractions hanging out in their unusual white corridors
Suggesting we’re still trembling from the
Physical act of mowing. And now
It’s sprinkling, a brilliant backdrop adding up cruxes
With a so called mother glossary, 2nd-
Order noncommercial gists pitted together as cognates
Still coming to seed and adornment,
Half-audible ricochets hitting us as if we’re part of the lawn.
Superego abstractions hanging out in their unusual white corridors
Suggesting we’re still trembling from the
Physical act of mowing. And now
It’s sprinkling, a brilliant backdrop adding up cruxes
With a so called mother glossary, 2nd-
Order noncommercial gists pitted together as cognates
Still coming to seed and adornment,
Half-audible ricochets hitting us as if we’re part of the lawn.
137: Lovers are blind fools among the true and false. You never see what they see. You’re wide awake thinking this through until a subfocus gets lost. You can’t see and you grow accustomed, so to speak, directly oblique : but pointedly there’s no one name escalated or united w/ the width of what beauty seems, is! And where love lies!
Bon équilibre, someone else will choke (and in a common language at that), one a 2nd person, you comprehend. What do you say? Why of falsehood, tell me — speak to the wide world where several are over-partial to love’s judgment. Why should my heart do anything more?
Yet I give up my weak words thinking they seem right-not-right. I’ll hack at better reasons to try for more with the grit of fairer and fouler understatement, neither the worst or best.
And you know, that’s what’s wrong then. Over-partial over you I too can’t see what the world sees..
Bon équilibre, someone else will choke (and in a common language at that), one a 2nd person, you comprehend. What do you say? Why of falsehood, tell me — speak to the wide world where several are over-partial to love’s judgment. Why should my heart do anything more?
Yet I give up my weak words thinking they seem right-not-right. I’ll hack at better reasons to try for more with the grit of fairer and fouler understatement, neither the worst or best.
And you know, that’s what’s wrong then. Over-partial over you I too can’t see what the world sees..
We chew to 1 side, noted by 3rd parties
Superego abstractions hanging out in their unusual white corridors
Suggesting we’re still trembling from the
Physical act of mowing. And now
It’s sprinkling, a brilliant backdrop adding up cruxes
With a so called mother glossary, 2nd-
Order noncommercial gists pitted together as cognates
Still coming to seed and adornment,
Half-audible ricochets hitting us as if we’re part of the lawn.
Superego abstractions hanging out in their unusual white corridors
Suggesting we’re still trembling from the
Physical act of mowing. And now
It’s sprinkling, a brilliant backdrop adding up cruxes
With a so called mother glossary, 2nd-
Order noncommercial gists pitted together as cognates
Still coming to seed and adornment,
Half-audible ricochets hitting us as if we’re part of the lawn.
Granted on a more personal note, I maintain a liberal, apolitical esthetic for one more time.
The place was firmly democratized, sir. The beginning seemed and was
interpenetration among important parallel scenery et cetera running this. Tomorrow will mete out facts to impel more comfortable indeterminacy — for now anxious telepaths, minus me, rush sopping in devotion to their next decimal of the scenery. This might be why we’ll read over the presentation, juggle a few heads
and let you know when.
The place was firmly democratized, sir. The beginning seemed and was
interpenetration among important parallel scenery et cetera running this. Tomorrow will mete out facts to impel more comfortable indeterminacy — for now anxious telepaths, minus me, rush sopping in devotion to their next decimal of the scenery. This might be why we’ll read over the presentation, juggle a few heads
and let you know when.
1/4/23
Rationed compliments ensue secretly,
Honest accounting disappears like dysfunctions of context (text frame procedures) —
Physicalism adapts to amoral schemes.
I forget hints of confrontation let these other voices barge in, forward, back passing thru my early meditation.
As Isaac moves from consonance to desolated marsh,
let’s walk along with..? / Where to?
To the battlefront where nightly fingerprinting skyrockets — blasé for improvising at first, then for meeting deadlines.
Honest accounting disappears like dysfunctions of context (text frame procedures) —
Physicalism adapts to amoral schemes.
I forget hints of confrontation let these other voices barge in, forward, back passing thru my early meditation.
As Isaac moves from consonance to desolated marsh,
let’s walk along with..? / Where to?
To the battlefront where nightly fingerprinting skyrockets — blasé for improvising at first, then for meeting deadlines.
Any higher, they never snicker.
(There’s tighter discipline.
Then it’s said repetitive indiscretion goes too far
& some at mixed levels are more disposed
climbing into casual ritual, putting
their lives together getting & keeping down.)
For all my exes
may a zealous counterculture dart sweetly to life!
(There’s tighter discipline.
Then it’s said repetitive indiscretion goes too far
& some at mixed levels are more disposed
climbing into casual ritual, putting
their lives together getting & keeping down.)
For all my exes
may a zealous counterculture dart sweetly to life!
111: Before I turn into another cure of yours, yours for my sake, i.e., you have to know a corrective hand took away anything too crafty in my nature... I am more receptive to bad art now and long subdued from harm.. at last ah! nothing bitter, I’m your willing patient (almost). Fortunes, manners, means, everything doubly correct, crossing each fault line, far and away subdued. Pity in that sense what’s left, volitility, nothing else — the die cast.
Informality keeps the hosts busy — maximum stress & refined inelegance.
Doo-wop’s creepy; let us through.
Factor in visual plug-ins for calisthenics, just a load off the mirror.
Artisanal resonance turns into reflections out of which you finger-point to the horizon,
magnified and now askew, flaking off. So note what happens.
Yeah? A soar sport.
Soar and insert the bonus and exchange — what do you know!
Tongues, clean up to your neck — a radiant
pattern, your drain pipe, a phenomenal circumstance that can end
in a draw sustained by
getting up, stretching for another solar system.
Doo-wop’s creepy; let us through.
Factor in visual plug-ins for calisthenics, just a load off the mirror.
Artisanal resonance turns into reflections out of which you finger-point to the horizon,
magnified and now askew, flaking off. So note what happens.
Yeah? A soar sport.
Soar and insert the bonus and exchange — what do you know!
Tongues, clean up to your neck — a radiant
pattern, your drain pipe, a phenomenal circumstance that can end
in a draw sustained by
getting up, stretching for another solar system.
1/3/23
Rationed compliments ensue secretly,
Honest accounting disappears like dysfunctions of context (text frame procedures) —
Physicalism adapts to amoral schemes.
I forget hints of confrontation let these other voices barge in, forward, back passing thru my early meditation.
As Isaac moves from consonance to desolated marsh,
walk along with me. / Where to?
To the battlefront where nightly fingerprinting skyrockets — blasé for improvising at first, then it recoils to meet deadlines.
Honest accounting disappears like dysfunctions of context (text frame procedures) —
Physicalism adapts to amoral schemes.
I forget hints of confrontation let these other voices barge in, forward, back passing thru my early meditation.
As Isaac moves from consonance to desolated marsh,
walk along with me. / Where to?
To the battlefront where nightly fingerprinting skyrockets — blasé for improvising at first, then it recoils to meet deadlines.
148: Denoting esthetic correspondence! it can whip you up, call you back in your cunning ..
No marvel then how love is falsehood? love’s eye can’t be true? —
I mistake fault in my sight and fair similes for love you’ve put in my head.
How can the world say it’s not so,
how can it say it is? No ..
I’m mistaken in my view : blinded watching you thru tears :
the sun itself vexing until skies disapear
— Vexing me! O you!
No marvel then how love is falsehood? love’s eye can’t be true? —
I mistake fault in my sight and fair similes for love you’ve put in my head.
How can the world say it’s not so,
how can it say it is? No ..
I’m mistaken in my view : blinded watching you thru tears :
the sun itself vexing until skies disapear
— Vexing me! O you!
...pleasure before horticulture, that your box?
For today’s poet / art administrator, hissy fits of modesty are supposed to impress, yet they seem too easily swept up or vacuumed from the floor.
A year of taxes and you’re a geo-accepter of excess, but then again you’re a pragmatist (pre-empiricist), viewing, accordingly, being particles of pink turtlehead coneflower, Joe-Pye weed, twinleaf, wild bergamot, beardtongue, foaming of downy yellow violet.
Omniscience is officially sanctioned conjecture. So your modesty box shrinks as the evolution of disquiet grows cutthroat, boxes of arrivistes and custodians.
For today’s poet / art administrator, hissy fits of modesty are supposed to impress, yet they seem too easily swept up or vacuumed from the floor.
A year of taxes and you’re a geo-accepter of excess, but then again you’re a pragmatist (pre-empiricist), viewing, accordingly, being particles of pink turtlehead coneflower, Joe-Pye weed, twinleaf, wild bergamot, beardtongue, foaming of downy yellow violet.
Omniscience is officially sanctioned conjecture. So your modesty box shrinks as the evolution of disquiet grows cutthroat, boxes of arrivistes and custodians.
1/2/23
Beyond us, them, 4% atoms, tiny
wriggling strings; hidden, 22% of the tug —
dark and unknown prostrations
fixed on voices, a first luscious, noiseless bond.
Not running after, walking rapidly, I cross
the hall where the heat transfers ....
Transfers. We can call it that
adding up the lead and trapdoor time, eyes
open, moving, waiting, transferring
but hardly blasphemy. Not that I care.
An irrational lyric? You and I can’t transfer that,
touching on our dual roles as we reradiate consensus.
wriggling strings; hidden, 22% of the tug —
dark and unknown prostrations
fixed on voices, a first luscious, noiseless bond.
Not running after, walking rapidly, I cross
the hall where the heat transfers ....
Transfers. We can call it that
adding up the lead and trapdoor time, eyes
open, moving, waiting, transferring
but hardly blasphemy. Not that I care.
An irrational lyric? You and I can’t transfer that,
touching on our dual roles as we reradiate consensus.
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.
139: A poem fires up photoshop. Excuse me.
A poem is a picture as love well knows.
That your cunning lays upon my heart...
That drowns me out, my kitten, dear heart, but don’t wound me, not
this time, and never call me back to justify what’s wrong.
Your good looks attract my enemies — It’s your eyes
yet glances aside — with your unkind tongue you overpower me,
kill me outright, never through any art. So I’m defenseless.
Also I’ve saved all your robocalls to prove it.
I’m not kidding. No more calls, no pictures, please.
A poem is a picture as love well knows.
That your cunning lays upon my heart...
That drowns me out, my kitten, dear heart, but don’t wound me, not
this time, and never call me back to justify what’s wrong.
Your good looks attract my enemies — It’s your eyes
yet glances aside — with your unkind tongue you overpower me,
kill me outright, never through any art. So I’m defenseless.
Also I’ve saved all your robocalls to prove it.
I’m not kidding. No more calls, no pictures, please.
Spacetime.
Totally never-in, our keyless Platonism won’t stand up as practice /
not while evangelic angles of light conscientiously make a big deal taking us home.
Vaccinated, I have a merciless itch.. just what is this collapsed satori we travel into?
Quote: Passing the “casting
of cities,” thinking past us — end quote.
I’m never sure. I’m still a novice,
numb to knowing what conscience is.
Totally never-in, our keyless Platonism won’t stand up as practice /
not while evangelic angles of light conscientiously make a big deal taking us home.
Vaccinated, I have a merciless itch.. just what is this collapsed satori we travel into?
Quote: Passing the “casting
of cities,” thinking past us — end quote.
I’m never sure. I’m still a novice,
numb to knowing what conscience is.
1/1/23
A sparrow close-range, a dedicated follower,
packing a double voice range, gets into love trouble,
last blinded by the sea only tonight, this evening of the seals.
Two old seals suddenly lift in a renown wave, the same
in each. Humming back, large as the beach
staring away at first light.
When the light goes there are too many mental weights.
Light goes for gladness reasons. No
one you know, seals go too, mourning their orchard rounds.
packing a double voice range, gets into love trouble,
last blinded by the sea only tonight, this evening of the seals.
Two old seals suddenly lift in a renown wave, the same
in each. Humming back, large as the beach
staring away at first light.
When the light goes there are too many mental weights.
Light goes for gladness reasons. No
one you know, seals go too, mourning their orchard rounds.
127: C.V.: I’ve misspelled a sign celebrating ravenous yawns in fair use praxis, and there’s some age old false connection to an eyesore we dreamed up or might dream up, borrowing a face beauty slanders. There, inside, little agency, no intervention, only stripes of ideas multiplying nameless, profane, counting inventory, keeping faith from their esteemed orientation, mining their richest veins, designing solid, stoic codes that trigger stern satisfaction dusk thru midday, they think: So many infolding explosive arcs of competing constructs they flare up into neat blocks of aqueous shimmer! Blocks we’ve been party to after a late lunch.
Hitherto ethos susses southpaw disproportionality, so lovers per lifetime meet their lucky doubles halfway, borrowing a face here, slanting a blurred promise we had there or we don’t know we had, in shame letting it almost die down.
Hitherto ethos susses southpaw disproportionality, so lovers per lifetime meet their lucky doubles halfway, borrowing a face here, slanting a blurred promise we had there or we don’t know we had, in shame letting it almost die down.
(Someone asked me to float a tremor phonemic as old style bait.)
That’s like the sound and meaning dust flecks skim from the top while our so-named public face makes its living, almost kidding and choosing your chest, shoulders and hands to precipitate full clemency.
What kind of government overthrow takes bicameral
maneuvers more lightly?
That’s like the sound and meaning dust flecks skim from the top while our so-named public face makes its living, almost kidding and choosing your chest, shoulders and hands to precipitate full clemency.
What kind of government overthrow takes bicameral
maneuvers more lightly?
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