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’.
12/31/23
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 a 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 a fractional
infinite in the context / e.r.
OK I mean
I’m done.
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.
12/30/23
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.
Sobriety, not mine, makes the case for / against boredom in composition, that is, in the poem-making venture. Boredom? Blame it on near-relatives, the empire-prone who ride escalators up and down the Radisson nearest you.
Sociologists are stepping up and nodding off
Under the influence of futon cramps at home and similar familiar faces
Transporting pouti debs and elephant men,
Dostoevsky wrote.
Sociologists are stepping up and nodding off
Under the influence of futon cramps at home and similar familiar faces
Transporting pouti debs and elephant men,
Dostoevsky wrote.
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.
12/29/23
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.
12/28/23
I feel socialist. Rifling thru market snapshots, validating
The center
More than any single system, a tenet of
A huge agnostic discipline
About attitudes behind morals.
You know this open and shut —
But take it down again / or thumb thru
The balance left over from a computer breach
Of pure tides. Inhabit the tidal brim
To the point you don’t have to know more yoga than
We know now — nothing, less than nothing.
The center
More than any single system, a tenet of
A huge agnostic discipline
About attitudes behind morals.
You know this open and shut —
But take it down again / or thumb thru
The balance left over from a computer breach
Of pure tides. Inhabit the tidal brim
To the point you don’t have to know more yoga than
We know now — nothing, less than nothing.
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.
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!
12/27/23
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.
My voice is no object but holds a few 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.
My voice is no object but holds a few keys to hooded practices and activity — experience — your getting to turn channels, keeping your pulse — wailing it out to a tunnel .. ..
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.
12/26/23
Doing composition et al. change
While our frayed honeymoon was a pleasure, felt normative.
Pleasure gets exaggerated but there are three pleasure substitutes. Here’s one, an itch to borrow sentences to raise your consciousness.
Another is coming up with filaments like attrition of affects (watching your Apple watch).
Third, after a honeymoon deflections accrue.
While our frayed honeymoon was a pleasure, felt normative.
Pleasure gets exaggerated but there are three pleasure substitutes. Here’s one, an itch to borrow sentences to raise your consciousness.
Another is coming up with filaments like attrition of affects (watching your Apple watch).
Third, after a honeymoon deflections accrue.
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.
12/25/23
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.
Been holding our tongues. That’s how it works.
Non-interference takes charge, under which an authentic kindergarten language of crawling gets raised & siege is forcibly asserted. If this were true, working against deadline would shape the last steps of withdrawal from our deadlock with future attributes.
Meantime you targeted a fan like me because of familial obligations to ageless platitude, your camouflage in plain view, the focus of stiff winds over centuries-old middle ground.
In midlife I once had an idea today was over. I forgot, man.
With less & less destruction of evolution, we constitute the Odds-on-Group taking part in the co-ritual to outlast time.
Over & over. Today again.
Limb truncation covers about half the winners & victims in crossfire. How you handle questions & answers — anything you come up with will stomach fair use doctrine — what the privileged young play by. But the next elite resurgence is an elaborate gerrymander where all ambiguity vanishes for a seeming long time.
History is old as mutt.
Non-interference takes charge, under which an authentic kindergarten language of crawling gets raised & siege is forcibly asserted. If this were true, working against deadline would shape the last steps of withdrawal from our deadlock with future attributes.
Meantime you targeted a fan like me because of familial obligations to ageless platitude, your camouflage in plain view, the focus of stiff winds over centuries-old middle ground.
In midlife I once had an idea today was over. I forgot, man.
With less & less destruction of evolution, we constitute the Odds-on-Group taking part in the co-ritual to outlast time.
Over & over. Today again.
Limb truncation covers about half the winners & victims in crossfire. How you handle questions & answers — anything you come up with will stomach fair use doctrine — what the privileged young play by. But the next elite resurgence is an elaborate gerrymander where all ambiguity vanishes for a seeming long time.
History is old as mutt.
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.
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 rakes 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 rakes you all over. No victims.
12/24/23
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.
138: I admit I seem old.
I know what I need, feeling flattered when you think me astronomically young!
I know which of your subtleties are made of truth,
though pre-December persists in others, even you..
not to mention more traceable subtleties, your marketing
pizzazz, “up and running”
simple true-false-speaking we can trust
— even in the new year you follow love’s best habits
sweetly, obviously culled.. though
(away from you my days are past the best) ..
Invitation only.
I know what I need, feeling flattered when you think me astronomically young!
I know which of your subtleties are made of truth,
though pre-December persists in others, even you..
not to mention more traceable subtleties, your marketing
pizzazz, “up and running”
simple true-false-speaking we can trust
— even in the new year you follow love’s best habits
sweetly, obviously culled.. though
(away from you my days are past the best) ..
Invitation only.
12/23/23
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.
Sonnet 38:
Damn, can’t complain, when my muse
left we had a subject..
..next to nothing.. also a barred finch
flew off, raving — we took notes 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..
..next to nothing.. also a barred finch
flew off, raving — we took notes 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.
12/22/23
Our dual cosmos doodad is self-inflating like a product injection, a bit jittery from exertion, weathering in Beirut pebble and pale, lucent grays.
Colors go up all right, every stone seething with some claque firmly inside, giving access to haystacks that we call the multiverse, which all seem most like their antonyms for now...
Colors go up all right, every stone seething with some claque firmly inside, giving access to haystacks that we call the multiverse, which all seem most like their antonyms for now...
RNA itemizes tasks.
Do you like winter’s dares? Winter sports?
Or do you like being bubble-footed in dark briefs!
None of the above!
Nonfat, never satisfied, we live on the edge, they say,
we come from creatures far back, slowly calmed
by disquiet... we were of a kind they were to others, lacking
redoubled patrimony and finding-it-out tools. Just ask
distribution adjustment — they have those to spare..
The slew tasked down from behaviorist beliefs.
Do you like winter’s dares? Winter sports?
Or do you like being bubble-footed in dark briefs!
None of the above!
Nonfat, never satisfied, we live on the edge, they say,
we come from creatures far back, slowly calmed
by disquiet... we were of a kind they were to others, lacking
redoubled patrimony and finding-it-out tools. Just ask
distribution adjustment — they have those to spare..
The slew tasked down from behaviorist beliefs.
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...) 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.
12/21/23
Anyone can wish for ‘portal trans specificity,’
Me? I eliminate markers to get fully inside my face. Your face.
Your brow sports a few layers of sleep
relief, aching in baby, cutely accruing intimacy.
Meanwhile a new team works on peer strategy, yielding larger holds on cultural cynicism..
*
A kimono is entered, explaining ardor without thought, and with. It also explains our slender objectives wearing each other’s fragrance, weakening the night body.
*
A kimono is entered, explaining ardor without thought, and with. It also explains our slender objectives wearing each other’s fragrance, weakening the night body.
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!
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.
12/20/23
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.
12/19/23
The sun maybe
Burning you, other brilliant dislocations TBA, expected. Alternate forms go
Beyond predicates fixated on loud procedures
But in their giddy cases they look into a surfeit of space..
A sumptuous, soilless bend of the neck,
Angels — a happy title..
*
Maybe it’s only words, assembly, to hear you.
Angels are our absolute culminators, without our enzymes.
Burning you, other brilliant dislocations TBA, expected. Alternate forms go
Beyond predicates fixated on loud procedures
But in their giddy cases they look into a surfeit of space..
A sumptuous, soilless bend of the neck,
Angels — a happy title..
*
Maybe it’s only words, assembly, to hear you.
Angels are our absolute culminators, without our enzymes.
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!
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 nimbus-wet 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 nimbus-wet 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.
12/18/23
Taking flak, but unwilling to signal afar, this gong or that, neither hindsight advantage nor a flying object in future time. Leathernecks develop their own future humanism. I’ll grab my cover and scramble over here toward STEM skills, since my brain runs on a thin network promoting our prowess as we pivot from jokes and deals to an attention-grabbing ring of hysteria.
Our afterduty sketch begins.
Our afterduty sketch begins.
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.
12/17/23
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.
Reprobates — with a kill-agenda — are tickled into corruption.
With them, here is the place you and I may detect a language driver, untidy and young, deliberate despite the foundational rule of no rule
And speaking up without permission. In other words,
Sin gets somewhere then stops spreading. The wind withers our good looks.
In the held pattern we grow inner living language over — to pillory hindsight.
With them, here is the place you and I may detect a language driver, untidy and young, deliberate despite the foundational rule of no rule
And speaking up without permission. In other words,
Sin gets somewhere then stops spreading. The wind withers our good looks.
In the held pattern we grow inner living language over — to pillory hindsight.
48: One only care, a trifle..
Save where you aren’t / tho I feel you are. Careful now..
Your arms, 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 arms, 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.
12/16/23
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.
In a mean perspective Bartok reached for
the moon. How is that helpful?
With your brand one constant.. you cut the rest off...
Remembering you forgot your killer monologue.
Taking your curtain call anyway, you hobble
Away like a name dropper.
Emotions were something else, they don’t belong.
Follow instructions — slippers, noodles make us warm
‘As rouged scholars of what’s next to us’ repair to an adjoining perspective.
the moon. How is that helpful?
With your brand one constant.. you cut the rest off...
Remembering you forgot your killer monologue.
Taking your curtain call anyway, you hobble
Away like a name dropper.
Emotions were something else, they don’t belong.
Follow instructions — slippers, noodles make us warm
‘As rouged scholars of what’s next to us’ repair to an adjoining perspective.
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.
12/15/23
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.
This will be a short ride. Largely harmless.
For this is how the spring fern dropped over the aura of the photogenic vitamin to have stopped the sentence, fuzzed it. Yet one lacked the perfect raincoat, one’s self-reconciliation for past, stormy springs.
So you get it now about dualism, you make 4 walls the rendezvous, along with a winter roof, lounge in queue for more motorcades. You can’t predict what you are going to do sometimes, and there aren’t enough seasons to go around to encapsulate your suspicions. (for RR)
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 love to write.
Once our brains ripen, we won’t concede — neither to calm of victory or fear. At night, 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 love to write.
Once our brains ripen, we won’t concede — neither to calm of victory or fear. At night, 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.
12/14/23
The small of his back sends me packing.
Sulking with a hygienic view forward.
— On an Old Testament.. I pledged a wholly hidden idiom
Of renderings, spotlighting what’s
Missing!
The cracks should be bridged with the view outside, pears and Fuji oak, null
Passages in fog, moos of approval. Lots.
I then bring us over to our original towel, leaving what’s left to chance.
Sulking with a hygienic view forward.
— On an Old Testament.. I pledged a wholly hidden idiom
Of renderings, spotlighting what’s
Missing!
The cracks should be bridged with the view outside, pears and Fuji oak, null
Passages in fog, moos of approval. Lots.
I then bring us over to our original towel, leaving what’s left to chance.
82: Sing:
I swear..
...I’ll say it again, there’s dedicated speech to overlook, a high-five as you whisper this is a second emphasis, both natural and gross.
Philosopher A says strained rhetoric is a precious jewel but fake counters have been high-fived thruout English.
And therefore there’s no escape beneath the social parasail of rhetorical infighting. Plain speech commits us, forces us.
And forces love. You are as fair in speech and knowledge as in hue.
All devised in love, that’s the plain worst case, and ...here we are — I’ll give you a hand.
I swear..
...I’ll say it again, there’s dedicated speech to overlook, a high-five as you whisper this is a second emphasis, both natural and gross.
Philosopher A says strained rhetoric is a precious jewel but fake counters have been high-fived thruout English.
And therefore there’s no escape beneath the social parasail of rhetorical infighting. Plain speech commits us, forces us.
And forces love. You are as fair in speech and knowledge as in hue.
All devised in love, that’s the plain worst case, and ...here we are — I’ll give you a hand.
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.
12/13/23
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.
A beautiful writer is stunning, front and center. When
distracted, s/he hears “Continue − to enter the contest area − Continue.”
Some say, not going to lie, both of us botched a radius of this, destabilizing
‘oppositional’ temperament. On our side, we’re doing well, considering.
To consider the green wooded radius is greater work, cuts straight
through any restructure, throwing out hyper-nonliteral depth w/ gutsy, landscapist abandon.
The budget cuts (last line) are background to double-rhymed ambient scores.
Entire sectors feel it’s the end of capital, epic sums expended in slender career arcs.
The floodgates and instrumentation get redone for full
combat. We wonder about other churning bits of our lifeline.
It might be some freedoms are on probation ...
according to decision theory now. / Not only for continuing,
but the problem has been how.
distracted, s/he hears “Continue − to enter the contest area − Continue.”
Some say, not going to lie, both of us botched a radius of this, destabilizing
‘oppositional’ temperament. On our side, we’re doing well, considering.
To consider the green wooded radius is greater work, cuts straight
through any restructure, throwing out hyper-nonliteral depth w/ gutsy, landscapist abandon.
The budget cuts (last line) are background to double-rhymed ambient scores.
Entire sectors feel it’s the end of capital, epic sums expended in slender career arcs.
The floodgates and instrumentation get redone for full
combat. We wonder about other churning bits of our lifeline.
It might be some freedoms are on probation ...
according to decision theory now. / Not only for continuing,
but the problem has been how.
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.
12/12/23
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.
Fat chance gestalt code-switchers stutter trying not to..
Wordless dialectic is never strong enough. Yup, I repeat, smiling
with optimism that’s rewriting as your thought flips,
changes genres in lewd sleep.
Those organized by dreams triumph in their mind and body worship.
First vicarious, then conforming to a belief system.
And now it’s just fading maybe?
Or maybe it should.
Wordless dialectic is never strong enough. Yup, I repeat, smiling
with optimism that’s rewriting as your thought flips,
changes genres in lewd sleep.
Those organized by dreams triumph in their mind and body worship.
First vicarious, then conforming to a belief system.
And now it’s just fading maybe?
Or maybe it should.
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..
12/11/23
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.
12/10/23
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.
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..
Microscopic honesty — we used to say — is the sanest practice for complete thumb control and body fitness.
Let’s go thru it again, generations of ample volunteering and worship set these scruples up. They come back. Soon you relax your balance, honest equipoise for a good writer is common enough, even now.
We went over our defensive appearances, for instance. Keep to schedule. Key is your keeping a regimen for hours at a time before it can wear off: So never let it. Curvatures in spacetime affix to our high expectations. If they pass muster they’ll slant any promise you have, had or you don’t remember in the aftermath of your hiatus (hesitation), revving up.
Let’s go thru it again, generations of ample volunteering and worship set these scruples up. They come back. Soon you relax your balance, honest equipoise for a good writer is common enough, even now.
We went over our defensive appearances, for instance. Keep to schedule. Key is your keeping a regimen for hours at a time before it can wear off: So never let it. Curvatures in spacetime affix to our high expectations. If they pass muster they’ll slant any promise you have, had or you don’t remember in the aftermath of your hiatus (hesitation), revving up.
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. Oooo 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. Oooo it’s discovered her voice.
12/9/23
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.
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.
12/8/23
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 years 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 years 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.
Are you thinking of me?
I used to believe so, along w/ the grossular and pine boxes keeping us apart
opening slatternly to our former lives, a win-loss for comic, breezy
violinists in quartets w/ olive hats — Startling w/ their quarter-jodhpurs and
instruments to sound the alert, lithe, w/ a spooky edge.
I used to believe so, along w/ the grossular and pine boxes keeping us apart
opening slatternly to our former lives, a win-loss for comic, breezy
violinists in quartets w/ olive hats — Startling w/ their quarter-jodhpurs and
instruments to sound the alert, lithe, w/ a spooky edge.
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 gets ten percent off their daily
Calories from pot smoking — sleeping to excess.
Mute poets hereon become slack.
Therein, 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 gets ten percent off their daily
Calories from pot smoking — sleeping to excess.
Mute poets hereon become slack.
Therein, as Juice imputes to me, I’m barren as I am dumb.
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 gets ten percent off their daily
Calories from pot smoking — sleeping to excess.
Mute poets hereon become slack.
Therein, 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 gets ten percent off their daily
Calories from pot smoking — sleeping to excess.
Mute poets hereon become slack.
Therein, as Juice imputes to me, I’m barren as I am dumb.
12/7/23
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.
A sparrow close-range, a dedicated follower,
packing a double voice range, gets into love trouble,
last blinded by the sea only 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 the first light.
When the light goes there are too many weighted forays around.
It goes for gladness reasons. No
one you know, seals go too, mourning their sea rounds.
packing a double voice range, gets into love trouble,
last blinded by the sea only 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 the first light.
When the light goes there are too many weighted forays around.
It goes for gladness reasons. No
one you know, seals go too, mourning their sea rounds.
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.)
12/6/23
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.
No variation.
No truth, research suggests shorthand abstractions,
buckeye elements around indirect objects, street names
more indirect than research shows.
Minor formalism holds the moment free for a moment
winning or won, upset, out of control yet
surrounding aggression while keeping in touch.
100% no truth.
No truth, research suggests shorthand abstractions,
buckeye elements around indirect objects, street names
more indirect than research shows.
Minor formalism holds the moment free for a moment
winning or won, upset, out of control yet
surrounding aggression while keeping in touch.
100% no truth.
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?
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 speaking 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 speaking freely?
12/5/23
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.
The drill of local news, temperature, hours of indebtedness, mayhem, a fascinating stack of known challenges — locality reduced to the economy, co-rejecting isms that are not concentric. Centricity & challenge influence perception; both engage what leftists & the right make up as sources for so noted middle ground. Nothing but themeless modules. Nothing to uphold.
No to Bat Masterson & Hamlet,
Gothic non being, lonely contexts & Goethe’s juvenilia.
No good instincts, no ephemerality, no hidden rounds
or flexible spite.
I’m not sure it’s inclusive or scrambled enough if we differentiate among them, & besides, why be preoccupied with peculiarities?
Nobody has to talk it over with me. I see what no means.
No to Bat Masterson & Hamlet,
Gothic non being, lonely contexts & Goethe’s juvenilia.
No good instincts, no ephemerality, no hidden rounds
or flexible spite.
I’m not sure it’s inclusive or scrambled enough if we differentiate among them, & besides, why be preoccupied with peculiarities?
Nobody has to talk it over with me. I see what no means.
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.
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 —’”
12/4/23
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.
Nobody trusts perception, eh?
Tho moral bases are a panorama
your joy leads to ‘representative fantasy’ or a good
facsimile apposite the perceived, blocking views,
requiring accommodation to time squeezes that appear
on purpose, tho cyclical. Conflict tho evil
lends focus to self regard and moving on — moving collegially with other squeezed selves.
This is one potential utility of bachelorhood.
Tho moral bases are a panorama
your joy leads to ‘representative fantasy’ or a good
facsimile apposite the perceived, blocking views,
requiring accommodation to time squeezes that appear
on purpose, tho cyclical. Conflict tho evil
lends focus to self regard and moving on — moving collegially with other squeezed selves.
This is one potential utility of bachelorhood.
Don’t we have an elevator ... to take you in?
Gavel to gavel hours turning the page. Hours.
What we do converts personality to stunt-craft.
What we act out through open discourse... W. B. Yeats calls the bestial floor. Please,
have your way. Have your composite gods who do it for the masses.
(This soon after a last breath, is it safe to call on you O Yeats?) (Maybe not.)
Some of us are too disgraced to save
the day.
Though not all of us will defriend you now or any time. Now there is only commutation of friendship.
It’s natural, a picnic in the outback.
The wilds... on all fours, all floors. Hours.
Gavel to gavel hours turning the page. Hours.
What we do converts personality to stunt-craft.
What we act out through open discourse... W. B. Yeats calls the bestial floor. Please,
have your way. Have your composite gods who do it for the masses.
(This soon after a last breath, is it safe to call on you O Yeats?) (Maybe not.)
Some of us are too disgraced to save
the day.
Though not all of us will defriend you now or any time. Now there is only commutation of friendship.
It’s natural, a picnic in the outback.
The wilds... on all fours, all floors. Hours.
12/3/23
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.
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 take 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, in your sight...
pursuing you in peace, all or nothing, with you alone.
I came to poetry later than you.
Pleasure then the transportation of your soul take 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, in your sight...
pursuing you in peace, all or nothing, with you alone.
I’ve crossed out lines.
Relax, beware. Certain branches of law aim straight at us.
Avalanche, a pronoun, embodies unnamed subjects, overwrought.
A starry equity or neurons? Words are beta fields
Heating up while fertile at the edge yet a lost cause.
And titles cost. Avalanche.. Virus.
Cherries Hamlet.
Broken final thoughts, giddy up, dead. Gone
Today I face thunder — how to pay homage...
My instinct when asked is to inch back
To the moody raw reflex jettisoning any
Civil use of half-soothing words
On top various legal points,
On looking into what we broke.
Relax, beware. Certain branches of law aim straight at us.
Avalanche, a pronoun, embodies unnamed subjects, overwrought.
A starry equity or neurons? Words are beta fields
Heating up while fertile at the edge yet a lost cause.
And titles cost. Avalanche.. Virus.
Cherries Hamlet.
Broken final thoughts, giddy up, dead. Gone
Today I face thunder — how to pay homage...
My instinct when asked is to inch back
To the moody raw reflex jettisoning any
Civil use of half-soothing words
On top various legal points,
On looking into what we broke.
12/2/23
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.
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 our 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.
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...
12/1/23
It takes a while. Day by day. The way 23 hours ago the multiplicity of writing today took a while. Time 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.
This sentence has not improved. It’s been set;
for all appearances nothing lurid was due at signing.
But am confused, sin
-ce claimant to the photogenic vitamin to stop any bleeding
is not a brainless voice, yet lacking pronouncement, transitions — useless
as a maxim for future dissent tho settling in
in meaning in a way — like a mourning coat of moods — with no brain.
There’s only my arrigato for your setting me up for your assent.
for all appearances nothing lurid was due at signing.
But am confused, sin
-ce claimant to the photogenic vitamin to stop any bleeding
is not a brainless voice, yet lacking pronouncement, transitions — useless
as a maxim for future dissent tho settling in
in meaning in a way — like a mourning coat of moods — with no brain.
There’s only my arrigato for your setting me up for your assent.
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. Two, 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. Two, 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.
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