Mobs and their terms of justice, um, I’m ..
I’m thinking of upgrades. Either Schubert all day or we’ll have to look further, into the deep steam of public entrepreneurship.
Since you brought a pizza —
What about your effecting scandal that involved us both but along with sociopaths to raise your own stature? Is that fabulous?
So that aside —
My sexual preferences now are in the art business.
I really don’t know what I’ve bought.
I was sideswiping... beside you! beside maples and different offshoots, no contrivance or opposition. It felt like what heats up under family pressure; our roles were to fill this in, lengthening ancestral menace while coddling the wetlands. I called this a new sex drive / minus any thought or attrition.
I have put back late drafts of nonsense provisos and integers-to-be, without rock shores to fix. Smooth like at age four, Schubert had blond hair, you know, and rimless spectacles, no concupiscence and no comeuppance.
7/31/24
24: One perspective: My eye sees art. Good work for you & me to look through
a whole school of ’em
who can pick you up, take the day off,
away from hangers-on. Painters will be drawn to your skill & market results — your active image.
Your glazed eye for an eye returns both physically & in our thoughts
winning
our 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 ’em
who can pick you up, take the day off,
away from hangers-on. Painters will be drawn to your skill & market results — your active image.
Your glazed eye for an eye returns both physically & in our thoughts
winning
our attention, even as more models file by in your body frame —
painters look them over to retrace your form, never knowing your heart.
7/30/24
I thought we wouldn’t get back to sleep.
Dawn. I was going to call you “Draped Profile.”
Held from both sides. Distiguished in feel. “Pronounce it.”
I called it good.
Now draw the strings. Ok
It goes off the air base,
Hard to shovel, soft to fall
White, blue, pale
— alive as doves
Which are no more
Swept with visual certainty
No matter how we change in love.
Dawn. I was going to call you “Draped Profile.”
Held from both sides. Distiguished in feel. “Pronounce it.”
I called it good.
Now draw the strings. Ok
It goes off the air base,
Hard to shovel, soft to fall
White, blue, pale
— alive as doves
Which are no more
Swept with visual certainty
No matter how we change in love.
Sonnet 38:
Damn, can’t complain, when my muse
left we had a subject..
Or next to nothing, also a barred finch
flew off, raving — you took notes on wet bubbles just the same —
To invent peruses the here and now / takes in um — ?
— everything is the right answer —
You once came up with this argument, a new sweetheart deal
— breathing now, your voice purrs over my verse!
And you give out light outliving you and me
rehearsing, calling us, bringing thanks to you.
Damn, can’t complain, when my muse
left we had a subject..
Or next to nothing, also a barred finch
flew off, raving — you took notes on wet bubbles just the same —
To invent peruses the here and now / takes in um — ?
— everything is the right answer —
You once came up with this argument, a new sweetheart deal
— breathing now, your voice purrs over my verse!
And you give out light outliving you and me
rehearsing, calling us, bringing thanks to you.
7/29/24
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 through the heat of eternal summer, 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 through the heat of eternal summer, 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.
7/28/24
After glamour there’s revisionist power, a legacy inside us. Wo-
lfed down improv crap — in summary we’re pre-wired or is there a fee?
Radiance now is in a lather. Remember deliverance? Yet
“What if it doesn’t work. Then what?” Everything works.
In any time and place of our choosing: Act gathered, something there?
True love brings on a physician practiced in the new arts of relapse.
lfed down improv crap — in summary we’re pre-wired or is there a fee?
Radiance now is in a lather. Remember deliverance? Yet
“What if it doesn’t work. Then what?” Everything works.
In any time and place of our choosing: Act gathered, something there?
True love brings on a physician practiced in the new arts of relapse.
20: Like voices & solitary genius in any workplace (seaside, e.g.) — smart, amazing particles sleep it off thru traffic, shifting hues up to the rolling bridge lattice. On you
& by you, nature’s face is warm & bright. All hues charged, painted brilliant to the eye — adding amazement & new purpose with pleasure, not needing love, except when it comes altogether!
One controls some of the handiwork, less false than one’s sex life, almost like passion’s master mistress gazing on one’s passions now.
& by you, nature’s face is warm & bright. All hues charged, painted brilliant to the eye — adding amazement & new purpose with pleasure, not needing love, except when it comes altogether!
One controls some of the handiwork, less false than one’s sex life, almost like passion’s master mistress gazing on one’s passions now.
7/27/24
We’re released into the water supply. Globe-trotters. Kissers, both cheeks. In the heights curls are coming back. Bells in heaven. My eyebrow arched and I gasped. In architectual years this is an old crisis, fallen and liberated by the carpentry of sensory input as the doctor’s tongue worked in circles. Then he darted in. I realized tension was flying from my face, dull and throbbing.
It didn’t happen. I’m glad you’re here.
Capitalism never hesitates feeding acid to the innocent then addicting them through continuous misdirection. It follows that each victim goes broke, sighing take me, kill me freely halfway through the change. O outer knee —
A Deux Magots adaptation:
Windmill robots embrace the free market, it was announced in penetrating tones.
Neither dead or alive, a windmill robot in your imagination has one request,
“to express things ... as they are when you see them without remembering having looked at them.” It’s an infinite standard for an emergency lexis until who can say you’re here?
Capitalism never hesitates feeding acid to the innocent then addicting them through continuous misdirection. It follows that each victim goes broke, sighing take me, kill me freely halfway through the change. O outer knee —
A Deux Magots adaptation:
Windmill robots embrace the free market, it was announced in penetrating tones.
Neither dead or alive, a windmill robot in your imagination has one request,
“to express things ... as they are when you see them without remembering having looked at them.” It’s an infinite standard for an emergency lexis until who can say you’re here?
37: ‘Feelings are empty’ .. still / they’re
entitled − here’s where a few more motifs help.
Despite all our comfort and wealth
I told the boss 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, the poor, the despised will have
none of it.
Not a one in hock 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 my drink?
Missing your motifs? Any of yours? Or should I be happy how
people say they’re living to be admired..
..and to have a child? And to wish they had..
How people talk?
entitled − here’s where a few more motifs help.
Despite all our comfort and wealth
I told the boss 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, the poor, the despised will have
none of it.
Not a one in hock 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 my drink?
Missing your motifs? Any of yours? Or should I be happy how
people say they’re living to be admired..
..and to have a child? And to wish they had..
How people talk?
7/26/24
First drafts are escape,
Part brightness (with a pulse),
Part average improvisatory dare.
That’s good. So far.
Now draw the strings. OK
— what do you know!
You? I was sent in the mail,
Hard to shovel, soft to fall,
Colors of blue and pale red.
Meanwhile a reddish glow and
Watchmen warm our discussion.
Did I ever fall at all?
Part brightness (with a pulse),
Part average improvisatory dare.
That’s good. So far.
Now draw the strings. OK
— what do you know!
You? I was sent in the mail,
Hard to shovel, soft to fall,
Colors of blue and pale red.
Meanwhile a reddish glow and
Watchmen warm our discussion.
Did I ever fall at all?
Don’t we have an elevator to take (to greet you)?
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.
34: I have a base feeling of comfort in disruption. One point of a number that overtake me in a way —
Together, you and I define arcs of ironic repentance but worked out in a series of tearful disputes. Just so, we’re still cloaked in our losses. Loss of shame, loss of grief. A salve may heal my storm-beaten face but not the offending wind smudging our wounds into a double-cross of smoke and rotten smoke signals. Why?
It’s not enough I lose, ransomed to disgrace. I’m scared; as such no relief. Not yet. I don’t travel well in grief. I hide from your face even as it’s shedding dry tears, breaking promises, still breaking me.
7/25/24
Lastly, to break this down, I’m always explaining the place where I work.
Gateau what’s his name is done (i.e., delivered) in a tangle of foxglove as you and I de-meadow.
A company like ours takes it into the astrophysics facility.
We’re in the flat present tense, account outlines in simultaneous perceptions —
Reciting new slang exponents as we have no major novel issues,
Making wave sounds we scout flyweights in a recursive landscape.
Gateau what’s his name is done (i.e., delivered) in a tangle of foxglove as you and I de-meadow.
A company like ours takes it into the astrophysics facility.
We’re in the flat present tense, account outlines in simultaneous perceptions —
Reciting new slang exponents as we have no major novel issues,
Making wave sounds we scout flyweights in a recursive landscape.
Sonnet 7:
Outgoing at noon, attending on what? I’m not going out. I’m about getting on (mouthing off) with or without you. Just look how my sight’s scripted by high pitched infantile alienation, falling over you. Again. It’s not too late! New optimism apparently pays gifting you burning head. Another way we’re both blackmailed over there is nothing low, nothing sacred.
Outgoing at noon, attending on what? I’m not going out. I’m about getting on (mouthing off) with or without you. Just look how my sight’s scripted by high pitched infantile alienation, falling over you. Again. It’s not too late! New optimism apparently pays gifting you burning head. Another way we’re both blackmailed over there is nothing low, nothing sacred.
Copenhagen interpretation:
Our clearest models are you & a perfect sweep I can live by w/out being
as it were sequestered or bitterly charged for my own shortcomings
distended in harmony around some parts of sky
I understand as profuse clouds.
Understand like take in.
Huh? Is it fire? Up in sparks,
the moon made indispensable for smearing its light
that travels down in a tiered border-like scrawl?
Our clearest models are you & a perfect sweep I can live by w/out being
as it were sequestered or bitterly charged for my own shortcomings
distended in harmony around some parts of sky
I understand as profuse clouds.
Understand like take in.
Huh? Is it fire? Up in sparks,
the moon made indispensable for smearing its light
that travels down in a tiered border-like scrawl?
7/24/24
0) Nothing horrible, just horrible
1) both perceptions of opposites leveraged simultaneously
2) meaning one and more original than none
3) causing internal illogic along w/
4) passing out on an ashen chaise to bring you back to your senses, shouting
5) I love your idea and I repent only to appease you
6) my adages are first thought / we never rethink / yet we lose both death and life.
1) both perceptions of opposites leveraged simultaneously
2) meaning one and more original than none
3) causing internal illogic along w/
4) passing out on an ashen chaise to bring you back to your senses, shouting
5) I love your idea and I repent only to appease you
6) my adages are first thought / we never rethink / yet we lose both death and life.
We already have what we ask for.
Vainly but not fast in never induce italics:
We gave it up at the Office.
Driving home this point is hardly ever for the 1st time
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 dividers along an infinite axis.
Vainly but not fast in never induce italics:
We gave it up at the Office.
Driving home this point is hardly ever for the 1st time
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 dividers along an infinite axis.
121: A friend writes, assurance from dharma augments the sport of being & being extends
to reproach general evil and vile absence : I am & most humans are not that bad, not that adulterated
if we reckon our being accelerating just pleasures, and ok —
Quote, straight, rank feeling has a point & I see how others see it.
Count your own abuses, bevel-ers.
I may count on my thoughts, not others whose eyes seem false —
I think it good I maintain the human I am. End quote.
to reproach general evil and vile absence : I am & most humans are not that bad, not that adulterated
if we reckon our being accelerating just pleasures, and ok —
Quote, straight, rank feeling has a point & I see how others see it.
Count your own abuses, bevel-ers.
I may count on my thoughts, not others whose eyes seem false —
I think it good I maintain the human I am. End quote.
Caspar continues,
I’d rather not trouble you with my impressions of resource hoarding, so dependent on flow of daytime into night. Shades at midnight can ‘almost’ whisper faintly but I botch capturing even a fraction of their directive. My willingness to keep watch through the evening keeps up only to find your granting me permission to maintain my distance. I’ll let you go then. I knew you would understand.
I’d rather not trouble you with my impressions of resource hoarding, so dependent on flow of daytime into night. Shades at midnight can ‘almost’ whisper faintly but I botch capturing even a fraction of their directive. My willingness to keep watch through the evening keeps up only to find your granting me permission to maintain my distance. I’ll let you go then. I knew you would understand.
7/23/24
After you, a burst of daft tone substitutes for info.
Wait. There’s nothing.
I lower your voice to closest saturnal parity
plucked out of adversative brutality ..
Yet nothing is forbidden.
Finalists like you quit general practice — off to privacy
with little or no honor left, one laughed. And yet not you, your honor...
Summer’s actuaries record having a good time as vicarious, no
moving figures. (Vicarious isn’t strong enough.)
Inner, outer merge in our honor system, no shadows, o praise the light flow drawn
in odor and hue! After you.
Wait. There’s nothing.
I lower your voice to closest saturnal parity
plucked out of adversative brutality ..
Yet nothing is forbidden.
Finalists like you quit general practice — off to privacy
with little or no honor left, one laughed. And yet not you, your honor...
Summer’s actuaries record having a good time as vicarious, no
moving figures. (Vicarious isn’t strong enough.)
Inner, outer merge in our honor system, no shadows, o praise the light flow drawn
in odor and hue! After you.
55: A living record, a period sonnet doubts softness but addresses enmity — nor can we outlive this, against death, advancing slowly.
Not marble nor rhyme so move. Dropping my nor mood... the fun workout once was of a soul, a tone cucumber, a hue not seen here nor in Lyon.
So why am I dwelling on posterity like a warrior groom?
My own lover’s eyes shine brighter than all the color coming into the poem...
You and I find room in this prospect — oblivious, uninvited, I bring guests — death and memory, statues overturned. I...
Even now in our eyes, we find fire for wearing out memory’s velocity — ask (or shall I ask) shall I?
Nor wills posterity rest.
Not marble nor rhyme so move. Dropping my nor mood... the fun workout once was of a soul, a tone cucumber, a hue not seen here nor in Lyon.
So why am I dwelling on posterity like a warrior groom?
My own lover’s eyes shine brighter than all the color coming into the poem...
You and I find room in this prospect — oblivious, uninvited, I bring guests — death and memory, statues overturned. I...
Even now in our eyes, we find fire for wearing out memory’s velocity — ask (or shall I ask) shall I?
Nor wills posterity rest.
Whom will we discover? How?
Do you both laugh? Per rules,
regs of sounding it out
it’s overdue.
You’re back in vertigo
yielding authority with no proxy.
Like a minimalist practicing karate high noon
: any mote of your remedy gets exaggerated, desert marsh = a bespoke presence...
What’s this the (x) about?
You say yay (for x).
Do you both laugh? Per rules,
regs of sounding it out
it’s overdue.
You’re back in vertigo
yielding authority with no proxy.
Like a minimalist practicing karate high noon
: any mote of your remedy gets exaggerated, desert marsh = a bespoke presence...
What’s this the (x) about?
You say yay (for x).
7/22/24
How did Auden begin? Green song of ourselves...
The dumbfounded rush in when he’s around. It’s not their fault.
He has that look-for-it itch. Garish tulip brocaded w/ physics.
One presumes Auden’s elements are strung together out of capital’s desperation and a deeply ingrained will to dominate the known and unknown, much as technology takes on all comers...
From news daily, graphic measures of tragic-comedic obliteration.
All this time the dumb and dumbfounded are not so different.
How did Auden begin? Green song of ourselves...
The dumbfounded rush in when he’s around. It’s not their fault.
He has that look-for-it itch. Garish tulip brocaded w/ physics.
One presumes Auden’s elements are strung together out of capital’s desperation and a deeply ingrained will to dominate the known and unknown, much as technology takes on all comers...
From news daily, graphic measures of tragic-comedic obliteration.
All this time the dumb and dumbfounded are not so different.
How did Auden begin? Green song of ourselves...
It takes a while. Day by day. The way 23 hours ago the multiplicity of writing today took a while. Times itself: A brainset, no doubt, occupied .. & this just in — jokes turn into dreams. It’s dreams that forgive us for everything (except melancholia). That’s because multiplicities, ‘sleeping while awake,’ get downgraded to icy normality, farthest from sight, trapping you & me inside a force field owing to our expertise.
So there’s no lack of constancy in experimental states of mongrel forgery & the totality of economic pull.
So there’s no lack of constancy in experimental states of mongrel forgery & the totality of economic pull.
91: Who owns property, names, anything under formalism? Boasting of birth,
of skill, we grew up 20th century, years before joy in mega-wealth
became the measure for every day, as adjuncts measure it.
Some glory still of hawks or hounds, pride to a category of leisure. Yup. More? Your love is of more delight than dreams of pleasures
that can’t exist — here we go — our love zooms in value.
Love’s body force is better, richer, prouder, to the top!
You and I own one property having love, finding this joy above the rest.
of skill, we grew up 20th century, years before joy in mega-wealth
became the measure for every day, as adjuncts measure it.
Some glory still of hawks or hounds, pride to a category of leisure. Yup. More? Your love is of more delight than dreams of pleasures
that can’t exist — here we go — our love zooms in value.
Love’s body force is better, richer, prouder, to the top!
You and I own one property having love, finding this joy above the rest.
En route to the dogs, there’s the apocalypse within; pushing deeply.
Our lot’s in a hurry.
No future arouses chaotic phenomena rooting for any singularity ahead until there is no threshold. Matter persists, no dissonance, no disruption, a new status quo: perpetual and vital amid meanderings that are ordered appearances gone dormant, nearly, or running off with fresh incentives for a frontier in more unboundedness, optics unravelled in dissolving attitudes behind all the good times forward.
Our lot’s in a hurry.
No future arouses chaotic phenomena rooting for any singularity ahead until there is no threshold. Matter persists, no dissonance, no disruption, a new status quo: perpetual and vital amid meanderings that are ordered appearances gone dormant, nearly, or running off with fresh incentives for a frontier in more unboundedness, optics unravelled in dissolving attitudes behind all the good times forward.
7/21/24
What’s curious style?
Engineered simplicity holds tho
Taken whole:
“Give in, dig it.”
(There’s a new policy to highlight deletions.)
I’m waving on a wave’s behalf,
Taken your lead. Word processing wind-in-tent-flap sounds
All the time in staggering prose!
Tomorrow I’ll
Tap out more deletions I forgot to close —
Engineered simplicity holds tho
Taken whole:
“Give in, dig it.”
(There’s a new policy to highlight deletions.)
I’m waving on a wave’s behalf,
Taken your lead. Word processing wind-in-tent-flap sounds
All the time in staggering prose!
Tomorrow I’ll
Tap out more deletions I forgot to close —
A social progressive is today’s depressed comedian, a big abnormal mess, product of one’s time. He or she wins all the half-eaten take-out left on the table. 40% of obdurate hardly-ever voters like you and me. And how long can one live folding up conversation, conjecture perpetually minimalist verging on filth and circumstance? Who isn’t one?
141: Heart to heart:
I’m dating other members while we go thru systems — I love you.
I say it 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 as text — I promised my five senses more, as your proud heart’s slave ...
Thus far — my gain — I am solely 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.
I say it 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 as text — I promised my five senses more, as your proud heart’s slave ...
Thus far — my gain — I am solely yours, unswayed by slaphappy-proof likenesses to-be, I love you
pleased, delighted, you only.
The seasons like before are morally exigent, shivering in a synthetic valence, coming back, never.
Their thoughts praised us for our purpose —
Scribes were 1st to jot this down — who shall hanker after whom.
Like before, seasons work outdoors among diamondbacks. If you don’t believe me ask them.
In the change-up old seasons are repurposed having lost to conceptual deflation and impassioned stratagems. Add the rank
I confer on the notably next available beauty, living in the future,
because that’s how beauty works.
Their thoughts praised us for our purpose —
Scribes were 1st to jot this down — who shall hanker after whom.
Like before, seasons work outdoors among diamondbacks. If you don’t believe me ask them.
In the change-up old seasons are repurposed having lost to conceptual deflation and impassioned stratagems. Add the rank
I confer on the notably next available beauty, living in the future,
because that’s how beauty works.
7/20/24
An outline of foreign service starts at once, as its top ashes flow upwards, looking sketchy as well as appealing to broad tastes. I hope all are happy. Don’t be sad. Bag a good one.
A foreign friend flicks on the sunlamp
to countermine zooms.
Her neck and collarbone are burning
to show their softness. Her hair seems partible
emitting an innocence that lasts.
That’s an outline.
A foreign friend flicks on the sunlamp
to countermine zooms.
Her neck and collarbone are burning
to show their softness. Her hair seems partible
emitting an innocence that lasts.
That’s an outline.
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 time of 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 time of conscience is.
41: An abstract, pretty temptation below gentle laughter: Ay,
Beauty for your years .. Ah Y.
Ah blizzard.
Together, you and I follow a twofold point of wooing / forced absence, but I’m not that far from following your lead and therefore, like you, assailed. Y. Dating youth is tantamount to body snatching, another point. Tempting but false equivalence even there: Y. We chide the other’s choice — where this follows I cannot lead, leaving me in a riot of liberty where you are.
Beauty for your years .. Ah Y.
Ah blizzard.
Together, you and I follow a twofold point of wooing / forced absence, but I’m not that far from following your lead and therefore, like you, assailed. Y. Dating youth is tantamount to body snatching, another point. Tempting but false equivalence even there: Y. We chide the other’s choice — where this follows I cannot lead, leaving me in a riot of liberty where you are.
The status quo models verse as living matter re-involved with impulsive energy coursing around flecks of appropriated ideas, especially when it comes to appearances, tones and language use itself. I might call this artful transmutation of intelligence if it were just that, if poetry weren’t a history of folk enslaved to procedure.
7/19/24
Meredith Monk’s Falling causes injury. ‘Intimation, insinuation, deep innuendo.
Perhaps glissandos.
Perhaps on lavish nights, like this, it’s what you eat.’
Boo hoo. Obsessive intimidation...
Not quite a change we readily see, a string conjecture (sleeping thru zoom meets, maybe)
W/out inference, compressed from an AI “fount” of contradictions:
One answer is a question, Why gestate palpable beauty
In a way that feels like games?
Perhaps glissandos.
Perhaps on lavish nights, like this, it’s what you eat.’
Boo hoo. Obsessive intimidation...
Not quite a change we readily see, a string conjecture (sleeping thru zoom meets, maybe)
W/out inference, compressed from an AI “fount” of contradictions:
One answer is a question, Why gestate palpable beauty
In a way that feels like games?
What’s semiology? unless we’re in life to gnarl all that sparkle to figure it out? laboring for invention?
No futures present new phenomena — what older worlds once could say —
I have a tiny soft view of holding to their path, a core harmony of former days, purring yet put aside. (Other chords after another.)
No futures present new phenomena — what older worlds once could say —
I have a tiny soft view of holding to their path, a core harmony of former days, purring yet put aside. (Other chords after another.)
106: In love, a practice of counterclockwise seems like not much at all, only sustained focus, innovation of hand, foot, lips, of eye, of brow, nowhere expressing all your beauty ...
Nope.
From the outside the sky hints of hinges, bolted prophesies that you master
— all right, I lose. I’ll open in complete command of nothing, no skill to praise you.
I can’t waste time — we’re tethered here. Mostly.
For love we’ll ingest all of you, prefiguring present day,
inflating while we info dive, I could say
exhaling descriptors
w/ eyes to wonder on the full worth of your beauty making beauty.
Nope.
From the outside the sky hints of hinges, bolted prophesies that you master
— all right, I lose. I’ll open in complete command of nothing, no skill to praise you.
I can’t waste time — we’re tethered here. Mostly.
For love we’ll ingest all of you, prefiguring present day,
inflating while we info dive, I could say
exhaling descriptors
w/ eyes to wonder on the full worth of your beauty making beauty.
The vulnerable and maligned muses were not held enough as children growing up on a moonscape of beaks. Ever notice? Certainly I wasn’t. Now I have to make excuses for friends of mine buried below their own livelihoods without heirs.
They’re donning synthetics, and only half familiar, and just too intense, plundering the transport of their ambience.
Hands up.
There’s a beyond just passed an easy show of hands
beyond orgasm overdue an hour ago (one mild altercation took it
into a shade of de-constraining tease).
A heyday of hands.
They’re donning synthetics, and only half familiar, and just too intense, plundering the transport of their ambience.
Hands up.
There’s a beyond just passed an easy show of hands
beyond orgasm overdue an hour ago (one mild altercation took it
into a shade of de-constraining tease).
A heyday of hands.
7/18/24
Your bromide is familiar. Let me text this. You’re gaining attention for the wrong infinite reasons, dummkopf. Stay where you are. Exploit the familiar, even an inkling. Glow fast.
The cosmos is unwilling to go far, now or later, this way or that — what we inhabit is neither a stoner planet nor merely a plywood-and-particulates object flown in time (w/ fewer and fewer court intrigues).
There’s so much history.
Shadow sensory awareness, a chosen medium.
Flowers are em-poisoned by design, grateful astrochemists oozin’ adrenaline
for the audience, saboteurs of the heart.
The cosmos is unwilling to go far, now or later, this way or that — what we inhabit is neither a stoner planet nor merely a plywood-and-particulates object flown in time (w/ fewer and fewer court intrigues).
There’s so much history.
Shadow sensory awareness, a chosen medium.
Flowers are em-poisoned by design, grateful astrochemists oozin’ adrenaline
for the audience, saboteurs of the heart.
92: To my love in constant revolt, stealing away...
Our life together won’t work. I’m almost happy, I guess. Love pours a 120 proof — intramural scars, a heightened blush, and hard labor. Staying power we dread the most, having had your love — now... what’s a fair question? ...is there another, more thoughtful stage to live through?
Depends on you and me, always. Yet I find lifetime love is formally difficult and, o oops... I just heard 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 120 proof — intramural scars, a heightened blush, and hard labor. Staying power we dread the most, having had your love — now... what’s a fair question? ...is there another, more thoughtful stage to live through?
Depends on you and me, always. Yet I find lifetime love is formally difficult and, o oops... I just heard others happy to die are on fire.
Happy to die! — do we take their place?
Traffic turns reflect the city. Off work,
Making a turn, heads in the clouds is too liberal. Head guards are way up. I keep going.
Why make so much of political origin here? Only a few bird enthusiasts left and / or is it their fragile ambiguity?
The answer will be payload we’ll steer home.
Before that, how will corollaries threaten an antecedant on so and so page?
There’s dumb honor, still, mining homilies and off-color
-ness, imitating / exercising our chops on the evening drive.
Making a turn, heads in the clouds is too liberal. Head guards are way up. I keep going.
Why make so much of political origin here? Only a few bird enthusiasts left and / or is it their fragile ambiguity?
The answer will be payload we’ll steer home.
Before that, how will corollaries threaten an antecedant on so and so page?
There’s dumb honor, still, mining homilies and off-color
-ness, imitating / exercising our chops on the evening drive.
7/17/24
I don’t know that much about you, but you remind me of someone
relaxed as meringue shaking this neap vapor.
The imbued billiance recalls profound formality taking shape not that far away or far off,
quelling fear. Half a day goes by and still you resurface,
rustling rain from within. Splashing, you are unattainable.
You are hypersensitive to chaos, a thing to uphold.
relaxed as meringue shaking this neap vapor.
The imbued billiance recalls profound formality taking shape not that far away or far off,
quelling fear. Half a day goes by and still you resurface,
rustling rain from within. Splashing, you are unattainable.
You are hypersensitive to chaos, a thing to uphold.
Sonnet 10: We lodge now (holding evidence of physics-oblivion)
like headless pedagogues hammering out Bo Diddley —
Sap repairing top figureheads top speed. The murder option more centered per theorem.
Panning back fast to grant your audience your evident presence, the love you bear — as your beauty grew
beloved of many. But tampering w/ these modern thought experiments.. you love no one? Not me or him?
We think not. It’s a regulatory equation = hating him =
ruining yourself feeding on non sequiturs as kind-hearted concepts (only a few
repairable through nominal trivia and fresh paradox).
For you change your mind repeatedly. Your changes of heart, so many — ruinously, murderously possessing English poetry so you can be taught .. (a disgrace — a conspiracy partaken in by such impassive numbers for centuries, all of us.. ) So many!
like headless pedagogues hammering out Bo Diddley —
Sap repairing top figureheads top speed. The murder option more centered per theorem.
Panning back fast to grant your audience your evident presence, the love you bear — as your beauty grew
beloved of many. But tampering w/ these modern thought experiments.. you love no one? Not me or him?
We think not. It’s a regulatory equation = hating him =
ruining yourself feeding on non sequiturs as kind-hearted concepts (only a few
repairable through nominal trivia and fresh paradox).
For you change your mind repeatedly. Your changes of heart, so many — ruinously, murderously possessing English poetry so you can be taught .. (a disgrace — a conspiracy partaken in by such impassive numbers for centuries, all of us.. ) So many!
Nice, brushed off the immense highway.
A moth / its one rule for flight is mostly uniform.
That is mostly a stmpede for a bolt out of cloth.
Never defined by dressage (quantum mechanics).
Wind angles down, shaken nice.
It was nice
That changed a lot.
The questions are mostly the same,
Em, I’ve misplaced em.
A moth / its one rule for flight is mostly uniform.
That is mostly a stmpede for a bolt out of cloth.
Never defined by dressage (quantum mechanics).
Wind angles down, shaken nice.
It was nice
That changed a lot.
The questions are mostly the same,
Em, I’ve misplaced em.
7/16/24
Theses and elipses
appear like origami in the mail. Doing this in language is um.. a high zone sectioned hard by the physical medium. Only slivers and contortion qualify. O haeccity! While lovemaking is overwrought — one growing wrists shows one evinces pertinence. So the core sinks, undone by the scatters.. (you in his thoght).
appear like origami in the mail. Doing this in language is um.. a high zone sectioned hard by the physical medium. Only slivers and contortion qualify. O haeccity! While lovemaking is overwrought — one growing wrists shows one evinces pertinence. So the core sinks, undone by the scatters.. (you in his thoght).
57: I watch the clock. Being your slave, what can I do?
I wasn’t just orphaned, I pursued other interests
all at once. Time’s precious,
save I feel and still show absence of move ment from inside,
absence for hours — a sour dare to expend ...
and to question my jealousy ...
So it’s taken this long to read the gospel of wealth and service.
I dare not think of desire diffused at any cost to render your mouth a world-without-end, a sobbing, precious mess.
On the outside how happy you are ... are you? Tho this may be amiss, I think no ill. Adieu.
I wasn’t just orphaned, I pursued other interests
all at once. Time’s precious,
save I feel and still show absence of move ment from inside,
absence for hours — a sour dare to expend ...
and to question my jealousy ...
So it’s taken this long to read the gospel of wealth and service.
I dare not think of desire diffused at any cost to render your mouth a world-without-end, a sobbing, precious mess.
On the outside how happy you are ... are you? Tho this may be amiss, I think no ill. Adieu.
7/15/24
At speech therapy you have wet marks under your shirt — there you go — sent,
Slotted for long scream divisions raising heads and
.. bright debate
Drawing boundaries along dark areas of youthful propaganda. And ..
Our dual-cosmos line of argument self-inflates as a weather injector, fouling the atmosphere into Beirut colors, pebble and pale lucent grays.
At this point, colors burn up, each measurement raging over acres of matrices, giving more access to haystacks you call the multiverse, which looks most imprisoned now.
Slotted for long scream divisions raising heads and
.. bright debate
Drawing boundaries along dark areas of youthful propaganda. And ..
Our dual-cosmos line of argument self-inflates as a weather injector, fouling the atmosphere into Beirut colors, pebble and pale lucent grays.
At this point, colors burn up, each measurement raging over acres of matrices, giving more access to haystacks you call the multiverse, which looks most imprisoned now.
We can’t compress enough or too much, even if we were one people at one time. We also is I. This is how a toy psyche researches more conscientiously touching on an endearing intolerance in translation — living to read and reread pain extending to your one body one time.
A glistening index ‘of us’ advances thru living coordinates within a dominant identity tracing out how to refine / displace our contempt.
Most of the Marxist-self reaches irony here:
We are hooded folk deploying pneumatic hammers of misnomers.
Eating and breathing them too.
Sonnet 86:
The future reaches full sail bound for higher intelligence, prized above a ‘mortal’ pitch, 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 all pride flies away along with others’. Out of control dreams work around a crowd of familiars whom we teach to write.
Once our brains ripen, we won’t concede — neither to calm of victory nor to fear. At night, though, I lack affable character beyond mortality itself.. both that and a familiar’s ghost-morality strike me as too precious then — like enfeeblement, non-growth, like death, like dropping this line.
The future reaches full sail bound for higher intelligence, prized above a ‘mortal’ pitch, 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 all pride flies away along with others’. Out of control dreams work around a crowd of familiars whom we teach to write.
Once our brains ripen, we won’t concede — neither to calm of victory nor to fear. At night, though, I lack affable character beyond mortality itself.. both that and a familiar’s ghost-morality strike me as too precious then — like enfeeblement, non-growth, like death, like dropping this line.
A note on aging.
Smacked down by a coordinate from space,
Keanu Reeves isn’t reckless, iniquitous or anatomically complex,
though monotone to the gills like a slower yet more self-subtracted Rod Serling.
We reach elements within erotic catalysts where touch management is unleashed. But Keanu is suddenly out of the diagram while the crew calm down. There’s a dual nature to visual depth that makes thought disappear, a bright pulling apart at the summitry of escape.
What’s semiology? unless we undress affects to figure it out?
(I don’t remember whose escape or how.)
Smacked down by a coordinate from space,
Keanu Reeves isn’t reckless, iniquitous or anatomically complex,
though monotone to the gills like a slower yet more self-subtracted Rod Serling.
We reach elements within erotic catalysts where touch management is unleashed. But Keanu is suddenly out of the diagram while the crew calm down. There’s a dual nature to visual depth that makes thought disappear, a bright pulling apart at the summitry of escape.
What’s semiology? unless we undress affects to figure it out?
(I don’t remember whose escape or how.)
7/14/24
Too many ideas inside — I’d,
You know — can’t.. when I think
Who’s thinking, maybe later I’m
Just Pessoa locked in place
Where things think on their own
You know — more than 1 I,
Things, myself, lots to hide
Yes or no, and I’m me too
So I should give you shit
Because when I speak you’re
Stirring up other ideas
What I feel I
Think I feel, oh, Ma’am!
Man! You’re telling me
Nothing new here —
A stupid thing, knowing this.
Re-examining all my meanness,
Italicizing my failures. I’m ham-
Fisted attempting satire.
Snooty, freaky, I gay love it.
plodding from Portuguese
You know — can’t.. when I think
Who’s thinking, maybe later I’m
Just Pessoa locked in place
Where things think on their own
You know — more than 1 I,
Things, myself, lots to hide
Yes or no, and I’m me too
So I should give you shit
Because when I speak you’re
Stirring up other ideas
What I feel I
Think I feel, oh, Ma’am!
Man! You’re telling me
Nothing new here —
A stupid thing, knowing this.
Re-examining all my meanness,
Italicizing my failures. I’m ham-
Fisted attempting satire.
Snooty, freaky, I gay love it.
plodding from Portuguese
Full employment. Fully refrained.
We like new taps on the shoulder in a way when they leave imprints. Like how I graduated from this shame, a ceaseless point
in the going battle between the sexes? (The rich won.)
Can you place our names? Or I’ll trade you. I have a canoe I use for an alter-ego, asides and decorative indeterminacy. With various hats, I reached out to anticipating franchised mind control as disingenuous.
We like new taps on the shoulder in a way when they leave imprints. Like how I graduated from this shame, a ceaseless point
in the going battle between the sexes? (The rich won.)
Can you place our names? Or I’ll trade you. I have a canoe I use for an alter-ego, asides and decorative indeterminacy. With various hats, I reached out to anticipating franchised mind control as disingenuous.
95: Hidden pretext takes over. Your story, a bad-will report but a kind of praise, per the report, re: habitual wants, billing inquiries, etc.
What would be less fantastic? First, an enclosure of stainless vice. A full shelf of great non-privileged, lascivious plans.
Naming your name tells the story. The softest will lose. How sweet — you’re every blot and sin in one, preached against, but seldom commended against ill odds, for shame. One spots your pieces of sporting nonsense, hard beauty’s humanly tongue un-negated, but verbs regularized randomly, veiled, knifing one’s love out.. out..
What would be less fantastic? First, an enclosure of stainless vice. A full shelf of great non-privileged, lascivious plans.
Naming your name tells the story. The softest will lose. How sweet — you’re every blot and sin in one, preached against, but seldom commended against ill odds, for shame. One spots your pieces of sporting nonsense, hard beauty’s humanly tongue un-negated, but verbs regularized randomly, veiled, knifing one’s love out.. out..
The light (you’re sensing)
failed every midterm before —
too on edge over invisible proofs.
Income bulking from your dad’s
condo? You move
to become walled-in there ..
Check out the view — baby flights
of gleamed birds in the rough ..
enough!
Enough is not idiomatic enough in condo years.
Too much room freshener for today’s estimating:
still, seeming seasonable as subterfuge supplants higher
dimensional hindsight, requiring autonomy to hold off. Dig in ..
Edens of chiastic inquiry .. into no word yet..
how yet even now no such word impedes coincidence in love.
failed every midterm before —
too on edge over invisible proofs.
Income bulking from your dad’s
condo? You move
to become walled-in there ..
Check out the view — baby flights
of gleamed birds in the rough ..
enough!
Enough is not idiomatic enough in condo years.
Too much room freshener for today’s estimating:
still, seeming seasonable as subterfuge supplants higher
dimensional hindsight, requiring autonomy to hold off. Dig in ..
Edens of chiastic inquiry .. into no word yet..
how yet even now no such word impedes coincidence in love.
7/13/24
Is that how you see yourself?
— Your idea of daylight
stacked like shares you sell off —
Every day becoming ordinary knowledge, an advanced
shimmer of parallel ebullience...
we’re waiting to return the favor
a quarter of the time asleep,
steadfast in geometry to grant the horizon horizons, our whole body.
— Your idea of daylight
stacked like shares you sell off —
Every day becoming ordinary knowledge, an advanced
shimmer of parallel ebullience...
we’re waiting to return the favor
a quarter of the time asleep,
steadfast in geometry to grant the horizon horizons, our whole body.
I don’t get what you want, teacher
— our lives are directionless without a group, a clan?
The telling problem with engineered simplicity,
You annoy others (doctored homepages.. I’m telling..).
I don’t mean rampage in a civil sense,
I mean surgically knocking other chanters
Off, throwing knives, wrecking them
From the inside, slicing up!
I was kidding I’m not religious.
— our lives are directionless without a group, a clan?
The telling problem with engineered simplicity,
You annoy others (doctored homepages.. I’m telling..).
I don’t mean rampage in a civil sense,
I mean surgically knocking other chanters
Off, throwing knives, wrecking them
From the inside, slicing up!
I was kidding I’m not religious.
Sonnet 94: We can’t go on without thinking it over.
If I had had the foreground I’d be subsiding in attrition as it were,
I’d have heaven’s grace to weed out pleasure as well as caution.
& if I had taken fewer notes I’d have less power to hurt
in expressing “you,” “me” & any unclenched feelings
which we can’t pinpoint or supplicate, my lord, husband...
But may I live & die if fair ever turn sour
or our summer fester rather than show summer flowers with no pitched provisos
& integers-to-be, no part to fix, no comeuppance, none.
If I had had the foreground I’d be subsiding in attrition as it were,
I’d have heaven’s grace to weed out pleasure as well as caution.
& if I had taken fewer notes I’d have less power to hurt
in expressing “you,” “me” & any unclenched feelings
which we can’t pinpoint or supplicate, my lord, husband...
But may I live & die if fair ever turn sour
or our summer fester rather than show summer flowers with no pitched provisos
& integers-to-be, no part to fix, no comeuppance, none.
Your immaculate body becomes numbers and detached frequencies.
So “pronounce” it —
That’s good.
Now draw the strings. OK.
— what do you know!
Mayhem goes off softly
So hard to shovel, soft to fall
White, rose, pale red —
A roving shadow feeling like
A thermometer — legends say,
Crossing fingers blood standing’s
More feeler than hand,
So it shakes the nombril ray,
A maneuver crest high just dimming the drowned thumb,
A sculpture with a cup.
So “pronounce” it —
That’s good.
Now draw the strings. OK.
— what do you know!
Mayhem goes off softly
So hard to shovel, soft to fall
White, rose, pale red —
A roving shadow feeling like
A thermometer — legends say,
Crossing fingers blood standing’s
More feeler than hand,
So it shakes the nombril ray,
A maneuver crest high just dimming the drowned thumb,
A sculpture with a cup.
7/12/24
113: Replete with you,
I chose a rogue anime — you with failing vision in my mind,
Not watching birds, new creatures.. even new mountaineers.
True, since I left you I’ve gone partly blind, as well, but I tell my mind I see you day and night.
All untrue. Mostly.
Mostly my point is awfully slight — incapable of more, outright unkind
~ For leaving you — to my mind, all this seems effectually rude ~
Replete with you, even dove-forms and sea-crows pay you homage in my eye, as all alive are shaped by your outdoor manners.
A few, even the crudest, impart some of your features
and get noticed — but deliver no sweet part of you, true mind.
I chose a rogue anime — you with failing vision in my mind,
Not watching birds, new creatures.. even new mountaineers.
True, since I left you I’ve gone partly blind, as well, but I tell my mind I see you day and night.
All untrue. Mostly.
Mostly my point is awfully slight — incapable of more, outright unkind
~ For leaving you — to my mind, all this seems effectually rude ~
Replete with you, even dove-forms and sea-crows pay you homage in my eye, as all alive are shaped by your outdoor manners.
A few, even the crudest, impart some of your features
and get noticed — but deliver no sweet part of you, true mind.
How the cosmos is unexplained, parts one and two. In the first, taxonomies are set in weathered deco, dimly lit by the affiliated overflow while astronomers stand there from a famous university with nothing to give back.
In the mental part, covert specialists use tightly wound diversions to gain advantage for incriminating thoughts. They march with different cause-ists and solons halfway; paternalism indulged through wisecracks. But most of the others, humanists, are reformed as divas or idiots stuck in the minority and they take the bullets; why?
[We’ll be right back. ]
In the mental part, covert specialists use tightly wound diversions to gain advantage for incriminating thoughts. They march with different cause-ists and solons halfway; paternalism indulged through wisecracks. But most of the others, humanists, are reformed as divas or idiots stuck in the minority and they take the bullets; why?
[We’ll be right back. ]
7/11/24
A few minutes ago there were bright blue shadows.
Our refuge is on a formal mission; higher:
This is the bridge. Have you been?
You’re breathing up poetry, our mission’s part scribble / disassociation.
Lifting the moon, a figure in the ruse
whose voiceovers speak in prophesies and conjecture.
And you were fantasic, couldn’t have been nicer
tasting great from the natural order
of unmade white air. And after
Lilacs with mesh made alembic tubes mate
over magnets. Tubes lit with disentanglements.
No prayer in all directions.
Our refuge is on a formal mission; higher:
This is the bridge. Have you been?
You’re breathing up poetry, our mission’s part scribble / disassociation.
Lifting the moon, a figure in the ruse
whose voiceovers speak in prophesies and conjecture.
And you were fantasic, couldn’t have been nicer
tasting great from the natural order
of unmade white air. And after
Lilacs with mesh made alembic tubes mate
over magnets. Tubes lit with disentanglements.
No prayer in all directions.
Your bromide is familiar. You’re gaining attention for the wrong infinite reasons, Jungfrau.
Stay where you are. Exploit the familiar, even an inkling. Glow lost, fast.
The cosmos is unwilling to plow far ahead, now or later, this way or that — what we inhabit is neither a stoner planet nor merely some plywood-dream-and-particulates object flown in time (w/ fewer and fewer true intrigues).
There’s much history.
Shadow sensory awareness, one chosen medium.
Darkest flowers are em-poisoned by design, grateful astrochemists oozin’ adrenaline
for their audience, saboteurs of the heart.
Stay where you are. Exploit the familiar, even an inkling. Glow lost, fast.
The cosmos is unwilling to plow far ahead, now or later, this way or that — what we inhabit is neither a stoner planet nor merely some plywood-dream-and-particulates object flown in time (w/ fewer and fewer true intrigues).
There’s much history.
Shadow sensory awareness, one chosen medium.
Darkest flowers are em-poisoned by design, grateful astrochemists oozin’ adrenaline
for their audience, saboteurs of the heart.
28: Robbing the cradle, the big picture shows me my modest place.
I’m technically adept dining in (or out) day by night and night by day —
each of us like the other’s reigning enemy taking umbrage from grumpy distortion,
fractured logic (Hex 39) and our combined morbidity.
While I always flatter you in my long consents,
daily, nightly I work on my music farther from you now,
happy, long toil to stronger sorrows and griefs repurposed by your consent.. So both of us never sleep, exactly — I’m pleasing you thru me,
exactly, and vice versa.
I’m technically adept dining in (or out) day by night and night by day —
each of us like the other’s reigning enemy taking umbrage from grumpy distortion,
fractured logic (Hex 39) and our combined morbidity.
While I always flatter you in my long consents,
daily, nightly I work on my music farther from you now,
happy, long toil to stronger sorrows and griefs repurposed by your consent.. So both of us never sleep, exactly — I’m pleasing you thru me,
exactly, and vice versa.
Ode to the near dead (or maybe just now d.e.a.d.).
A beautiful meal is a life sentence: dead..
everyone’s in place.
Food also knows where it belongs.
The stage could brighten.
But is it dark matter inhibiting our endowment?
Knowing the ropes to scale now
clearing the dining club of simple comforts —
Stern, all the food pecked over, even down
to our own piece, last place, last row ..dead..
A beautiful meal is a life sentence: dead..
everyone’s in place.
Food also knows where it belongs.
The stage could brighten.
But is it dark matter inhibiting our endowment?
Knowing the ropes to scale now
clearing the dining club of simple comforts —
Stern, all the food pecked over, even down
to our own piece, last place, last row ..dead..
7/10/24
That night the radon lashed boosts, whole with winning,
Edged, mirrored glittery staff, pollen
Floating things and hidden. River and pier bounced and flew up to your window.
A pane showed a part of your profile
Which migrated (somehow)
Falling on, but also magnified
Looking whole, below the sill.
After it drifted, it didn’t care.
I didn’t care. It was beaten.
Edged, mirrored glittery staff, pollen
Floating things and hidden. River and pier bounced and flew up to your window.
A pane showed a part of your profile
Which migrated (somehow)
Falling on, but also magnified
Looking whole, below the sill.
After it drifted, it didn’t care.
I didn’t care. It was beaten.
Hail, love, I was in hell with you
Having seen again all the mud we throw.
We’re not living there now; it’s too far to drive, leaving us out drenched to the waist, hanging down on the roadwalk looking a little ‘filmed over.’
The now is? I don’t know where it went or was. I wonder if we’ll show up there.
These questions are battered about.
Having seen again all the mud we throw.
We’re not living there now; it’s too far to drive, leaving us out drenched to the waist, hanging down on the roadwalk looking a little ‘filmed over.’
The now is? I don’t know where it went or was. I wonder if we’ll show up there.
These questions are battered about.
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!
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!
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.)
7/9/24
Celebrity stalkers are in the grips of mistaken identity, immune to sudden desire with intimacy. What have they got to lose?
Bags and bags of money for one, handed over to reflection in infinite battle with consciousness.
As a result, the named oceans are dated,
Pouting, getting better! When they come to — there will be perorations re-framing rainwater within fairer, democratic scents rimming sunlight in suspension, ripped, a lot off
Amputated chutes!
Bags and bags of money for one, handed over to reflection in infinite battle with consciousness.
As a result, the named oceans are dated,
Pouting, getting better! When they come to — there will be perorations re-framing rainwater within fairer, democratic scents rimming sunlight in suspension, ripped, a lot off
Amputated chutes!
Sonnet 105: We express idolatry as science. Fair, kind, true.
Amazing to meet you as well as science, two in one.
Amazing to touch your penumbra, feel influenced by funky themes, many songs.
I was pleased you communicated thru love.
Take care, and take your time;
likewise, inspire small talk between you
while keeping the sum under surveillance. You both look good put together.
Amazing to meet you as well as science, two in one.
Amazing to touch your penumbra, feel influenced by funky themes, many songs.
I was pleased you communicated thru love.
Take care, and take your time;
likewise, inspire small talk between you
while keeping the sum under surveillance. You both look good put together.
You & he wonder about summer’s eternal
possessions, buds, shade & one day (of)
staying chaste .. It’s on the house.
It feels great out ahead until there’s a threshold.
By the same rule there’s too hot
a reliance on eye pleasure, a threshold as well as a border to disaster, off
Optimizing the center where death lives.
Which path do the photons take?
The answer takes more than studied ambiguity
Yet mortal looks adore one’s beauty still.
possessions, buds, shade & one day (of)
staying chaste .. It’s on the house.
It feels great out ahead until there’s a threshold.
By the same rule there’s too hot
a reliance on eye pleasure, a threshold as well as a border to disaster, off
Optimizing the center where death lives.
Which path do the photons take?
The answer takes more than studied ambiguity
Yet mortal looks adore one’s beauty still.
7/8/24
Before the new rulers arrived, there’s flamenco.
Water worship, exquisitely handcrafted
meditation retributions.. It’s
no accident the hollow inside our pessimistic theory gets mixed up, a gossiper said —
our overlapping symbols’re way out at sea.
Our sea. Our flamenco in transition.
Our faith and consequences.
Water worship, exquisitely handcrafted
meditation retributions.. It’s
no accident the hollow inside our pessimistic theory gets mixed up, a gossiper said —
our overlapping symbols’re way out at sea.
Our sea. Our flamenco in transition.
Our faith and consequences.
85: It takes substance and breadth; the going price of unlettered, brusque desire..
...a rare cigarette case, may I? A big desire looked after in coded forms and knots...
No thanks. Just piano and voice. Piano and your voice... Or let’s
Practice being still. (The high meal.) Inductions to other habits — hearing your breath,
I think in speaking, in effect, projecting dumb ideas.
The woven haze drags down sculptures of floppy appeal
Like light praise warmed over by spinning “Amens”
— I cannot phrase scents of snow, sunlight and your utter loss
— my tongue tied crying, folding then into thoughts.
...a rare cigarette case, may I? A big desire looked after in coded forms and knots...
No thanks. Just piano and voice. Piano and your voice... Or let’s
Practice being still. (The high meal.) Inductions to other habits — hearing your breath,
I think in speaking, in effect, projecting dumb ideas.
The woven haze drags down sculptures of floppy appeal
Like light praise warmed over by spinning “Amens”
— I cannot phrase scents of snow, sunlight and your utter loss
— my tongue tied crying, folding then into thoughts.
Bleating gulps, pouring vodka that swirls in an action film clip with multiple data fields and a crew of deft extras in malaise. Their theorems about pain are supported by one or another grabbing ropes, showing pain.
I’m told you’d prefer not to watch. It’s better using your own voice to ask a friend or two, pretending they are you, falling mute.
I’m told you’d prefer not to watch. It’s better using your own voice to ask a friend or two, pretending they are you, falling mute.
7/7/24
Second view, just a scent — of water and sunlight, of loss, of untitled confusion — underlies twisted (Have beaten) and dropped topic headers (are brute). Higher, I think, goes the max explorer.
Hyper-manly references are scooped up from one segment of the sensate scale, motivated by an ambivert more than sexual need. Joe Ceravolo insists one follow along his line of reasoning (Supply it flowing out).That’s enforced by repetition at the end, “in this rice Spring.” Syntactical Photoshop gives the visual imagination warm(ed over) rice, in grief, and slushy leftovers of physical demands, audacious desire (Supply me), and inconceivable, hoped-for unfrozen spectacle (because there is in this rice Spring).
Spectacle, desire — points of origin even slush ought not do without. When we find these, we know we’re closing in.
Hyper-manly references are scooped up from one segment of the sensate scale, motivated by an ambivert more than sexual need. Joe Ceravolo insists one follow along his line of reasoning (Supply it flowing out).That’s enforced by repetition at the end, “in this rice Spring.” Syntactical Photoshop gives the visual imagination warm(ed over) rice, in grief, and slushy leftovers of physical demands, audacious desire (Supply me), and inconceivable, hoped-for unfrozen spectacle (because there is in this rice Spring).
Spectacle, desire — points of origin even slush ought not do without. When we find these, we know we’re closing in.
Sonnet 3:
Now is time. Maybe
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. Maybe
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.
Failures in love are heinous, antique, never in 2 places enough needing permission, shuttered, untainted & bleak, drear & just dumb.
Translations = ‘live serious & young’ ;
‘articles have been written ...’ = ‘long-lived, still this croaks’ ;
‘snow falling backwards’ = up & up / course untainted ;
‘the world of secrets is its own’ = dire patterns to succeeding circumstance.
Translations = ‘live serious & young’ ;
‘articles have been written ...’ = ‘long-lived, still this croaks’ ;
‘snow falling backwards’ = up & up / course untainted ;
‘the world of secrets is its own’ = dire patterns to succeeding circumstance.
7/6/24
Boomerang this: It looks easy
A draped profile — that’s what we called
It. Enrolled and spurned
Whirling and stuffing our-
Selves into a saddle shape,
Hauling it above Perth and myrrh.
With every rallentando we feel cleaner.
Goals and coral glow...
Cold escapement, warm gloss...
Distinguish the feel. ‘Pronounce it.’ Blonde, navy, pale teal,
Little by little ears and
Eyes shift in philanthropic torpor
Topping the Liszt.
A draped profile — that’s what we called
It. Enrolled and spurned
Whirling and stuffing our-
Selves into a saddle shape,
Hauling it above Perth and myrrh.
With every rallentando we feel cleaner.
Goals and coral glow...
Cold escapement, warm gloss...
Distinguish the feel. ‘Pronounce it.’ Blonde, navy, pale teal,
Little by little ears and
Eyes shift in philanthropic torpor
Topping the Liszt.
We can take empty form into perpetuity where I’ll subsist in attrition finding and picking up “encircling purviews” for travel — a shore in maneuvers pitched way up like mores with infectious integers-to-be.
A buzz keeps my eyes open when I am (or was) looking misplaced or miscalled, taking dictation to wrap up sleep.
A buzz keeps my eyes open when I am (or was) looking misplaced or miscalled, taking dictation to wrap up sleep.
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, anyone 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, anyone 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.
Affordable Noh. That’s both of us w/ big ways of explanation. We’re a match in perseverance, trying to spook w/ pedagogy when we meet, somersaulting in /
What went around then came gasping, the more irregular the verb:
At fight camp all you bring are wet marks over your shirt — there you go — cadet-ed!
Inductions to your other habits —
The flying haze drags down sculptures of felted helium
A little like nerves of drones spinning in warm wind.
Noh stuff.
What went around then came gasping, the more irregular the verb:
At fight camp all you bring are wet marks over your shirt — there you go — cadet-ed!
Inductions to your other habits —
The flying haze drags down sculptures of felted helium
A little like nerves of drones spinning in warm wind.
Noh stuff.
7/5/24
Pollution control. This medicine causes confusion.
Yes, we can fudge an alphabet from a dirty grid of circles.
We can whip up an alphabet of symbols within other system alphabets
helping us read from grids, other notions and more homonyms
as well as take on upgrades for discoursing in colloquial physics.
Yet a steel door stays open. Here are the last letters of bliss.
We best defer to the upgrades to shake them off. Back to the distracting alphabets.
Deep blues and silvers with biological shades perform as vowels;
consonants are shown with senior upgrades,
slurred with what is everpresent.
Yes, we can fudge an alphabet from a dirty grid of circles.
We can whip up an alphabet of symbols within other system alphabets
helping us read from grids, other notions and more homonyms
as well as take on upgrades for discoursing in colloquial physics.
Yet a steel door stays open. Here are the last letters of bliss.
We best defer to the upgrades to shake them off. Back to the distracting alphabets.
Deep blues and silvers with biological shades perform as vowels;
consonants are shown with senior upgrades,
slurred with what is everpresent.
Collaborating on 1’s entrance essay: 1 firmly believes 1 can do this. 1 question is the same.
Nothing will go wrong?
Part 2: Question losses, excesses.*
*The answer is the same. Next, 1 did 1’s homework, which was study more for a spelling bee.
Scorched & metallic, sexual dynamism... it’s a quarterback problem. What used to smoke will come back as an erotic v-neck of lurches off dotted lines missing your skin. Had 1 a next will? can 1 spare a smile of understanding?
Edens of chiastic inquiry .. into no 1 word yet —
how yet no word prevents coincidence in love.
Nothing will go wrong?
Part 2: Question losses, excesses.*
*The answer is the same. Next, 1 did 1’s homework, which was study more for a spelling bee.
Scorched & metallic, sexual dynamism... it’s a quarterback problem. What used to smoke will come back as an erotic v-neck of lurches off dotted lines missing your skin. Had 1 a next will? can 1 spare a smile of understanding?
Edens of chiastic inquiry .. into no 1 word yet —
how yet no word prevents coincidence in love.
7/4/24
Showing results for our lives in disgrace: Why not lust? ‘You’re profane..
doing this.. I offered. Just we won’t wear much / a feel of spring.
Bluets voices report to ultra rich to get the best pricing,
It feels better. Go. Fees balanced. Good.’
Then you told me that borrowed methods go even further —
Yellow slickers, three of the same clam diggers have.
Footropes in oil hold /
as we roll our waists /
spreading the sun, float drawn, rich /
Here we are!
Lust makes us wealthy w/out reason. None needed. It’s mass
-ive, then. After.. surely if you’d like to continue, there are vector
Utilities for expressing more values
— but when lust explodes freely, we’re tailored for
the biggest selling perfume, each spray keeps us on, nearly on fire.
doing this.. I offered. Just we won’t wear much / a feel of spring.
Bluets voices report to ultra rich to get the best pricing,
It feels better. Go. Fees balanced. Good.’
Then you told me that borrowed methods go even further —
Yellow slickers, three of the same clam diggers have.
Footropes in oil hold /
as we roll our waists /
spreading the sun, float drawn, rich /
Here we are!
Lust makes us wealthy w/out reason. None needed. It’s mass
-ive, then. After.. surely if you’d like to continue, there are vector
Utilities for expressing more values
— but when lust explodes freely, we’re tailored for
the biggest selling perfume, each spray keeps us on, nearly on fire.
Sonnet 26: My life is charged by your respect. A merit so great
I don’t sleep much, but I'm given an exemption, I hope.
My thought is tottered, all naked but mostly fair.
Dear you,
I send you this. Finer aspects lacking for a good generalist’s conceit... I’m wanting words to show I am barely half a wit. My writing addresses itself deliberately to look made up, to look as if we need a hand skipping dinner, combing through jabs and moving high and low pressure points peeled back from getting our tenuous, jutting fingers into and under the interstate that brings us home.
I don’t think driving in my mind can be boasted of only moving from point to point but it’s great I don’t worry it gets easier, better.
Un-reproved, how I love you. I do.
I don’t sleep much, but I'm given an exemption, I hope.
My thought is tottered, all naked but mostly fair.
Dear you,
I send you this. Finer aspects lacking for a good generalist’s conceit... I’m wanting words to show I am barely half a wit. My writing addresses itself deliberately to look made up, to look as if we need a hand skipping dinner, combing through jabs and moving high and low pressure points peeled back from getting our tenuous, jutting fingers into and under the interstate that brings us home.
I don’t think driving in my mind can be boasted of only moving from point to point but it’s great I don’t worry it gets easier, better.
Un-reproved, how I love you. I do.
7/3/24
Cupid fell into olive swelter in unnamed aromas,
freeing his dogs, leading to you. Let’s make clear
perhaps tomorrow is not merely this
(and not as binding to resume ever since).
By your previous leave, previous whisper
Cupid wears a blouse, Cupid’s blank stare =
blast furnaces getting head to circumvent
breathing blithely
When we pull the blinds we see re-permitted slums of eucalyptus,
outside, re-permitted paths where walk-ons play their people parts.
Later or meanwhile, we don’t know more, eyes shut to whether
there are good times or bad ahead of war.
freeing his dogs, leading to you. Let’s make clear
perhaps tomorrow is not merely this
(and not as binding to resume ever since).
By your previous leave, previous whisper
Cupid wears a blouse, Cupid’s blank stare =
blast furnaces getting head to circumvent
breathing blithely
When we pull the blinds we see re-permitted slums of eucalyptus,
outside, re-permitted paths where walk-ons play their people parts.
Later or meanwhile, we don’t know more, eyes shut to whether
there are good times or bad ahead of war.
Keep secrets of teleportation to float free.
Free momentarily. Here or there are volatility models according to script, vocalism in a sense. We’re beaming them and their feelings up with known and hidden risks — a fat chance shifting their weight brings on slimmer odds for recovery.
All or nothing, you’re on your own.
Free momentarily. Here or there are volatility models according to script, vocalism in a sense. We’re beaming them and their feelings up with known and hidden risks — a fat chance shifting their weight brings on slimmer odds for recovery.
All or nothing, you’re on your own.
7/2/24
To figure out how you think about another’s poem as you review and write about it seems fairly stupid, except when you turn to invention techniques. To merge poetry and prose is against all the rules, and may be another procedural breakthrough, especially for those who have been disciplined to follow directions (and not get caught). Simple to say, but the review should be as interesting as the reviewed, without getting in the way.
“Here I use my shaken my voice..”
First on wrong, quaint, then drenched though slackened
Janus was proud to sponsor Janus
shaking this neap vapor through no shadow weighed, no
ten or more fears on slopes
meeting above the steps coincided with their light.
A high-clip to the final base
atmospherics, their blast patching the thaw
— spirals discharge, wind heats the ground and trees open.
First on wrong, quaint, then drenched though slackened
Janus was proud to sponsor Janus
shaking this neap vapor through no shadow weighed, no
ten or more fears on slopes
meeting above the steps coincided with their light.
A high-clip to the final base
atmospherics, their blast patching the thaw
— spirals discharge, wind heats the ground and trees open.
107: Even tho you can’t concentrate, you’re in a balmy place, well..
A place I’ve never been before. You’re dreaming 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 and personal rights, dreaming endlessly.
A place I’ve never been before. You’re dreaming 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 and personal rights, dreaming endlessly.
Errant is not mistaken for arbitrary.
Bundles of marble, really?
In a way our two universes just feel like games..
2 side-by-side arrays for time, harmony within a philosophy (moving spatial dimensions)
a few hours forward.
Ghosts conserved for the surface, torn off
mountainous pates, in a rage and afterlife
like phosphorous’s. Our universal inference takes on compressed form, a ‘crown’ of contradictions
veer toward approximal rhetoric —
Can waving time like a moony branch
supersede nature?
a piece of research asks. Why open
(structures arranged by) atoms (holding thru advanced chemistry)
under quivers at the edge to sleep?
Bundles of marble, really?
In a way our two universes just feel like games..
2 side-by-side arrays for time, harmony within a philosophy (moving spatial dimensions)
a few hours forward.
Ghosts conserved for the surface, torn off
mountainous pates, in a rage and afterlife
like phosphorous’s. Our universal inference takes on compressed form, a ‘crown’ of contradictions
veer toward approximal rhetoric —
Can waving time like a moony branch
supersede nature?
a piece of research asks. Why open
(structures arranged by) atoms (holding thru advanced chemistry)
under quivers at the edge to sleep?
7/1/24
Combustion and dust spores filling avenues between half ass truths.
We delete any plagiarism
— but up to now they have fewer words for ass.
Fielding skepticism makes money harder to borrow. Clenching-tight,
I’m in another century where hoax passes for coming close.
Ass wigs pick up; driftwood gets epigrammatic, their upsides unrelated, pale,
immaculate. The sky has its style, subject to constant upkeep. It’s said.
Plying attention is a field call to valuing ass in the future. And the future notices who attends.
A half ass is out and cannot impinge on the field.
We delete any plagiarism
— but up to now they have fewer words for ass.
Fielding skepticism makes money harder to borrow. Clenching-tight,
I’m in another century where hoax passes for coming close.
Ass wigs pick up; driftwood gets epigrammatic, their upsides unrelated, pale,
immaculate. The sky has its style, subject to constant upkeep. It’s said.
Plying attention is a field call to valuing ass in the future. And the future notices who attends.
A half ass is out and cannot impinge on the field.
I see your inside relevance, binary to binary autosuggestion.
When it gets dark rebooking happens fast.
The relevance we wanted to get to go to a naked singularity, that is
This abstract point now stabilizing outdoors — over the ocean
— smelling you in all your possible reassignments.
— A rank in heaven!
When it gets dark rebooking happens fast.
The relevance we wanted to get to go to a naked singularity, that is
This abstract point now stabilizing outdoors — over the ocean
— smelling you in all your possible reassignments.
— A rank in heaven!
151: Our berserk contact squeezes us into gentle shadows that are too numb to know what conscience is.
We learnt lightly, love is too young. Yet triumph in love is slathered over the poor, betrayed, cheated, even excluded. Axioms and other proofs are what we are deft w/. So the poor-excluded conscience doesn’t count? I can’t tell, I wouldn’t know. Who does?
When instrumentalists and the proud struck their alliance, you and I thought this is a gross prize although our 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 the poor, betrayed, cheated, even excluded. Axioms and other proofs are what we are deft w/. So the poor-excluded conscience doesn’t count? I can’t tell, I wouldn’t know. Who does?
When instrumentalists and the proud struck their alliance, you and I thought this is a gross prize although our ultimatums were rephrased and moral aspirations became more footloose and empirically incontestable as Seven Bagatelles.
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