Folks from a gridded compartment have decided
most perfectionism is out of step
while playing as aficionados of the vulgar
to provoke both nature and full disclosure.
Those organized under their strong gesture shall triumph.
Those compartment folk know this and tap
all our communication, born of necessity. Our own dialog reflects
gritty highly-trafficked back alleys of seduction and violence.
Oooo we’ve discovered our voice.
10/31/24
140: Winter too fast ahead, base description: cruel. Should we be madder?
In sleep even a con anarchist gets seasonal immunity.
Growing, still asleep, this is appealing — better there were much more under preseason wraps.
Snow this soon would be a surprise.
I hadn’t known snow like this. I’m a novice enthusiast, the tongue-tied manner of snow conveying warmth and pity.
Should I go broke? Just relax.
It’s snowing, nothing personal, wafting like deep winter over our awesome hamlet —
Further out the snowblowers pile on like error-prone spiders hustling always. Faster.
In sleep even a con anarchist gets seasonal immunity.
Growing, still asleep, this is appealing — better there were much more under preseason wraps.
Snow this soon would be a surprise.
I hadn’t known snow like this. I’m a novice enthusiast, the tongue-tied manner of snow conveying warmth and pity.
Should I go broke? Just relax.
It’s snowing, nothing personal, wafting like deep winter over our awesome hamlet —
Further out the snowblowers pile on like error-prone spiders hustling always. Faster.
Folks from a gridded compartment have decided
most perfectionism is out of step
while playing as aficionados of the vulgar
to provoke both nature and full disclosure.
Those organized under their strong gesture shall triumph.
Those compartment folk know this and tap
all our communication, born of necessity. Our own dialog reflects
gritty highly-trafficked back alleys of seduction and violence.
Oooo we’ve discovered our voice.
most perfectionism is out of step
while playing as aficionados of the vulgar
to provoke both nature and full disclosure.
Those organized under their strong gesture shall triumph.
Those compartment folk know this and tap
all our communication, born of necessity. Our own dialog reflects
gritty highly-trafficked back alleys of seduction and violence.
Oooo we’ve discovered our voice.
10/30/24
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...
Voices in funnels, a trickledown of some futurity,
Dropping my sights — but now, they’re rising
— this is the fastest way to earn points. And somehow
We’re surrounded by a new opening line:
We write for children, progeny. So
Forward, a debit resonance favors our successors —
We’re nothing but voices that bell without simple words show.
Simple makes a difference, please, make us an offer
As Baby Wateau vanishes
& the cake sale flags — vanished out of memory & sight as I am now.
Dropping my sights — but now, they’re rising
— this is the fastest way to earn points. And somehow
We’re surrounded by a new opening line:
We write for children, progeny. So
Forward, a debit resonance favors our successors —
We’re nothing but voices that bell without simple words show.
Simple makes a difference, please, make us an offer
As Baby Wateau vanishes
& the cake sale flags — vanished out of memory & sight as I am now.
5: No remembrance now. Of confounding beauty. Of your lovely gaze where beauty dwells.
Once I played a stealth painter portraying sweet, unrobed women and men. Subjects were mostly strung out on sofas — big, jaunty shapes who swaddled their inner pooch — gentle work but yes I loved you better frosty / lusty!
I was framed by approaching you in summer, distilling pulverized, liquid dots
— a pointillist prisoner doing time,
never resting, pent in by tyrannical daylight that still excels in leading us on —
Once I played a stealth painter portraying sweet, unrobed women and men. Subjects were mostly strung out on sofas — big, jaunty shapes who swaddled their inner pooch — gentle work but yes I loved you better frosty / lusty!
I was framed by approaching you in summer, distilling pulverized, liquid dots
— a pointillist prisoner doing time,
never resting, pent in by tyrannical daylight that still excels in leading us on —
Kites: pinky juicy crisp
Space parlance —
The language predates mottoes and their handicraft with canned vibration
Slithery, waxed down toward our bumbled abstentions.
Life is better, a few times
Looking broke with pencil marks across gessoed
Pearls — trance police, a hex video
On top under-invented heights.
Space parlance —
The language predates mottoes and their handicraft with canned vibration
Slithery, waxed down toward our bumbled abstentions.
Life is better, a few times
Looking broke with pencil marks across gessoed
Pearls — trance police, a hex video
On top under-invented heights.
10/29/24
Physicalism (product brand continuity) adapts to schemes (a speed-up in thought control).
Government, absent your liberty, is not that impregnable. As background, your charter is one colorful PROCESS shot. A lethal-to-pallid vassal group locksteps to your scent. You yourself clothed less formally, tame, save motives for eagerness.
And this is what I did not want to say.
There is product on the loose.
Government, absent your liberty, is not that impregnable. As background, your charter is one colorful PROCESS shot. A lethal-to-pallid vassal group locksteps to your scent. You yourself clothed less formally, tame, save motives for eagerness.
And this is what I did not want to say.
There is product on the loose.
32: You’re reserved outdoors, for your love adds layers
And exempts us from showing up to enchain, knife, subdue..
That’s once I reach heights of happier men but none like you —
As Satie plays, giving away what we’re better at
— gosh! I read an earlier generation in tears warms up today’s loving style.
Poor from love, a class struggles thinking it’s for real.
The struggle, not the tears.
And exempts us from showing up to enchain, knife, subdue..
That’s once I reach heights of happier men but none like you —
As Satie plays, giving away what we’re better at
— gosh! I read an earlier generation in tears warms up today’s loving style.
Poor from love, a class struggles thinking it’s for real.
The struggle, not the tears.
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 release 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 release pledge.
10/28/24
A poem is like a naked circus person, say, her winter force
Through the green fuse drives extra flowers —
That so?
Some say I’m a poet. Sweating,
A healer is one of a few who drive my green rage —
One who understands the responsibility emerging
Amid roots of poetry’s trees.
(Phosphate and fallen blood will calm her sores.)
And I dined under poetry’s arbors with her through now.
I’m numb to reveal I’ve been offered wings.
Land-locked, our favorites bent by the same wintry fevers
And I’ve never been so impressed.
High time to define manship come of age, long-
Stood. Waking up released. Populations drenched.
A circus repatriated.
Through the green fuse drives extra flowers —
That so?
Some say I’m a poet. Sweating,
A healer is one of a few who drive my green rage —
One who understands the responsibility emerging
Amid roots of poetry’s trees.
(Phosphate and fallen blood will calm her sores.)
And I dined under poetry’s arbors with her through now.
I’m numb to reveal I’ve been offered wings.
Land-locked, our favorites bent by the same wintry fevers
And I’ve never been so impressed.
High time to define manship come of age, long-
Stood. Waking up released. Populations drenched.
A circus repatriated.
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 tear-shedding disputes. Just so, we’re still cloaked in loss. Loss of shame, loss of grief. A salve can heal my storm-beaten face but not the offending wind smudging our wounds into a double-cross of rotten smoke. Why?
It’s not enough I lose, ransomed to disgrace. I’m scared; ah, no relief as such. Not yet. I don’t travel well in new grief. I hide from your face even as it’s shedding dry tears, breaking promises, still breaking me.
Together, you and I define arcs of ironic repentance but worked out in a series of tear-shedding disputes. Just so, we’re still cloaked in loss. Loss of shame, loss of grief. A salve can heal my storm-beaten face but not the offending wind smudging our wounds into a double-cross of rotten smoke. Why?
It’s not enough I lose, ransomed to disgrace. I’m scared; ah, no relief as such. Not yet. I don’t travel well in new grief. I hide from your face even as it’s shedding dry tears, breaking promises, still breaking me.
The no-fantasies plan, weeks running backwards
After the announcer’s ecstasy — there are no water edges or dikes
Yet / or even a rush of civilized dichotomy.
Music filters out hearsay against the sky.
All the airports sink back in black and white fjords.
Day to day sometimes the sun’s light goes for more...
Going to be here as long as it takes.
After the announcer’s ecstasy — there are no water edges or dikes
Yet / or even a rush of civilized dichotomy.
Music filters out hearsay against the sky.
All the airports sink back in black and white fjords.
Day to day sometimes the sun’s light goes for more...
Going to be here as long as it takes.
10/27/24
Can you place our names? I, for one, have a single conceit for one’s alter-ego, one’s asides and decorative indeterminacy.
This in three parts: I’ve misspelled a sign celebrating public domains in fair use. #1. And there’s the stagey hand hath put disgrace, which we could dream up and complete for the watchman’s face (anyone’s face with jaunty attributes that are more than 'good enough.')
#2: Once inside a face, little agency, no intervention, only stripes of ideas multiplying, keeping faith, mining the rich veins, designing solid speech that rips thru self-satisfaction all day, One thinks:
So #3: Many infolding explosive arcs of competing constructs.. all flare into neat blocks of aqueous shimmer! Blocks we’ve been party to after we stopped waiting.
Hitherto ethos sussed southpaws, so young loves per lifetime meet all their counterparts halfway, borrowing a troy ounce of your face again and again, slanting a blurred promise we think we had or we forgot we had after hours, all for you, letting it die down.
#2: Once inside a face, little agency, no intervention, only stripes of ideas multiplying, keeping faith, mining the rich veins, designing solid speech that rips thru self-satisfaction all day, One thinks:
So #3: Many infolding explosive arcs of competing constructs.. all flare into neat blocks of aqueous shimmer! Blocks we’ve been party to after we stopped waiting.
Hitherto ethos sussed southpaws, so young loves per lifetime meet all their counterparts halfway, borrowing a troy ounce of your face again and again, slanting a blurred promise we think we had or we forgot we had after hours, all for you, letting it die down.
117: What’s virtue? J’accuse thus: I have to repay all bonds as punishment for my willfulness and errors.
Whereto I recommend free time with ex-writers, video vignette makers, engineers, others unknown, indistinguishable from applied scientists.
For now, after work we non-haters should accumulate human illuminated octane wearing shades, tailored tees.
To which (given time) ‘should’ = ‘want to’ = our gusto is waking proof — scant proof without you, o dear, dragged, transported far from your great level.
All to the winds since our inner bonds still tie me day by day under your august love:
But there’s solitude, as confidences accumulate to give in to the desert constants farthest from our sight.
Whereto I recommend free time with ex-writers, video vignette makers, engineers, others unknown, indistinguishable from applied scientists.
For now, after work we non-haters should accumulate human illuminated octane wearing shades, tailored tees.
To which (given time) ‘should’ = ‘want to’ = our gusto is waking proof — scant proof without you, o dear, dragged, transported far from your great level.
All to the winds since our inner bonds still tie me day by day under your august love:
But there’s solitude, as confidences accumulate to give in to the desert constants farthest from our sight.
Like Clint Eastwood I was shifty
Once. What was that all about?
I know where I am going gawky, rattling my cage.
What happened? Diagramming conditions of jitters and others’ sentences, I am anonymous either way.
Thank you, cohorts, for cartoons and commissioned videos shrieking with what I must bury.
Once. What was that all about?
I know where I am going gawky, rattling my cage.
What happened? Diagramming conditions of jitters and others’ sentences, I am anonymous either way.
Thank you, cohorts, for cartoons and commissioned videos shrieking with what I must bury.
10/26/24
Violence takes over. Breathtaking.
Auto-electrocuted. But calmed down again. No more texting.. sore thumbs. There’s a dual nature of justice going around in “resentment and forgiveness” with high notes we won’t deflate, given my muggy, fantastic tenor. Jittery, practically soundless often, active against the v meme. But I reach another point where violence, now traceable in my voice, draws me in.
Auto-electrocuted. But calmed down again. No more texting.. sore thumbs. There’s a dual nature of justice going around in “resentment and forgiveness” with high notes we won’t deflate, given my muggy, fantastic tenor. Jittery, practically soundless often, active against the v meme. But I reach another point where violence, now traceable in my voice, draws me in.
99: Stay on the hunt, tough to please, speculate
even as vengeful tectonic plates jump over (ouch)
our fears, shame and despair.
Annexed to you, a purple violet seems grossly dyed, your soft cheek
raining havoc for lilies.. marjoram, my love’s breath, your breath. (Uh.) Here’s where you and I lose the scent. Ever
-yone does. Clouded
flames ennoble the sky to blush through (ouch)
my love’s veins, your hands, both of us among thorns ..
condemned for pride, proud I’m going on all nerves stolen from you.
even as vengeful tectonic plates jump over (ouch)
our fears, shame and despair.
Annexed to you, a purple violet seems grossly dyed, your soft cheek
raining havoc for lilies.. marjoram, my love’s breath, your breath. (Uh.) Here’s where you and I lose the scent. Ever
-yone does. Clouded
flames ennoble the sky to blush through (ouch)
my love’s veins, your hands, both of us among thorns ..
condemned for pride, proud I’m going on all nerves stolen from you.
10/25/24
We went nowhere. Already propositions become a promise.
At first random, as noted last century, there’s a rustic perp to expat style and muddled cool.
2 million years a species, sexual liberty never expires, but elimination of error is piping hot
while I’m learning the ropes trying.
Do you write while you edit?
At first random, as noted last century, there’s a rustic perp to expat style and muddled cool.
2 million years a species, sexual liberty never expires, but elimination of error is piping hot
while I’m learning the ropes trying.
Do you write while you edit?
114: I say.
I say drink up.
We or most of us have a destiny in flattery, avid aftermaths.
My eyes drink in thanks for there’s so much turning lesser sin to perfect gusto. So many substitutes. So many fat chances —
But now it’s beyond that.
O I say it’s late to vocalize what my mind sinks to, finding you only in resemblances.
I say drink up.
We or most of us have a destiny in flattery, avid aftermaths.
My eyes drink in thanks for there’s so much turning lesser sin to perfect gusto. So many substitutes. So many fat chances —
But now it’s beyond that.
O I say it’s late to vocalize what my mind sinks to, finding you only in resemblances.
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 meditations.. 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 meditations.. 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.
10/24/24
80: ...cross-pollination of English and psychology wracks up a revitalizing boundless deep. I’ll assume you suspect I faint when I wrote this. Situationists use the shallowest fare and re-chart it onto subterranean literature. When I write about you, I’m in worthless sympathy, humbled and worse, tongue-tied while I try a couple of poses —Ha — there are great benefits spent by proud, broad-minded recruits afloat, ocean wide! Wouldn’t you know they are in an infinite series in the history of fame and naval bavardage. (Or from another angle they are the series — teasers as well as the teased but goodly proud, cast away.) Ha.
10/23/24
I have decent rooms and vegetarian board. Living large is an art prepared without a couth manual. I hope you’re both open to a former way of life stocked with interfering colorations of air as in a plush, intimate drawing room augmented with coarse bouquet. Like Elizabethans, say, we would see there were lots of tulle and offline making of amends. Music sounds on alert changing uniforms for the weekend with some breathy, lithe, spooky edge.
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.
10/22/24
113: Replete with you,
I chose a rogue anime — you with failing vision in my mind,
unwatching birds, creatures.. even mountaineers.
True, since I left you I’ve gone partly blind myself, yet I tell my mind I see you day and night.
All untrue. Mostly.
Mostly my point is awfully slight — incapable of more, out and about, unkind
~ For leaving you, to my mind, seems effectually rude ~
Replete with you, even dove-forms and sea-crows pay you homage in my eye, as tho shaped by your outdoor manners.
A few, even the crudest, impart some of your features
and gain our attention — but deliver no sweet part of you, true mind.
I chose a rogue anime — you with failing vision in my mind,
unwatching birds, creatures.. even mountaineers.
True, since I left you I’ve gone partly blind myself, yet I tell my mind I see you day and night.
All untrue. Mostly.
Mostly my point is awfully slight — incapable of more, out and about, unkind
~ For leaving you, to my mind, seems effectually rude ~
Replete with you, even dove-forms and sea-crows pay you homage in my eye, as tho shaped by your outdoor manners.
A few, even the crudest, impart some of your features
and gain our attention — but deliver no sweet part of you, true mind.
$ transfer: I’m sleep.
An only hill / a huge stage
I’ve been searching
Awake most nights, debates that decay:
A clean face in the morning − caped
W/ sounds. Sounds caped w/ light, the best
When I perceive dogs and woods in salt air
Together, like them and like us.
Can you dig stillness? Can you keep an eye out, the ocean over.
An only hill / a huge stage
I’ve been searching
Awake most nights, debates that decay:
A clean face in the morning − caped
W/ sounds. Sounds caped w/ light, the best
When I perceive dogs and woods in salt air
Together, like them and like us.
Can you dig stillness? Can you keep an eye out, the ocean over.
10/21/24
Sonnet 150:
Power to the powerful. A truism like this reminds me of a simple turn of the ignition, no big deal... A trek over scrubland back at that bind where you and others were fed insights beyond evolutionary limits. All in an identical, fast manner — everyone repeating one message while sugarcoating skyrockets as financial news idles by in choppy ‘prose.’
Would you like to ask questions or can we demo our depth of skill?
Just cause won’t be brought up. I deduce you’ll come packing another head game to make me love you again... this time giving no cause to hate. True love, O who or what depth of yours gave the lie to sway me as more worthy now to love you more?
Power to the powerful. A truism like this reminds me of a simple turn of the ignition, no big deal... A trek over scrubland back at that bind where you and others were fed insights beyond evolutionary limits. All in an identical, fast manner — everyone repeating one message while sugarcoating skyrockets as financial news idles by in choppy ‘prose.’
Would you like to ask questions or can we demo our depth of skill?
Just cause won’t be brought up. I deduce you’ll come packing another head game to make me love you again... this time giving no cause to hate. True love, O who or what depth of yours gave the lie to sway me as more worthy now to love you more?
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.
10/20/24
Error is a norm of understanding.
Then again — I’m hooked on figurative exposition. Maybe I’m inspired by your stockpile of halo-ed vowel-movers — long-sought cornflowers struck a paramount for this, the rockiest of calculations, burlesques of anatomic pastiche — to show off before self-effacing, tall, slim complexities and transgressive contradictions, all ambition. It’s because I say so
Tomorrow will mete out facts to impel more comfortable indeterminacy — for now anxious telepaths, minus me, rush in devotion to their next decimal of the property. This might be why we’ll read over the presentation, juggle a few heads
and let you know when. By tomorrow.
Then again — I’m hooked on figurative exposition. Maybe I’m inspired by your stockpile of halo-ed vowel-movers — long-sought cornflowers struck a paramount for this, the rockiest of calculations, burlesques of anatomic pastiche — to show off before self-effacing, tall, slim complexities and transgressive contradictions, all ambition. It’s because I say so
Tomorrow will mete out facts to impel more comfortable indeterminacy — for now anxious telepaths, minus me, rush in devotion to their next decimal of the property. This might be why we’ll read over the presentation, juggle a few heads
and let you know when. By tomorrow.
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.
Not a koan
(how could
it
be un-impaled?)
— Religious type, agnostic,
both listened to reason while a temple friend sliced
off a nipple. It was the middle way,
enlightenment so simplified, you can spell it out.
Lightning over fog. Over ravines. Knower and the known, all branches, all matter — an open-miked state of big joy, electrons.
A sweet industrial morsel went for all 3 doors assuming no threshold ahead where materiality can’t exist. No dissonance, no interruption.
These could be so
as Buddha and Buddhists are only disparities.
(how could
it
be un-impaled?)
— Religious type, agnostic,
both listened to reason while a temple friend sliced
off a nipple. It was the middle way,
enlightenment so simplified, you can spell it out.
Lightning over fog. Over ravines. Knower and the known, all branches, all matter — an open-miked state of big joy, electrons.
A sweet industrial morsel went for all 3 doors assuming no threshold ahead where materiality can’t exist. No dissonance, no interruption.
These could be so
as Buddha and Buddhists are only disparities.
10/19/24
At midnight again Gogol, Nikolay Gogol, with a master’s degree in these matters — he said the mass 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 skull 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 many children and all that song contains, all I could have told you.
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 future verse.
I thought of you giving us cohorts sweet aid, other fair gifts.. I can see how our pride flies away along with others’. Out of control dreams work around a crowd of familiars whom we help to write.
Once our brains ripen, we won’t concede — neither to calm victory or fear. At night, say, I lack a loose affable character beyond a mortal self.. both that and a familiar’s ghost-morality strike me as too precious then like now — like enfeeblement, non-growth, like filling this line.
I thought of you giving us cohorts sweet aid, other fair gifts.. I can see how our pride flies away along with others’. Out of control dreams work around a crowd of familiars whom we help to write.
Once our brains ripen, we won’t concede — neither to calm victory or fear. At night, say, I lack a loose affable character beyond a mortal self.. both that and a familiar’s ghost-morality strike me as too precious then like now — like enfeeblement, non-growth, like filling this line.
10/18/24
A petting zoo cannot stand for practice?
As a curator of sorts, I have to ask. A lot.
Your space calls for more.
Defy self interest.
What’s left is alpine only in one direction,
but metabolism will live on / off anyhow, all
along with clumsy, fearless tempos,
a framework for rants surrounded by cool ceramic
wallboard, balmy altar figures.. worth conserving or not?
As a curator of sorts, I have to ask. A lot.
Your space calls for more.
Defy self interest.
What’s left is alpine only in one direction,
but metabolism will live on / off anyhow, all
along with clumsy, fearless tempos,
a framework for rants surrounded by cool ceramic
wallboard, balmy altar figures.. worth conserving or not?
5: No remembrance now. Of confounding beauty. Of your lovely gaze where your allure dwells.
Once I played a stealth painter portraying sweet women and men. Subjects were mostly strung out on sofas — big, jaunty shapes who swaddled their inner pooch — gentle work back then but yes I loved you better frosty / lusty!
I was framed, approaching you in summer, distilling pulverized, liquid dots
— a pointillist prisoner doing time,
never resting, pent in by daylight that still excels, leading us on —
Once I played a stealth painter portraying sweet women and men. Subjects were mostly strung out on sofas — big, jaunty shapes who swaddled their inner pooch — gentle work back then but yes I loved you better frosty / lusty!
I was framed, approaching you in summer, distilling pulverized, liquid dots
— a pointillist prisoner doing time,
never resting, pent in by daylight that still excels, leading us on —
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 some of this, so someone’s dismissal of another's work by shrug / hum is poor 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 (skimming?). Can I do this? What’s the vocabulary like? This reveals a dram of inquisitiveness, but it’s all about willful naysaying, typecasting, bracketing... in other words, streamlined permission not read no further. For face to face ignorance, there’s not listening or not listening much or listening to find your opening for a chance to speak (hey do you like what I do?). Hanging around enormous egos like mine is lacks fun, unless, of course, there are compensating abnormalities.
What I want are noble communities of more than modern poets who not only notice one another but stay awake & narrate Oh. If it’s normally out there, you’ll be the first to know.
We have no boundaries and can travel further away from unpleasantness. Just a guess.
Poets, I guess, know some of this, so someone’s dismissal of another's work by shrug / hum is poor 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 (skimming?). Can I do this? What’s the vocabulary like? This reveals a dram of inquisitiveness, but it’s all about willful naysaying, typecasting, bracketing... in other words, streamlined permission not read no further. For face to face ignorance, there’s not listening or not listening much or listening to find your opening for a chance to speak (hey do you like what I do?). Hanging around enormous egos like mine is lacks fun, unless, of course, there are compensating abnormalities.
What I want are noble communities of more than modern poets who not only notice one another but stay awake & narrate Oh. If it’s normally out there, you’ll be the first to know.
We have no boundaries and can travel further away from unpleasantness. Just a guess.
10/17/24
Error is a norm of understanding.
Then again — I’m hooked on figurative exposition. Maybe I’m inspired by your stockpile of halo-ed vowel-movers — long-sought cornflowers struck a paramount for this, the rockiest of calculations, burlesques of anatomic pastiche — to show off before self-effacing, tall, slim complexities and transgressive contradictions, all ambition. It’s because I say so
Tomorrow will mete out facts to impel more comfortable indeterminacy — for now anxious telepaths, minus me, rush in devotion to their next decimal of the property. This might be why we’ll read over the presentation, juggle a few heads
and let you know when. By tomorrow.
Then again — I’m hooked on figurative exposition. Maybe I’m inspired by your stockpile of halo-ed vowel-movers — long-sought cornflowers struck a paramount for this, the rockiest of calculations, burlesques of anatomic pastiche — to show off before self-effacing, tall, slim complexities and transgressive contradictions, all ambition. It’s because I say so
Tomorrow will mete out facts to impel more comfortable indeterminacy — for now anxious telepaths, minus me, rush in devotion to their next decimal of the property. This might be why we’ll read over the presentation, juggle a few heads
and let you know when. By tomorrow.
12: This is a fugue in your full name..
we’ll talk this time.. briskly.
We won’t talk to the hideous, silvered clock — how telling in its barren prime..
Yes, we’re spry in our unclocked bravery, our spring movements and motives, agile yet underhanded
getting back to catch the hang of how time gives and takes.
You may notice we’re defenseless, forsaken, since we have to go on, borne
regardless, like dead wives girded up in sheaves, older men on biers with white, bristly beards.
Anytime today then subject to fast change
as sweets and beauties are disarranged —
Never saw them coming, old and new succumbing to murder and death — but not here, with you —
We brave more with you, questioning you as if we will never waste our time all through summer,
your beauty growing well now into the future..
we’ll talk this time.. briskly.
We won’t talk to the hideous, silvered clock — how telling in its barren prime..
Yes, we’re spry in our unclocked bravery, our spring movements and motives, agile yet underhanded
getting back to catch the hang of how time gives and takes.
You may notice we’re defenseless, forsaken, since we have to go on, borne
regardless, like dead wives girded up in sheaves, older men on biers with white, bristly beards.
Anytime today then subject to fast change
as sweets and beauties are disarranged —
Never saw them coming, old and new succumbing to murder and death — but not here, with you —
We brave more with you, questioning you as if we will never waste our time all through summer,
your beauty growing well now into the future..
10/16/24
Striking bells, lightening round..
Take a test. Brightness gushes out, but colliding transmissions are roughened by screaming. Screaming ballet is euphoria — turbulent-urges and compromises. But do you understand the point of the test?
It’s anonymous either way.
Tho before the diagramming mist rolled in I felt your grace, holding on with both hands.
Take a test. Brightness gushes out, but colliding transmissions are roughened by screaming. Screaming ballet is euphoria — turbulent-urges and compromises. But do you understand the point of the test?
It’s anonymous either way.
Tho before the diagramming mist rolled in I felt your grace, holding on with both hands.
133: My strategy is sweet sleep until we wake.
Who’s calling?
Your friend is coming. Could I abandon myself? then my next self? both appear wounded players, both slaves to slavery?
Who can say? Twice or say thrice double crossed and, again, — it’s not enough to torture me alone —
Engrossed, I can hear my friend groan as if in jail, double crossed — pent up cruelty that’s
As if out of time, Couperin sprawled with the naked around Antoinette.
But let’s be rigorous and agree while we’re in prison I am in you. I am yours in force.
And I keep you in my heart on guard of you and for all of you in me.
Who’s calling?
Your friend is coming. Could I abandon myself? then my next self? both appear wounded players, both slaves to slavery?
Who can say? Twice or say thrice double crossed and, again, — it’s not enough to torture me alone —
Engrossed, I can hear my friend groan as if in jail, double crossed — pent up cruelty that’s
As if out of time, Couperin sprawled with the naked around Antoinette.
But let’s be rigorous and agree while we’re in prison I am in you. I am yours in force.
And I keep you in my heart on guard of you and for all of you in me.
Tensions were apparent.
Voices in our heads are paranormal (if we say so). Diversified specialists dispatch our bodies to a co-op, wrapped in steam.
Outside, a panel membrane, the third largest seller, floats me into the future, desiring vague exchange, like our national plebiscite, maybe better to pump out to fog’s grasp.
Voices in our heads are paranormal (if we say so). Diversified specialists dispatch our bodies to a co-op, wrapped in steam.
Outside, a panel membrane, the third largest seller, floats me into the future, desiring vague exchange, like our national plebiscite, maybe better to pump out to fog’s grasp.
10/15/24
I’m right beneath my shirt. Sort of a theory laden species.
What if there’s a non-theist way to prepare, provide? & what
if we’re both wrong, but less wrong than who?
Let’s keep to federalist motives, far from fashion simplicity,
& let’s live together at night while we impel
malfunctions that blurt out permissions extemporaneously,
licenses to re-authorize no god’s sorrow over death.
What if there’s a non-theist way to prepare, provide? & what
if we’re both wrong, but less wrong than who?
Let’s keep to federalist motives, far from fashion simplicity,
& let’s live together at night while we impel
malfunctions that blurt out permissions extemporaneously,
licenses to re-authorize no god’s sorrow over death.
72: When love is missing, shame is worth nothing. .
You devise virtuous lies (dear love) .. I picked that up, false, smug, cute. .
a braid of welts around your neck. .
My name is buried where my body is. .
the body I pray you love.. ..
.
I’ve just noticed you’ve imparted nothing, haven’t praised me. . Gabby. .
Let’s pronounce your true love untrue. But make it count. .
Tho even in this I fear sarcasm.
You devise virtuous lies (dear love) .. I picked that up, false, smug, cute. .
a braid of welts around your neck. .
My name is buried where my body is. .
the body I pray you love.. ..
.
I’ve just noticed you’ve imparted nothing, haven’t praised me. . Gabby. .
Let’s pronounce your true love untrue. But make it count. .
Tho even in this I fear sarcasm.
A nonreligion of eternal cold, a High Service
Sung along both coasts:
Our people are what makes us / great.
Love and heritage go down together.
The last nonpoem eases down the dress code, a bolo tie display on 2 thru 8
For a race of giants (giants are made up pieces of one another in other names).
Love came up short for a few and drove them to forgery. Then shatters.
The taking of whatever works to swat the hand that feeds them,
Sharpening endurance,
Risking focus.
Sung along both coasts:
Our people are what makes us / great.
Love and heritage go down together.
The last nonpoem eases down the dress code, a bolo tie display on 2 thru 8
For a race of giants (giants are made up pieces of one another in other names).
Love came up short for a few and drove them to forgery. Then shatters.
The taking of whatever works to swat the hand that feeds them,
Sharpening endurance,
Risking focus.
10/14/24
146: I’m talking to you in no rebel-speak..
Our savior went missing. No more dying then? No lie, I watched us dream within a.i. economics, weeding and planting over a creamery’s radius, destabilizing outside temperaments for molecules eating itty Taos. Body losses. Our Taos. Looters and rhombus-gatherers, all doing their time respectively — great work for the power preserve. Cuts straight through molecule restructure, taking up more chopping patterns to put down key words. Our largest source is not Asia or other spaces, but time, on lease, epic sums of slender, sharpened cuts. The runway along with 21st century humane instrumentation reduced to off and on combat. (Gulp.)
Don’t know. Not going to lie. (Ideologues get stuck on last lines.)
Our savior went missing. No more dying then? No lie, I watched us dream within a.i. economics, weeding and planting over a creamery’s radius, destabilizing outside temperaments for molecules eating itty Taos. Body losses. Our Taos. Looters and rhombus-gatherers, all doing their time respectively — great work for the power preserve. Cuts straight through molecule restructure, taking up more chopping patterns to put down key words. Our largest source is not Asia or other spaces, but time, on lease, epic sums of slender, sharpened cuts. The runway along with 21st century humane instrumentation reduced to off and on combat. (Gulp.)
Don’t know. Not going to lie. (Ideologues get stuck on last lines.)
We just saw (a few feet / minutes from now) however
Your address changed. We could have done it differently before you discovered the user
charts; the parent company was ours before we stole from them.
You’re not going to be delirious are you?
Just for a stretch of disdain..
Robbing me from sleep where I rewrite chain letters you refuse to answer... Good for you.
Good for you — Making up a to do list! blinded by periodic breakthroughs,
Tho pragmatics circumvents the conscience to mend things —
The focus is on nothing we won’t do..
Your address changed. We could have done it differently before you discovered the user
charts; the parent company was ours before we stole from them.
You’re not going to be delirious are you?
Just for a stretch of disdain..
Robbing me from sleep where I rewrite chain letters you refuse to answer... Good for you.
Good for you — Making up a to do list! blinded by periodic breakthroughs,
Tho pragmatics circumvents the conscience to mend things —
The focus is on nothing we won’t do..
10/13/24
— I haven’t slept a wink — Try sleeping pills.
Yah. Well, that’s a good idea.
I know I’ve been deceitful, but I had my reasons.
Maybe they were dumb reasons, but they were reasons.
I never said I was the best man in the world.
Give me a little credit, will you, credit for being someone...
who tried to love you the only way he knew how.
I know that speech
— You do? — pantaloons last April...
when Devon met Bolt’s empyrean nephew.
Oh, God.
— Get out — Please try to understand.
The measure of all histories remains constant
— No need to use that language.
Get out! Now!
Yah. Well, that’s a good idea.
I know I’ve been deceitful, but I had my reasons.
Maybe they were dumb reasons, but they were reasons.
I never said I was the best man in the world.
Give me a little credit, will you, credit for being someone...
who tried to love you the only way he knew how.
I know that speech
— You do? — pantaloons last April...
when Devon met Bolt’s empyrean nephew.
Oh, God.
— Get out — Please try to understand.
The measure of all histories remains constant
— No need to use that language.
Get out! Now!
13: Son, father, if we were only ourselves
we’d bear up against cold instincts.. So
hard
to put back in the valise, bare love. We pirated the code.
I can’t say we did it willingly (signing our leases through dueling storm gusts). In honor? None!
No fuller determination, love, you love no longer than your life in full.
Others like you, mere semblances to me, hold to the same lease.
You give me sweet forms of love against a certain fall,
against coming death and barren winter, my love. O you now —
Surely you know each of us ‘should prepare’
For none but life and love, holders for a full life, eternally in love.
we’d bear up against cold instincts.. So
hard
to put back in the valise, bare love. We pirated the code.
I can’t say we did it willingly (signing our leases through dueling storm gusts). In honor? None!
No fuller determination, love, you love no longer than your life in full.
Others like you, mere semblances to me, hold to the same lease.
You give me sweet forms of love against a certain fall,
against coming death and barren winter, my love. O you now —
Surely you know each of us ‘should prepare’
For none but life and love, holders for a full life, eternally in love.
10/12/24
115: Devouring you and reckoning.. I love you best. A doubting part of my fiction holds. (I could not love you more in the course of altering my accent.) I have no clear incentive to divert, mindless of taking chances, since I’ve already changed through fierce blunt talk — too much talk and I’ve raised a toast to loving you too desperately... The junk madness of it, as my judgment’s grown less certain over the course of a million accidents (how angry rewrite gets) and how it makes your tan beauty (and me, too) enflamed for pale, poker-faced poets like Rene.
Fact: eye contact is mostly on the 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 a pattern, 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 —’”
10/11/24
I feel socialist. Validating market snapshots, optimizing
The practical center
More than any single system,
A huge agnostic discipline
About attitudes behind morals.
You know this open and shut —
Take it down / or thumb thru
The balance left over. Inhabit the brim
To the point you realize
We know now — now less than nothing...
a view down a corridor of great numbers.
The practical center
More than any single system,
A huge agnostic discipline
About attitudes behind morals.
You know this open and shut —
Take it down / or thumb thru
The balance left over. Inhabit the brim
To the point you realize
We know now — now less than nothing...
a view down a corridor of great numbers.
42: What do you need now and for what?
You may ask if I loved you.
Is that my bravo question?
Do you test, tease, defame always to get the best?
I ducked his punch, closed the distance.
My loss is my love’s gain for my sake.
I told him, no don’t, I have to bolt.
Loving offense more, I excuse you both.
You may ask if I loved you.
Is that my bravo question?
Do you test, tease, defame always to get the best?
I ducked his punch, closed the distance.
My loss is my love’s gain for my sake.
I told him, no don’t, I have to bolt.
Loving offense more, I excuse you both.
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.
10/10/24
I forget ephemerality, I forget narrative.
I’m drunk on the environment,
still a working temp, a role promised Malthus that threw him over the cliff.
Now suppose a perfect Darwin of heavenly fury,
searing, puffy, relaxed and succinct.
Now an angel, let’s run some #’s.
To pass out when we wake is ample.
I’m at your side placing puts
on the evolutionary table, petite in wanting you (I do).
I forget farewells.
I’m drunk on the environment,
still a working temp, a role promised Malthus that threw him over the cliff.
Now suppose a perfect Darwin of heavenly fury,
searing, puffy, relaxed and succinct.
Now an angel, let’s run some #’s.
To pass out when we wake is ample.
I’m at your side placing puts
on the evolutionary table, petite in wanting you (I do).
I forget farewells.
35: Your slightly shabby rooms are elegant.
A scent of acacia and soft frangipani, sweet but no trespass at all.
You’re triumph.
Don’t sweat over past comparisons. Done. Good-bye.
I’ll muddy up your love of skiing once and your playing chess against yourself, may I?
It makes sense at that, loving you is a civil war — sensual to a fault —
Roses, grieve no more.. nor silver fountains, nor clouds, no eclipses!
Good-bye everything.
A scent of acacia and soft frangipani, sweet but no trespass at all.
You’re triumph.
Don’t sweat over past comparisons. Done. Good-bye.
I’ll muddy up your love of skiing once and your playing chess against yourself, may I?
It makes sense at that, loving you is a civil war — sensual to a fault —
Roses, grieve no more.. nor silver fountains, nor clouds, no eclipses!
Good-bye everything.
Filming at midnight — kvelling schtick is a tactical concept.
And today’s laughter protocols could not be ‘more serious.’ Except...
It’s been remarkable to gauge how sneering, vaporous, obtruding personalities —
A loose term — proceed un-amusingly
Or even uncivilly in opening salvos. Seems a rehearsed practice, perhaps.
By salvo — the first three or four minutes of monotone in character, in talk and in poems.
You can’t do that up in this film.
So much slobber invested from the start, forced discourse, along with any oomph, runs dry.
And today’s laughter protocols could not be ‘more serious.’ Except...
It’s been remarkable to gauge how sneering, vaporous, obtruding personalities —
A loose term — proceed un-amusingly
Or even uncivilly in opening salvos. Seems a rehearsed practice, perhaps.
By salvo — the first three or four minutes of monotone in character, in talk and in poems.
You can’t do that up in this film.
So much slobber invested from the start, forced discourse, along with any oomph, runs dry.
10/9/24
Pantoum: given a key, you lose it
— shifting attention but staying in touch.
I forget functioning ghost towns caked with tire tracks,
I draw a blank on jailhouse interiors and decades of Tonka trucks.
[...there is no outside [...] only what’s already here [what we breathe] below...it’s
Immature, impulsive...] key [as above] ..
— I forget empirical relationships the most, the visual force of
a “mottled taxonomy,”
Complaints and sworn declarations...
I forget meeting you.
— shifting attention but staying in touch.
I forget functioning ghost towns caked with tire tracks,
I draw a blank on jailhouse interiors and decades of Tonka trucks.
[...there is no outside [...] only what’s already here [what we breathe] below...it’s
Immature, impulsive...] key [as above] ..
— I forget empirical relationships the most, the visual force of
a “mottled taxonomy,”
Complaints and sworn declarations...
I forget meeting you.
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, fearing 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, fearing losing you.
My soul’s inscription reads you’re my state in the eternal state, my business.
10/8/24
Louisiana, East of Eden: That time of year with smarter definition.
How’s that if your electricity is out and nothing works?
We needed smarter drywall too, to excite dusk in the
ferns and moss growing another way after sunset, every-
thing about the yield blowing in its news
of recurring unitary joy...
that must expire.
I liked getting you to this point, finished off by you.
How’s that if your electricity is out and nothing works?
We needed smarter drywall too, to excite dusk in the
ferns and moss growing another way after sunset, every-
thing about the yield blowing in its news
of recurring unitary joy...
that must expire.
I liked getting you to this point, finished off by you.
98: Smothered abstractions — Absent from you in a good season, I think it’s winter now. Another day, slim odds. Almost the same as hopeless, yet different jokes turn over in sleep, dreams drawn after you, dreams that forgive me for holding the moment too long — for paranoia’s trapping us both. Summer’s story, flowers sweet, lilies white, roses vermillion: A sense of youth’s hue and odors. These are your abstractions, all these pattern figures drawn for and after you.
The terms are, go settle down through the evening, finish your addenda
at gunpoint. Perhaps heartbeats get covered by a shroud that frays
and unspools to gain advantage spreading the plan.
Without license, we impart numeric dicta slathered with platitudes —
with all the conviction of a third episode —
century-old middle ground (the themeless module) where we stay sleep (wavy
fields of inaction) and continue playing around vulgar innuendo to bear being
kind, as you undress to force a smile, fully emancipating me not to rule you out, generously.
at gunpoint. Perhaps heartbeats get covered by a shroud that frays
and unspools to gain advantage spreading the plan.
Without license, we impart numeric dicta slathered with platitudes —
with all the conviction of a third episode —
century-old middle ground (the themeless module) where we stay sleep (wavy
fields of inaction) and continue playing around vulgar innuendo to bear being
kind, as you undress to force a smile, fully emancipating me not to rule you out, generously.
10/7/24
Folks from a gridded compartment have decided
most perfectionism is out of step
while playing us as aficionados of the vulgar
to provoke both nature and full disclosure.
Those organized under their strong gestures have to triumph.
Those compartment folk know this and tap
all our communication, born of grid necessity. Our own dialog reflects
highly-trafficked back alleys of seduction and violence.
Oooo we’ve discovered our voice.
most perfectionism is out of step
while playing us as aficionados of the vulgar
to provoke both nature and full disclosure.
Those organized under their strong gestures have to triumph.
Those compartment folk know this and tap
all our communication, born of grid necessity. Our own dialog reflects
highly-trafficked back alleys of seduction and violence.
Oooo we’ve discovered our voice.
Folks from a gridded compartment have decided
most perfectionism is out of step
while playing us as aficionados of the vulgar
to provoke both nature and full disclosure.
Those organized under their strong gestures have to triumph.
Those compartment folk know this and tap
all our communication, born of grid necessity. Our own dialog reflects
highly-trafficked back alleys of seduction and violence.
Oooo we’ve discovered our voice.
most perfectionism is out of step
while playing us as aficionados of the vulgar
to provoke both nature and full disclosure.
Those organized under their strong gestures have to triumph.
Those compartment folk know this and tap
all our communication, born of grid necessity. Our own dialog reflects
highly-trafficked back alleys of seduction and violence.
Oooo we’ve discovered our voice.
10/6/24
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.
10/5/24
Rough framework, a giddy notation to a story.
Visuals like tenured blurs formally at odds,
split seconds in a bigger, frank understanding with no data.
A bog of cloudburst capsizes, disabused of clouds,
blending in, no longer exterior to land
still untrusted and abstract, a heavy rain
snapping into randomness.
Visuals like tenured blurs formally at odds,
split seconds in a bigger, frank understanding with no data.
A bog of cloudburst capsizes, disabused of clouds,
blending in, no longer exterior to land
still untrusted and abstract, a heavy rain
snapping into randomness.
Sonnet 61:
Simple enough picking up a pen . . . our land and those living on it have material functions; similarly I see you.
I watch your synthetic imagery through writing, the vigil and force applied putting your youth
into a piece, since the grown man does not come by himself, regardless of your beauty — the river bank plied by far off
metaphors and substitutes, one at a time — less formal, so near home it’s like taking your dictation, taking after your love of my love of you.
Simple enough picking up a pen . . . our land and those living on it have material functions; similarly I see you.
I watch your synthetic imagery through writing, the vigil and force applied putting your youth
into a piece, since the grown man does not come by himself, regardless of your beauty — the river bank plied by far off
metaphors and substitutes, one at a time — less formal, so near home it’s like taking your dictation, taking after your love of my love of you.
Avoidance with a message sounds personable, calm, also passably awkward. In the same robot call he reverses prerogatives, that is, the voice does. I’ll table the difference — a mixed result but with swift powers two kinds of physics have never been better aligned. I’m altogether devoted to the happiness of the robot and then all our tech people in the call center. The firm gives me focus, serves as my hideout, while I search for a working motive, working the ropes.
10/4/24
Don’t we have an escalator to take?
Gavel to gavel hours and hours wasted turning the spit.
What we do converts to personality- and stunt-craft.
What we have to feed on is open discourse W. B. Yeats calls the bestial floor. Please.
(This soon after a last breath, is it safe to mention Yeats?) (Maybe not.
I’ll frighten no one.) Some of us are too profoundly false to save the day.
Tho not all of us refuse to understand further (to meet up).
It’s natural, a picnic in the wilderness.
The wilds... on all floors.
Gavel to gavel hours and hours wasted turning the spit.
What we do converts to personality- and stunt-craft.
What we have to feed on is open discourse W. B. Yeats calls the bestial floor. Please.
(This soon after a last breath, is it safe to mention Yeats?) (Maybe not.
I’ll frighten no one.) Some of us are too profoundly false to save the day.
Tho not all of us refuse to understand further (to meet up).
It’s natural, a picnic in the wilderness.
The wilds... on all floors.
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 stillness)
Of your eyes nagging me for more .. Admit you miss late modern zhooshes & doing away with text devices.
You miss the first drag. You miss rendering
Mr Juice wearing new credentials
Your entire inner being (when others would give only their lives...) you, like me, have nothing set.
Have you read, poets’ praise & worth get ten percent of their daily
Calories from pot smoking — sleeping to excess.
Mute poets hereon become slack.
Thereupon, as Juice imputes to me, I’m barren as I am dumb.
-ing & familiar — unfair tenderness in a paper sack.
Hostess bike spinners & fake license & plate.
A poet’s Chase debt.
I found (or again I thought within the stillness)
Of your eyes nagging me for more .. Admit you miss late modern zhooshes & doing away with text devices.
You miss the first drag. You miss rendering
Mr Juice wearing new credentials
Your entire inner being (when others would give only their lives...) you, like me, have nothing set.
Have you read, poets’ praise & worth get ten percent of their daily
Calories from pot smoking — sleeping to excess.
Mute poets hereon become slack.
Thereupon, as Juice imputes to me, I’m barren as I am dumb.
We are the last generations who have short lifetimes.
Later, you dangle squalid transfer balances netting zero, netting
a big zero on the demeaning upper ends and
capital variables w/ an October surprise.
That’s every transitive with successive membership enclosed ..
How the prose poem squeals w/ common sense, folds into dreams.
Everyday events like planetary ellipses emerge that change programming (for greater disorder) in fluent business English.
Later, you dangle squalid transfer balances netting zero, netting
a big zero on the demeaning upper ends and
capital variables w/ an October surprise.
That’s every transitive with successive membership enclosed ..
How the prose poem squeals w/ common sense, folds into dreams.
Everyday events like planetary ellipses emerge that change programming (for greater disorder) in fluent business English.
10/3/24
112: Do you like spiral staircases striving, branching out to the un-alive, an abyss?
Nonlinear facts are stairs to bourses where bottom lines are dizzying when least derivative. Volatile objective content triumphs. Right or wrong it’s a creepy snob racket (Charles B).
Our nervous system distorts music in an adder sense, Charles might say, to emphasize poisonous reversals as in snakes’.. radial evil, neglected by its own super ego, snaps. B is for Bukowski.
Nonlinear facts are stairs to bourses where bottom lines are dizzying when least derivative. Volatile objective content triumphs. Right or wrong it’s a creepy snob racket (Charles B).
Our nervous system distorts music in an adder sense, Charles might say, to emphasize poisonous reversals as in snakes’.. radial evil, neglected by its own super ego, snaps. B is for Bukowski.
Irrational tarantulas (of steel) squeeze under the door, isolated by
an obsession with coming on, coming right in. There we go, holist.
Theory-and-forth..
Theory is the tickle place you and I may detect the language driver, a feeling you’ve won, untidy and young, accomplished and loathed despite a foundational rule of no feeling without permission.
Our tarantulas grow mute subconsciously, in dim light over and over —
burbling with a kill-agenda that’s swayed into decisions, aching to blather.
an obsession with coming on, coming right in. There we go, holist.
Theory-and-forth..
Theory is the tickle place you and I may detect the language driver, a feeling you’ve won, untidy and young, accomplished and loathed despite a foundational rule of no feeling without permission.
Our tarantulas grow mute subconsciously, in dim light over and over —
burbling with a kill-agenda that’s swayed into decisions, aching to blather.
10/2/24
A cynical swarm steps over and above battle monotones. Our direction shifts as our nervous systems distort exchanges in love so long as the sexes are divided. I’m so a wielder of a goaded identity. But if you or I decry how compromised I am, we miss the point, generally.
Time to release the affinity shapes. I think I’ll stop before that.
(On the other hand, I get kind of overstimulated by bland generalizations as I wouldn't know how to come down on many everyday issues with start-stop disputes.)
There is nothing but an emergent zone of autonomy to find a prosthetic like lack of despair. Except when you think it over.
Time to release the affinity shapes. I think I’ll stop before that.
(On the other hand, I get kind of overstimulated by bland generalizations as I wouldn't know how to come down on many everyday issues with start-stop disputes.)
There is nothing but an emergent zone of autonomy to find a prosthetic like lack of despair. Except when you think it over.
71: We don’t remember your life, your name, for I no longer mourn you. Why would I? Forget about me.
Like a surly freeloader / poet, I overhear captions within sullen mechanical clauses... giving vile warning. It’s vile — compounded when I think you read this line into my thoughts. I’m only a hand who writ …. Hey, don’t worry, my next line is not incompatible with yours, for I love you so.
Like a surly freeloader / poet, I overhear captions within sullen mechanical clauses... giving vile warning. It’s vile — compounded when I think you read this line into my thoughts. I’m only a hand who writ …. Hey, don’t worry, my next line is not incompatible with yours, for I love you so.
10/1/24
I’ve got to hold back. Not go down.
This is in response to the commerce-vector coursing through pop concepts, bringing unique comfort to support our cushy position in the food chain, which is still in dispute.
But I adhere to the same late-filing rule as you. We are keepers of years at night.
Love is moaning all right. I’m almost a novice enthusiast.. years from now.
Then, inscrutably I’ll break down, sob.
This is in response to the commerce-vector coursing through pop concepts, bringing unique comfort to support our cushy position in the food chain, which is still in dispute.
But I adhere to the same late-filing rule as you. We are keepers of years at night.
Love is moaning all right. I’m almost a novice enthusiast.. years from now.
Then, inscrutably I’ll break down, sob.
32: You’re reserved outdoors, for your love adds layers
And exempts us from showing up to enchain, knife, subdue..
That’s once I reach heights of happier men but none like you —
As Satie plays, giving away what we’re better at
— gosh! I read an earlier generation in tears warms up today’s loving style.
Poor from love, a class struggles thinking it’s for real.
The struggle, not the tears.
And exempts us from showing up to enchain, knife, subdue..
That’s once I reach heights of happier men but none like you —
As Satie plays, giving away what we’re better at
— gosh! I read an earlier generation in tears warms up today’s loving style.
Poor from love, a class struggles thinking it’s for real.
The struggle, not the tears.
I say you sign off on others’ labor — A newspaper edition, documentary remnants, penetrable databases — We occupy this clever, conceptual nook, curling up, thinking up ... At times siding with the powerful (administrators) seems deliberate as well as passive-aggressive, love’s public effect, blots of respect for undue labor.
I’m kidding. I’m staying sarcastic — unironically. Anxious pleasures bearing pleasurable anxiety, repeating ...
I’m kidding. I’m staying sarcastic — unironically. Anxious pleasures bearing pleasurable anxiety, repeating ...
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