1/30/25
58: Deserting the beach — god forbid
— dazzling lethargy undoing our cuffs, waiting as the wagon sways
with fellowship. Love in the future, at your beck and call, a handshake spreads the rain,
flowers, rain,
flowers.
(That’s it! Do what you want.
The moat-house for the wagon then some new wagon shirts we
can walk on with. Hell. 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 beck and call, a handshake spreads the rain,
flowers, rain,
flowers.
(That’s it! Do what you want.
The moat-house for the wagon then some new wagon shirts we
can walk on with. Hell. A mighty wine origami and the wagon yard for our widows.
This is spring history.)
1/29/25
I write on my nature in my head. Let’s hold a séance!
I snare us Joy to starve a fever. (Is it raining out?
At a range in speeds and cold locales.)
Many rooms, each story (usually) with clay-toned physiques
fighting the relative fight waving, receding on one another
— everybody under an influence indoors and out, which is filthy. A foot of snowdrop petals from the window. Laps of water filled with light sleet, rotating in reverse as if catching on how to purify snowdrop offspring & manage fever in lurches of nibbling torque adjusting into days.
I snare us Joy to starve a fever. (Is it raining out?
At a range in speeds and cold locales.)
Many rooms, each story (usually) with clay-toned physiques
fighting the relative fight waving, receding on one another
— everybody under an influence indoors and out, which is filthy. A foot of snowdrop petals from the window. Laps of water filled with light sleet, rotating in reverse as if catching on how to purify snowdrop offspring & manage fever in lurches of nibbling torque adjusting into days.
2: We never come across deep trenches in your beauty here. Not here.
Slow, like never before, a thriftless parabola of your face intersects both of us. Parabolas come up with their own monikers (that were).
Face to shoulders, our gestures are precise, going well into your eyes, and through your eyes, the viewer’s glass.
There are proud motions throughout — answering to your sunken gaze. Warm and cold pride climb down a first, second, third hill. Falling lower — a lusty mainstream-underground
of units of successors proceeding, then, looking craven — we — some of us — avoid them. Of small worth. When asked, will
you recover some of mine? Renew my worth? how much? First, let’s renew
our blood and warmth, summed up in fair use
remembering pleasures of the eyes! neck! and chest!
Yes there..
Slow, like never before, a thriftless parabola of your face intersects both of us. Parabolas come up with their own monikers (that were).
Face to shoulders, our gestures are precise, going well into your eyes, and through your eyes, the viewer’s glass.
There are proud motions throughout — answering to your sunken gaze. Warm and cold pride climb down a first, second, third hill. Falling lower — a lusty mainstream-underground
of units of successors proceeding, then, looking craven — we — some of us — avoid them. Of small worth. When asked, will
you recover some of mine? Renew my worth? how much? First, let’s renew
our blood and warmth, summed up in fair use
remembering pleasures of the eyes! neck! and chest!
Yes there..
Did you catch the interim report?
Operetta’s core keeps an eye out for crazy-fancy contexts plunked out on a guitar/keyboard. At first.
Moving forward we have all of an hour to take in sweetness made for infamous exposure (within costume) indoors then out.
Lights up — we take ourselves down a libretto stretch where we preserve disparities. You deserve it.
Sweetness is vacillating as usual, after hours on clear nights. Robbers, cops
Though fragrant, turn opaque
And poof — still
..could rain.
Operetta’s core keeps an eye out for crazy-fancy contexts plunked out on a guitar/keyboard. At first.
Moving forward we have all of an hour to take in sweetness made for infamous exposure (within costume) indoors then out.
Lights up — we take ourselves down a libretto stretch where we preserve disparities. You deserve it.
Sweetness is vacillating as usual, after hours on clear nights. Robbers, cops
Though fragrant, turn opaque
And poof — still
..could rain.
1/28/25
I’m a floater of cynicism when it comes to treatable influences.
Early on our folks taught us to celebrate country music!
Burp through the microphone, Earl, stare ahead.
It’s early on — it’s a joke — I hadn’t spoken to you, I imagined
we can overlook a construction zone perforated by echoes, hazards,
procedural lunges toward extra gags. But I see I had.
Early on our folks taught us to celebrate country music!
Burp through the microphone, Earl, stare ahead.
It’s early on — it’s a joke — I hadn’t spoken to you, I imagined
we can overlook a construction zone perforated by echoes, hazards,
procedural lunges toward extra gags. But I see I had.
75: Every time I visit you in your mascara I become lucid about the fear you strike. Day by day you’re in my thoughts, food to my life. And I see your brilliance lives again, sure enough; it always has, fudging strife and abasement. There you are.
I came to poetry later than you.
Pleasure then the transportation of your soul take place about here and now.
Nothing for me. I feel I’m a pursuer of no delight, uninvited to the Worry Dance, revalidating my whorl of cement paintings..
Starved for a look, now, counting it best if the world
see both my fear and pleasure feasting off you, on your dime, thus, in your sight...
pursuing you in peace, all or nothing, with you alone.
I came to poetry later than you.
Pleasure then the transportation of your soul take place about here and now.
Nothing for me. I feel I’m a pursuer of no delight, uninvited to the Worry Dance, revalidating my whorl of cement paintings..
Starved for a look, now, counting it best if the world
see both my fear and pleasure feasting off you, on your dime, thus, in your sight...
pursuing you in peace, all or nothing, with you alone.
1/27/25
A headboard with no utility other than book nooks.
Can we cut to the scary part?
Materiality won’t exist. No dissonance, no disruption, a new status quo that’s forever sparkled, meandering within ordered appearances that go dormant or run off with incentives in unboundedness, unraveling humane optics in dissolved questions behind the good times coming, going, surf.
Can we cut to the scary part?
Materiality won’t exist. No dissonance, no disruption, a new status quo that’s forever sparkled, meandering within ordered appearances that go dormant or run off with incentives in unboundedness, unraveling humane optics in dissolved questions behind the good times coming, going, surf.
122: The longer I live it’s right in front of me, above all, beyond all, your gift within my brain.
There’s a glow in seconds before razed oblivion, fun .. and explosive. Wow.
Or much like staying in the now, yielding thru nature to receive you more, more of you.
An idle life abandoned. I’m forgetting about it. How?
You and I remain beyond date and time in my heart and brain. I won’t be funny or make a stab, score or tally... Every day I’ll subsist to import your love into me .. Again.
There’s a glow in seconds before razed oblivion, fun .. and explosive. Wow.
Or much like staying in the now, yielding thru nature to receive you more, more of you.
An idle life abandoned. I’m forgetting about it. How?
You and I remain beyond date and time in my heart and brain. I won’t be funny or make a stab, score or tally... Every day I’ll subsist to import your love into me .. Again.
1/26/25
Male muses —
— the vulnerable and most maligned muses were not held enough as children 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 animation with no heirs.
They’re donning synthetics, seeming only half familiar, and just too intense, plundering the transport of their ambience.
And I was musing, simple stuff picking up a pen.
— the vulnerable and most maligned muses were not held enough as children 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 animation with no heirs.
They’re donning synthetics, seeming only half familiar, and just too intense, plundering the transport of their ambience.
And I was musing, simple stuff picking up a pen.
30: Losses restored?
Often there’s near loss of a precious friend — I think of you — words we had or not — all our words forewent consequences. Our moaning sessions went bad like grief, since we know sweet woe summons up dim remembrance of the past — wastes of time.
Yet I take liberties wailing... I have a dream of fairer housing: Free-range light and dark in the clerestory to our lair... where sorrow ends. Some of us are headed there. My treat. Would you like to come?
Often there’s near loss of a precious friend — I think of you — words we had or not — all our words forewent consequences. Our moaning sessions went bad like grief, since we know sweet woe summons up dim remembrance of the past — wastes of time.
Yet I take liberties wailing... I have a dream of fairer housing: Free-range light and dark in the clerestory to our lair... where sorrow ends. Some of us are headed there. My treat. Would you like to come?
1/25/25
A portrait should be backdrop in this. That one of you in the back. Undressed — except for slacks — borderline annonymous yet ungeneric like Updike. Look me in the eye and diagram conditions of spatial sentences (touching both elbows behind your back —
Not out of caution) — I now know it will be ok
I find it too tempting, untested, untried, still, nothing better within its reach. It = your grasp, my central aggregate.
Not out of caution) — I now know it will be ok
I find it too tempting, untested, untried, still, nothing better within its reach. It = your grasp, my central aggregate.
90: Hate me now.
It’s up to pond structure to model strains of passivity and its onset by the rear shore. Only don’t drop in.
Tidal pools hold scraps and parts of nesting authority as an after-loss. Rainy tomorrow. I join you to re-reference an arrow and bow made out of many purposed m.p.h. gusts — and this is your and my body as well — a priori nil in inner life razing names of sorrow.
It’s up to pond structure to model strains of passivity and its onset by the rear shore. Only don’t drop in.
Tidal pools hold scraps and parts of nesting authority as an after-loss. Rainy tomorrow. I join you to re-reference an arrow and bow made out of many purposed m.p.h. gusts — and this is your and my body as well — a priori nil in inner life razing names of sorrow.
1/24/25
It didn’t happen. I’m glad you’re here.
Capitalism usually never hesitates feeding acid to the innocent then addicting them through continuous discretion. It follows that each victim goes broke, sighing take me, kill me freely halfway through the outer knee O —
Windmill robots embracing the free market, it was announced in a penetrating tone.
Neither dead or alive, a windmill robot in your imagination has a request,
“to express things ... as they are when you see them without remembering having looked at them.” It’s an infinite standard for an emergency lexis until... who can say?
Capitalism usually never hesitates feeding acid to the innocent then addicting them through continuous discretion. It follows that each victim goes broke, sighing take me, kill me freely halfway through the outer knee O —
Windmill robots embracing the free market, it was announced in a penetrating tone.
Neither dead or alive, a windmill robot in your imagination has a request,
“to express things ... as they are when you see them without remembering having looked at them.” It’s an infinite standard for an emergency lexis until... who can say?
57: I watch the clock. Being your slave, what else 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 movement from inside,
absence upon 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 sobbing, precious mess, a world-without-end.
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 movement from inside,
absence upon 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 sobbing, precious mess, a world-without-end.
On the outside how happy you are ... are you? Tho this may be amiss, I think no ill. Adieu.
1/23/25
I’m instructed by Alice Notley writing about Frank O’Hara in the first essay of Coming After, re-alerting us to the weight of his last poems that I still resist, a voice that’s “anonymous and communal (in the bad sense) in its exploitation of verbal mediocrity.” Notley sees O’Hara influenced by the “deadly flat diction” of television (the first generation of such pervasiveness), thus affects of the heinous sort, offering up “warnings.”Also in the same essay, on an earlier poem of O’Hara’s, Notley interjects, “the Buddha fucking well ought to think at this point in history,” a rousing supposition on her part about what O’Hara meant by ending “Image of the Buddha Preaching” this way: “...hopeful of a new delay in terror / I don’t think” — deeply stoic of O’Hara and Notley.
66: Simple truth, our work here in the desert is beginning to spin. Like the blind we’re disabled by authorities who wiretap secrets weighing nothing in, no credit, no ripped off melancholy, nothing but misplaced honor with a substitution agreement containing you and a more civil version of you in full force, pulled at from inside.. and..
Can we cut to disgrace?
Relax but beware, bilaws of cause and effect are disabled as traffic pours in and aims straight at you. And the other you. Tired with this, the other you will perfect the business end (doctor-like). The civil you and I misplaced our joy since sleeping on it.. applying love to our own flesh alone as well as losing control of forsworn holding skills. Simply tongue tied and tired of all this perfection, I leave my love but attend to you and yours, of course. And.
Can we cut to disgrace?
Relax but beware, bilaws of cause and effect are disabled as traffic pours in and aims straight at you. And the other you. Tired with this, the other you will perfect the business end (doctor-like). The civil you and I misplaced our joy since sleeping on it.. applying love to our own flesh alone as well as losing control of forsworn holding skills. Simply tongue tied and tired of all this perfection, I leave my love but attend to you and yours, of course. And.
1/22/25
A poem is like a naked circus person, say, her winter force
Through the green fuse to drive 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 queens and kings.
I’m numb now 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 to drive 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 queens and kings.
I’m numb now 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.
1/21/25
1/20/25
Some time back, long before punches of text showed up on the phone, there were snores from ancestors with frequent coughs and grunts crowding together in caves. Back when our bodies taught us phonemes shrieking to signal pain, humming to sign comprehension and varietals of cognition — folks like you hit upon logic that’s crazy fancy, headed for greatness next morning.
It’s different from the evening on and someone with hands on flame hits back. Teamwork.
The thick grasses go out on a date, back dabbling in craftwork while we roll thru them. All this acreage owned by production-geared landlords, prosaic at base, that is, a-theoretical, factual. Nearly broke, misunderstood.
It’s different from the evening on and someone with hands on flame hits back. Teamwork.
The thick grasses go out on a date, back dabbling in craftwork while we roll thru them. All this acreage owned by production-geared landlords, prosaic at base, that is, a-theoretical, factual. Nearly broke, misunderstood.
1/19/25
No one would presume elements were strung together out of desperation and a deeply
ingrained exposition to de-mark the unknown. Much as technology funds science, random
sentiment attaches to most liberal singularities.
Compassion goes into theorems.
Maybe I can talk to your teachers. I can debate with them.
I can’t reason with you. I can’t even talk to you. No one’s there. While others don’t hear clearly
when one’s “voice” joins others’ to deepen flatly, ultimately anonymous expressions of empathy.
ingrained exposition to de-mark the unknown. Much as technology funds science, random
sentiment attaches to most liberal singularities.
Compassion goes into theorems.
Maybe I can talk to your teachers. I can debate with them.
I can’t reason with you. I can’t even talk to you. No one’s there. While others don’t hear clearly
when one’s “voice” joins others’ to deepen flatly, ultimately anonymous expressions of empathy.
1/18/25
You cannot win. It happens fast. Less than a flash, the kiss you depend on disappears.
Go for parallels yourself.
Sorry, felons, there’s a fool’s guarantee. All you have
to do is ...
Choose love, a buy or rental option equidistant from the rest of your thought and defunct phenomena that travail and make surprise re-visits within future choosing. (Too early to expel.) Choosing love creates an entire platform to spin off much slower tangential constructs. Happenstance plucked out of a good number of dying parallels.
Sorry. Those are now dead.
Go for parallels yourself.
Sorry, felons, there’s a fool’s guarantee. All you have
to do is ...
Choose love, a buy or rental option equidistant from the rest of your thought and defunct phenomena that travail and make surprise re-visits within future choosing. (Too early to expel.) Choosing love creates an entire platform to spin off much slower tangential constructs. Happenstance plucked out of a good number of dying parallels.
Sorry. Those are now dead.
15: It’s your last day of youth when you throw trust out, as well as clear sight and now telepathy — you’ll never feel his perfect arms around you again. Never feel the wet air on his skin, or wake up in his sap on his secret warm bedsheet. You’re done, you don’t get a chance to influence, comment on or try again for anything, not even for something you’re not. And I’m not.
I can’t do any better than what I’ve changed for love of you.
I can’t do any better than what I’ve changed for love of you.
Pavane: At arm’s length..
There were dimensions an hour ago enabling 2 events in a plot we’re party to. Tenebrae, we said. Let’s return to the olfactory sketches, in which the cosmos is left and right unexplained. Constant and converted. Incandescent, then, our ardor comes back to choke a rocket sidelined by a braided chord worn as a necklace, a burning space distinguished by our compliments there contained.
There were dimensions an hour ago enabling 2 events in a plot we’re party to. Tenebrae, we said. Let’s return to the olfactory sketches, in which the cosmos is left and right unexplained. Constant and converted. Incandescent, then, our ardor comes back to choke a rocket sidelined by a braided chord worn as a necklace, a burning space distinguished by our compliments there contained.
1/17/25
1/16/25
Every cent in our scheme could be fungible.
But not in all cases. This brings on what works mostly. Life is short and good investment prospects drive you all over. Recent example — no longer victims, you and I grabbed the momentary offer as a ladder we shouldn’t overuse —
A moment to stare out the top windows, a lamp over our shoulders to herald the swindle in American wind farming.
But not in all cases. This brings on what works mostly. Life is short and good investment prospects drive you all over. Recent example — no longer victims, you and I grabbed the momentary offer as a ladder we shouldn’t overuse —
A moment to stare out the top windows, a lamp over our shoulders to herald the swindle in American wind farming.
30: Losses restored?
Often there’s near loss of a precious friend — I think of you — words we had or not — all our words forewent consequences. Our moaning sessions went bad like grief, since we know sweet woe summons up dim remembrance of the past — wastes of time.
Yet I take liberties wailing... I have a dream of fairer housing: Free-range light and dark in the clerestory to our lair... where sorrow ends. Some of us are headed there. My treat. Would you like to come?
Often there’s near loss of a precious friend — I think of you — words we had or not — all our words forewent consequences. Our moaning sessions went bad like grief, since we know sweet woe summons up dim remembrance of the past — wastes of time.
Yet I take liberties wailing... I have a dream of fairer housing: Free-range light and dark in the clerestory to our lair... where sorrow ends. Some of us are headed there. My treat. Would you like to come?
1/15/25
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.
1/14/25
Since we gave up on poetry, singalong vaulted to the top of the agenda. Leaving office had a double meaning to off-center the filing (filtering) system and other singularities I’ve kept versed in for years. We have no limits to affirm any retractions, feeding our reliance on illumined work, dire pleasures, majestic plans and, this most generalized I guess, burningly turning back, looking on while the wax dims.
75: Every time I visit you in your mascara I become lucid about the fear you strike. Day by day you’re in my thoughts, food to my life. And I see your brilliance lives again, sure enough; it always has, fudging strife and abasement. There you are.
I came to poetry later than you.
Pleasure then the transportation of your soul take place about here and now.
Nothing for me. I feel I’m a pursuer of no delight, uninvited to the Worry Dance, revalidating my whorl of cement paintings..
Starved for a look, now, counting it best if the world
see both my fear and pleasure feasting off you, on your dime, thus, in your sight...
pursuing you in peace, all or nothing, with you alone.
I came to poetry later than you.
Pleasure then the transportation of your soul take place about here and now.
Nothing for me. I feel I’m a pursuer of no delight, uninvited to the Worry Dance, revalidating my whorl of cement paintings..
Starved for a look, now, counting it best if the world
see both my fear and pleasure feasting off you, on your dime, thus, in your sight...
pursuing you in peace, all or nothing, with you alone.
1/13/25
Nonviolence resolutions have been approved. This is the place for airborne definitions. Here you find remuted meaning, good as hearsay to evade a “mixed remuting strategy” to partner with whom, exactly?
O Headwaiters..
I have a steady girl now. I have rage stamped inside. I keep it everywhere inside
everywhere. Coordinates
everywhere...
everywhere..
O rockets to further research.
— O bailiff, be this...
Sung. A first poem.
O Headwaiters..
I have a steady girl now. I have rage stamped inside. I keep it everywhere inside
everywhere. Coordinates
everywhere...
everywhere..
O rockets to further research.
— O bailiff, be this...
Sung. A first poem.
151: Our berserk contacts squeeze topical structure into gentle shadows that are too numb to know what consciousness is.
We learnt lightly, love is too young. Yet triumph in love is slathered over all of us, even the poor, soon excluded. Axioms and other memes are what we are deft w/. So the poor-excluded type doesn’t count? I can’t tell, I wouldn’t know. Who does?
When social scientists and the proud struck their alliance, we thought this is a gross 2nd prize although ultimatums were rephrased and moral aspirations became more footloose and empirically incontestable as Seven Bagatelles.
We learnt lightly, love is too young. Yet triumph in love is slathered over all of us, even the poor, soon excluded. Axioms and other memes are what we are deft w/. So the poor-excluded type doesn’t count? I can’t tell, I wouldn’t know. Who does?
When social scientists and the proud struck their alliance, we thought this is a gross 2nd prize although ultimatums were rephrased and moral aspirations became more footloose and empirically incontestable as Seven Bagatelles.
1/12/25
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 —
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.
1/11/25
So a redraft morphs into an urgent inquiry tho tentative. Putting it in a memo, we sleep with a relationship. It’s not an investigation but inquiry. Rough seas but you joined us, expecting these long hours. You know how we leverage missing you, talking about it. Happiest procrastinating, I’m indexing suspicion and objurgating..
Publicity is the soul of justice.
That’s a great question.
Publicity is the soul of justice.
That’s a great question.
122: The longer I live it’s right in front of me, above all, beyond all, your gift within my brain.
There’s a glow in seconds before razed oblivion, fun .. and explosive. Wow.
Or much like staying in the now, yielding thru nature to receive you more, more of you.
An idle life abandoned. I’m forgetting about it. How?
You and I remain beyond date and time in my heart and brain. I won’t be funny or make a stab, score or tally... Every day I’ll subsist to import your love into me .. Again.
There’s a glow in seconds before razed oblivion, fun .. and explosive. Wow.
Or much like staying in the now, yielding thru nature to receive you more, more of you.
An idle life abandoned. I’m forgetting about it. How?
You and I remain beyond date and time in my heart and brain. I won’t be funny or make a stab, score or tally... Every day I’ll subsist to import your love into me .. Again.
1/10/25
Feeling comfort in disruption is one tall order. Two feelings or more (identical in all respects).. Together, you and I define an entire affability arc of ironic laughter, a genial haha in slippery zoning disputes:
Abstract attitudes are buried below our strip-down (the whole of reality), then relatively unspeaking, as tho history was a full set of hahas without language.
Abstract attitudes are buried below our strip-down (the whole of reality), then relatively unspeaking, as tho history was a full set of hahas without language.
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 —
Engrossed, 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 prior 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 —
Engrossed, 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 prior class struggles thinking it’s for real.
The struggle, not the tears.
1/9/25
I’m a bad judge of character. I just shoot.
Having a Bud with you..
my rage came to a bend..
Holy moly, there’s a way to pay for it!
There’s strength in staring at a bug zapper, attracted
to light, staying competitive.
Haste is the suave part of RSVP;
Earth is spanked all over
for snap love — now snap over the mouth.
Having a Bud with you..
my rage came to a bend..
Holy moly, there’s a way to pay for it!
There’s strength in staring at a bug zapper, attracted
to light, staying competitive.
Haste is the suave part of RSVP;
Earth is spanked all over
for snap love — now snap over the mouth.
68: Flowers shorn off bowers, what beauty was —
I’ve lost my head over you
as if I’ll inhabit my death head before you die or show up dead to you, no way alive..
‘Without all ornament,’ I stay abreast, knowing whether nature’s
bastard signs are still vital, not recreational, charting a map of nature’s full store.
As if before golden tresses Arvo Pärt appears chafing: making no summer of green, of flowers, reborn from no second
life — oblique as the antique you ‘of yore’— now I myself, truly in attrition, missing both Pärt and you, composing as tho I am no way before you, both of us alive.
Your beauty is living and still new to me.. a second life, new as roses, as ‘a second head..’
I’ve lost my head over you
as if I’ll inhabit my death head before you die or show up dead to you, no way alive..
‘Without all ornament,’ I stay abreast, knowing whether nature’s
bastard signs are still vital, not recreational, charting a map of nature’s full store.
As if before golden tresses Arvo Pärt appears chafing: making no summer of green, of flowers, reborn from no second
life — oblique as the antique you ‘of yore’— now I myself, truly in attrition, missing both Pärt and you, composing as tho I am no way before you, both of us alive.
Your beauty is living and still new to me.. a second life, new as roses, as ‘a second head..’
1/8/25
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.
1/7/25
I’m a bad judge of character. I just shoot.
Having a Bud with you..
my rage came to a bend..
Holy moly, there’s a way to pay for it!
There’s strength in staring at a bug zapper, attracted
to light, staying competitive.
Haste is the suave part of RSVP;
Earth is spanked all over
for snap love — now snap over the mouth.
Having a Bud with you..
my rage came to a bend..
Holy moly, there’s a way to pay for it!
There’s strength in staring at a bug zapper, attracted
to light, staying competitive.
Haste is the suave part of RSVP;
Earth is spanked all over
for snap love — now snap over the mouth.
151: Our berserk contacts squeeze topical structure into gentle shadows that are too numb to know what consciousness is.
We learnt lightly, love is too young. Yet triumph in love is slathered over all of us, even the poor, soon excluded. Axioms and other memes are what we are deft w/. So the poor-excluded type doesn’t count? I can’t tell, I wouldn’t know. Who does?
When social scientists and the proud struck their alliance, we thought this is a gross 2nd prize although ultimatums were rephrased and moral aspirations became more footloose and empirically incontestable as Seven Bagatelles.
We learnt lightly, love is too young. Yet triumph in love is slathered over all of us, even the poor, soon excluded. Axioms and other memes are what we are deft w/. So the poor-excluded type doesn’t count? I can’t tell, I wouldn’t know. Who does?
When social scientists and the proud struck their alliance, we thought this is a gross 2nd prize although ultimatums were rephrased and moral aspirations became more footloose and empirically incontestable as Seven Bagatelles.
1/6/25
I hear your inside voice, binary to binary autosuggestion.
When it gets dark it sounds fast.
We wanted to go to
This point in reality investment, stabilizing our new office — over the ocean
w/out ‘swelter- or personal-contact.’
Should we take
a message?
We’re talking to what must
be figurative breakpoints with fate and fate’s consignments. 4 walls are examples.
Empty messages recall nothing of detached
sensory esotericists.
We’ll erase their message. Also
Politic display of paranoia recommended for staying stable in an emotional tri-level.
When it gets dark it sounds fast.
We wanted to go to
This point in reality investment, stabilizing our new office — over the ocean
w/out ‘swelter- or personal-contact.’
Should we take
a message?
We’re talking to what must
be figurative breakpoints with fate and fate’s consignments. 4 walls are examples.
Empty messages recall nothing of detached
sensory esotericists.
We’ll erase their message. Also
Politic display of paranoia recommended for staying stable in an emotional tri-level.
22: Inside you
the mirror shows a raiment of my heart — therefore
so long as your beauty & youth cover me
...praise & the opposite grow acrostic, seemingly rife, stirred by your love
for days. I tender my pen to write down what you bear in your true heart
(washes of shadows, unrehearsed, bent to your will)
— how can I be dated, the elder of us two — your breast comes alive in mine and mine in yours,
fixed in air, we stay in love, nursing love. Expiators.
the mirror shows a raiment of my heart — therefore
so long as your beauty & youth cover me
...praise & the opposite grow acrostic, seemingly rife, stirred by your love
for days. I tender my pen to write down what you bear in your true heart
(washes of shadows, unrehearsed, bent to your will)
— how can I be dated, the elder of us two — your breast comes alive in mine and mine in yours,
fixed in air, we stay in love, nursing love. Expiators.
1/5/25
— Let’s be fair, I’m not sure the partnership was an accident, joining boosters of equity.
Runic, compared to language proceedings now.
It just snowballed until all frontiers on Earth were taken under one rule.
Our slogan has been restated: Bodies of formulae destroy discursive fruit until only style prevails.
(Yay..)
Runic, compared to language proceedings now.
It just snowballed until all frontiers on Earth were taken under one rule.
Our slogan has been restated: Bodies of formulae destroy discursive fruit until only style prevails.
(Yay..)
151: Our berserk contacts squeeze topical structure into gentle shadows that are too numb to know what consciousness is.
We learnt lightly, love is too young. Yet triumph in love is slathered over all of us, even the poor, soon excluded. Axioms and other memes are what we are deft w/. So the poor-excluded type doesn’t count? I can’t tell, I wouldn’t know. Who does?
When social scientists and the proud struck their alliance, we thought this is a gross 2nd prize although ultimatums were rephrased and moral aspirations became more footloose and empirically incontestable as Seven Bagatelles.
We learnt lightly, love is too young. Yet triumph in love is slathered over all of us, even the poor, soon excluded. Axioms and other memes are what we are deft w/. So the poor-excluded type doesn’t count? I can’t tell, I wouldn’t know. Who does?
When social scientists and the proud struck their alliance, we thought this is a gross 2nd prize although ultimatums were rephrased and moral aspirations became more footloose and empirically incontestable as Seven Bagatelles.
1/4/25
Our national leaders and their propagandists know very well liberal capitalism is an inegalitarian regime, unjust, and unsuitable for the vast majority of humanity.
Grandeur is a deluxe quest and metaphysical evil.
I’m not a model, I just look like one. (Helen of Troy)
We’re the only nation that flies into hurricanes. (D.A. Levy)
Grandeur is a deluxe quest and metaphysical evil.
I’m not a model, I just look like one. (Helen of Troy)
We’re the only nation that flies into hurricanes. (D.A. Levy)
122: The longer I live it’s right in front of me, above all, beyond all, your gift within my brain.
There’s a glow in seconds before razed oblivion, fun .. and explosive. Wow.
Or much like staying in the now, yielding thru nature to receive you more, more of you.
An idle life abandoned. I’m forgetting about it. How?
You and I remain beyond date and time in my heart and brain. I won’t be funny or make a stab, score or tally... Every day I’ll subsist to import your love into me .. Again.
There’s a glow in seconds before razed oblivion, fun .. and explosive. Wow.
Or much like staying in the now, yielding thru nature to receive you more, more of you.
An idle life abandoned. I’m forgetting about it. How?
You and I remain beyond date and time in my heart and brain. I won’t be funny or make a stab, score or tally... Every day I’ll subsist to import your love into me .. Again.
1/3/25
122: The longer I live it’s right in front of me, above all, beyond all, your gift within my brain.
There’s a glow in seconds before razed oblivion, fun .. and explosive. Wow.
Or much like staying in the now, yielding thru nature to receive you more, more of you.
An idle life abandoned. I’m forgetting about it. How?
You and I remain beyond date and time in my heart and brain. I won’t be funny or make a stab, score or tally... Every day I’ll subsist to import your love into me .. Again.
There’s a glow in seconds before razed oblivion, fun .. and explosive. Wow.
Or much like staying in the now, yielding thru nature to receive you more, more of you.
An idle life abandoned. I’m forgetting about it. How?
You and I remain beyond date and time in my heart and brain. I won’t be funny or make a stab, score or tally... Every day I’ll subsist to import your love into me .. Again.
127: C.V.: I’ve misspelled a sign celebrating ravenous yawns in fair use, and there’s some age old false connection to an eyesore we dreamed up or might dream up, borrowing a face beauty slanders. There, inside, little agency, no intervention, only stripes of ideas multiplying nameless, profane, counting inventory, keeping faith from their esteemed orientation, mining their richest veins, designing solid, stoic codes that trigger stern satisfaction dusk thru midday, they think: So many infolding explosive arcs of competing constructs they flare up into neat blocks of aqueous shimmer! Blocks we’ve been party to after a late lunch.
Hitherto hawkeye ethos susses southpaw disproportionality, so lovers per lifetime meet their lucky doubles halfway, borrowing a face here, slanting a blurred promise we had there or we don’t know we had, in shame letting it almost die down.
Hitherto hawkeye ethos susses southpaw disproportionality, so lovers per lifetime meet their lucky doubles halfway, borrowing a face here, slanting a blurred promise we had there or we don’t know we had, in shame letting it almost die down.
1/2/25
We’re a special team. We’re circumspect.
Our sharing mechanism (once a pretext) gives no voice
to repeated wandering motifs over a long silence
we back off from. Nightly
we face thickets of whirled & southerly winds
taking it to other investors who might stay offended,
the next step in the training.
Onto what?
Our sharing mechanism (once a pretext) gives no voice
to repeated wandering motifs over a long silence
we back off from. Nightly
we face thickets of whirled & southerly winds
taking it to other investors who might stay offended,
the next step in the training.
Onto what?
139: A poem fires up photoshop. Excuse ..um..
A poem is a picture as love well knows.
That your cunning lays upon my heart...
That drowns me out, my kitten, dear heart, but don’t wound me, not
now, and never call me back to justify anything wrong.
Your good looks attract my enemies — It’s your eyes
yet glances aside — with your unkind tongue you overpower me,
kill me outright, never through anything in art. So I’m defenseless.
Also I’ve saved all your robocalls to prove it.
I’m not kidding. No more calls, no pictures, so please.
A poem is a picture as love well knows.
That your cunning lays upon my heart...
That drowns me out, my kitten, dear heart, but don’t wound me, not
now, and never call me back to justify anything wrong.
Your good looks attract my enemies — It’s your eyes
yet glances aside — with your unkind tongue you overpower me,
kill me outright, never through anything in art. So I’m defenseless.
Also I’ve saved all your robocalls to prove it.
I’m not kidding. No more calls, no pictures, so please.
Spacetime.
Totally never-in, our keyless Platonism won’t stand up as practice /
not while evangelic angles of light conscientiously make a big deal taking us home.
Vaccinated, I have a merciless itch.. just what is this collapsed satori we travel into?
Quote: Passing the “casting
of cities,” thinking past us — end quote.
I’m never sure. I’m still a novice,
numb to knowing what conscience is.
Totally never-in, our keyless Platonism won’t stand up as practice /
not while evangelic angles of light conscientiously make a big deal taking us home.
Vaccinated, I have a merciless itch.. just what is this collapsed satori we travel into?
Quote: Passing the “casting
of cities,” thinking past us — end quote.
I’m never sure. I’m still a novice,
numb to knowing what conscience is.
1/1/25
22: Inside you
the mirror shows a raiment of my heart — therefore
so long as your beauty & youth cover me
...praise & the opposite grow acrostic, seemingly rife, stirred by your love
for days. I tender my pen to write down what you bear in your true heart
(washes of shadows, unrehearsed, bent to your will)
— how can I be dated, the elder of us two — your breast comes alive in mine and mine in yours,
fixed in air, we stay in love, nursing love. Expiators.
the mirror shows a raiment of my heart — therefore
so long as your beauty & youth cover me
...praise & the opposite grow acrostic, seemingly rife, stirred by your love
for days. I tender my pen to write down what you bear in your true heart
(washes of shadows, unrehearsed, bent to your will)
— how can I be dated, the elder of us two — your breast comes alive in mine and mine in yours,
fixed in air, we stay in love, nursing love. Expiators.
43: There is your dead-of-night agreement to let me in. Iron clad. Like on 1st base at 1st touch.
Urgent, dizzy, all agreements come down to time on earth in earthy dreams, darkly bright, best seen darkly directed.
The more you put on earth, you know shadows, their colorations, shades are imperfect (un)seen, but blessed (more adhesive) and happy when I’m looking on with you.
It’s much clearer in light. Yes. That quick. This is a speaking animal heavily asleep, remembering regression —
all days are nights and nights bright days. All time’s up.
Urgent, dizzy, all agreements come down to time on earth in earthy dreams, darkly bright, best seen darkly directed.
The more you put on earth, you know shadows, their colorations, shades are imperfect (un)seen, but blessed (more adhesive) and happy when I’m looking on with you.
It’s much clearer in light. Yes. That quick. This is a speaking animal heavily asleep, remembering regression —
all days are nights and nights bright days. All time’s up.
(Someone asked me to float a tremor phonemic as old style bait.)
That’s like the sound and meaning dust flecks skim from the top while our so-named public face makes its living, almost kidding and choosing your chest, shoulders and hands to precipitate full clemency.
What kind of government overthrow takes bicameral
maneuvers more lightly?
That’s like the sound and meaning dust flecks skim from the top while our so-named public face makes its living, almost kidding and choosing your chest, shoulders and hands to precipitate full clemency.
What kind of government overthrow takes bicameral
maneuvers more lightly?
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