I don’t know that much about you [hh.. ] but you remind me of someone
Who can recall profound formality taking shape not that far off, quelling torture.
Half a day goes by and
You are [hh..] unattainable,
Hypersensitive to chaos, a thing to uphold.
Pull over, [hic aside] this is serious.
Soft fear and recurring despair, the flip end to formalism ...
3/31/25
4: Unthrifty = extravagant; nothing = nothing.
To traffic in deception, record your writing. Take fast notes
.. and I’m being fra nk, beauty lent to you
will oppose given facts of previous loveliness gone unused —
a perplexed legacy taken outside why or what’s acceptable
to audit profit and thrift. I’m lending you
my saddle for your extrication from delirium ..
Love whom else? Is it largess for me or you to go free? In a coin flip, we
traffic with fog to bequest lilac-dark in the air
spending upon you and me
so great a denatured octagonal gloom
by our own natures, sum of sums, we must take our notes alone.
To traffic in deception, record your writing. Take fast notes
.. and I’m being fra nk, beauty lent to you
will oppose given facts of previous loveliness gone unused —
a perplexed legacy taken outside why or what’s acceptable
to audit profit and thrift. I’m lending you
my saddle for your extrication from delirium ..
Love whom else? Is it largess for me or you to go free? In a coin flip, we
traffic with fog to bequest lilac-dark in the air
spending upon you and me
so great a denatured octagonal gloom
by our own natures, sum of sums, we must take our notes alone.
Beating rhythms in a voice for a glassy town of convoluted propaganda, repro-ed in fingered pigments.
With handbrush and oils you can throw dirt over the charged ecology — easier to pick up, stop feeding and dis-embrace after the climate hangs up.
Go on, as a corollary. Tell us about your reading in propositional aesthetics (debunked by snotty affiliates who you think are like you but aren’t in the least).
Jumping in, our best bout staff, shifted or fired, come to work anyway.
With handbrush and oils you can throw dirt over the charged ecology — easier to pick up, stop feeding and dis-embrace after the climate hangs up.
Go on, as a corollary. Tell us about your reading in propositional aesthetics (debunked by snotty affiliates who you think are like you but aren’t in the least).
Jumping in, our best bout staff, shifted or fired, come to work anyway.
3/30/25
Attention.
As you advance, there are four surveillance cultures from which to plagiarize a response, while downloads become more complex, building on what’s been edited out of the record.
Is that all you’re having for dinner? Explanations that transform?
One will need a simpler download for individual agency on the descent. There’s no humor in discretion. No wind in your hair makes us sick.
As you advance, there are four surveillance cultures from which to plagiarize a response, while downloads become more complex, building on what’s been edited out of the record.
Is that all you’re having for dinner? Explanations that transform?
One will need a simpler download for individual agency on the descent. There’s no humor in discretion. No wind in your hair makes us sick.
3/29/25
Athens is the cradle of alpha reality,
Hip, stolid, ordered smooth, unruffled for the taking.
I got married however without knowing the side effects.
The light darkens. I hate Greece.
It’s official, we’re its colony.
Ah, #136, latecomer to the cultural line, all time subservience.
(It’s not easy being special.)
Hip, stolid, ordered smooth, unruffled for the taking.
I got married however without knowing the side effects.
The light darkens. I hate Greece.
It’s official, we’re its colony.
Ah, #136, latecomer to the cultural line, all time subservience.
(It’s not easy being special.)
147: The impressive, impassive float seems to learn amour’s fever is a disease
as desire is death, unwelcome overnight:
“The float is radiant, jammed with wares,”
had we anticipated, not long ago, “but no, had I been
eloquent as to the radiant as well as to the sickly, the bright
— we’d need no captions.”
Mad, a lover’s discourse throughout anticipated that very base point, past cure, past care ..
Why does reason leave now when there’s one move to go?
Tho vainly expressed, longing is still well fed by our appetite to please.
as desire is death, unwelcome overnight:
“The float is radiant, jammed with wares,”
had we anticipated, not long ago, “but no, had I been
eloquent as to the radiant as well as to the sickly, the bright
— we’d need no captions.”
Mad, a lover’s discourse throughout anticipated that very base point, past cure, past care ..
Why does reason leave now when there’s one move to go?
Tho vainly expressed, longing is still well fed by our appetite to please.
3/28/25
Sonnet 26: My life is charged by your respect. A merit so great
I don’t sleep much, but I'm given an exemption, I hope.
My thought is tattered, then naked but mostly fair.
Dear you,
I send you this. Finer aspects lacking for a good generalist’s conceit... I’m wanting words to show I am barely half a wit. My writing addresses ... this itself deliberately to look made up, to look as if we need a hand skipping dinner, combing through jabs and moving high and low pressure points peeled back from getting our tenuous, jutting fingers into and under the interstate that brings us home.
I don’t think driving in my mind can be boasted of only moving from point to point but it’s great I don’t worry it gets easier, better.
Un-reproved, how I love you. I do.
I don’t sleep much, but I'm given an exemption, I hope.
My thought is tattered, then naked but mostly fair.
Dear you,
I send you this. Finer aspects lacking for a good generalist’s conceit... I’m wanting words to show I am barely half a wit. My writing addresses ... this itself deliberately to look made up, to look as if we need a hand skipping dinner, combing through jabs and moving high and low pressure points peeled back from getting our tenuous, jutting fingers into and under the interstate that brings us home.
I don’t think driving in my mind can be boasted of only moving from point to point but it’s great I don’t worry it gets easier, better.
Un-reproved, how I love you. I do.
3/27/25
A disheartening work pile supposes its completion. A muse speaks up, tho, in dialog enhancer
mode, increasing the volume a good amount.
We have to stop adjusting the margins for your low, meadow voice...
for giving up missing your skin
...a good amount ... speaking of meaning?
That would be as far as I get
with you so solid a wonder, ending our aversion to near infinity.
mode, increasing the volume a good amount.
We have to stop adjusting the margins for your low, meadow voice...
for giving up missing your skin
...a good amount ... speaking of meaning?
That would be as far as I get
with you so solid a wonder, ending our aversion to near infinity.
3/26/25
Note: It’s impossible to separate understatement from early programmed utterance; both are newborn in an admissible sense, pitch. So that’s how pretending v coming close can be felt, my sovereign.
Next, an inevitable database advances to burn out your swing — try living on meeting death half-way hapless (and deceitful), sensing value contingent. Warning: The underground minimizes special-purpose thinking within a dominant tribal identity or trance. The opium is waiting. What comes first on a bender is calm to recover and / or replace each close-to-noble escape route on ahead.
Next, an inevitable database advances to burn out your swing — try living on meeting death half-way hapless (and deceitful), sensing value contingent. Warning: The underground minimizes special-purpose thinking within a dominant tribal identity or trance. The opium is waiting. What comes first on a bender is calm to recover and / or replace each close-to-noble escape route on ahead.
107: Even tho you can’t concentrate, you’re in a balmy place, well..
A place I’ve never been before. You’re dreaming on things to come.
You look fresh. You have on your eyeliner again.
I like what you’re hoping to proclaim this time.
Down with tyrants, their crests and tombs.
No sad augurs, fewer uncertainties.
Suppose forfeiting doom, suppose
Peace with no death and personal rights, dreaming endlessly.
A place I’ve never been before. You’re dreaming on things to come.
You look fresh. You have on your eyeliner again.
I like what you’re hoping to proclaim this time.
Down with tyrants, their crests and tombs.
No sad augurs, fewer uncertainties.
Suppose forfeiting doom, suppose
Peace with no death and personal rights, dreaming endlessly.
3/25/25
To be a stronger critic I went to a dark place with you (universal reach).
You gave me hiccups back then, up to floor six. Now, years in the future, my senses are restored. An unoccupied mind long overdue.
And I’m back in my vertigo seat, reading over and writing disciplined boilerplate, fond of mnemonics. Why worry over explanation?
To explain is to run up against narrative: actually a proxy measurement, one affected by all other expressions of interest over future time.
As the future holds, I’m lying about the lies we’re telling.
You gave me hiccups back then, up to floor six. Now, years in the future, my senses are restored. An unoccupied mind long overdue.
And I’m back in my vertigo seat, reading over and writing disciplined boilerplate, fond of mnemonics. Why worry over explanation?
To explain is to run up against narrative: actually a proxy measurement, one affected by all other expressions of interest over future time.
As the future holds, I’m lying about the lies we’re telling.
Sonnet 26: My life is charged by your respect. A merit so great
I don’t sleep much, but I'm given an exemption, I hope.
My thought is tottered, all naked but mostly fair.
Dear you,
I send you this. Finer aspects lacking for a good generalist’s conceit... I’m wanting words to show I am barely half a wit. My writing addresses itself deliberately to look made up, to look as if we need a hand skipping dinner, combing through jabs and moving high and low pressure points peeled back from getting our tenuous, jutting fingers into and under the interstate that brings us home.
I don’t think driving in my mind can be boasted of only moving from point to point but it’s great I don’t worry it gets easier, better.
Un-reproved, how I love you. I do.
I don’t sleep much, but I'm given an exemption, I hope.
My thought is tottered, all naked but mostly fair.
Dear you,
I send you this. Finer aspects lacking for a good generalist’s conceit... I’m wanting words to show I am barely half a wit. My writing addresses itself deliberately to look made up, to look as if we need a hand skipping dinner, combing through jabs and moving high and low pressure points peeled back from getting our tenuous, jutting fingers into and under the interstate that brings us home.
I don’t think driving in my mind can be boasted of only moving from point to point but it’s great I don’t worry it gets easier, better.
Un-reproved, how I love you. I do.
3/24/25
The air is sawed off, wishy and doing better. We were dangerous, once.
Smooth rhetoric is purely blur. It’s too late to make it sparse. Now we’re appalled. Even our restraint is razed for its own sake.
We could see from a solid distance, your rakish notes to yourself, you mixed mediums .. no shit. None of mine.
As I understand it the exact second you insert the first-person, rotary forces of moral density will drill several meters down underground, a strafed, ethical spectacle falling into proverbial and natural coherence like a case of mumps, something you never saw and you never will, you gestalt freak.
Smooth rhetoric is purely blur. It’s too late to make it sparse. Now we’re appalled. Even our restraint is razed for its own sake.
We could see from a solid distance, your rakish notes to yourself, you mixed mediums .. no shit. None of mine.
As I understand it the exact second you insert the first-person, rotary forces of moral density will drill several meters down underground, a strafed, ethical spectacle falling into proverbial and natural coherence like a case of mumps, something you never saw and you never will, you gestalt freak.
3/23/25
Side streets go down to hourly weather over the power grid;
Rain’s over, its light flow an oily example.
This extends through night rain to rain’s surrogacy, a more serious and newer down.
More anguish driving over to a panel on reasoning and not writing anything down, a stomach turning experience
in its emptied refraction through a taillight for syntactical beings (in a sentence) on a muddy drive.
Rain’s over, its light flow an oily example.
This extends through night rain to rain’s surrogacy, a more serious and newer down.
More anguish driving over to a panel on reasoning and not writing anything down, a stomach turning experience
in its emptied refraction through a taillight for syntactical beings (in a sentence) on a muddy drive.
67: Smarts don’t matter. You had a wealth of smarts. Advantage achieved?
I’m laying myself off. Shall I? (Not that I’m smart.) I’m imitating an exchequer, an evolutionist of avarice — loose ends everywhere giving wind upright advantage and an inflection point — long since moot — where roses in shadow seem false, laced to fine society. Out in the open is wherefore wind and other loosenesses keep their youth only on the gain side, impious beauty and true presence forward.
And that goes for the lively sun shining with its blush-to-blood over the streets, bankrupting grownups.
I’m laying myself off. Shall I? (Not that I’m smart.) I’m imitating an exchequer, an evolutionist of avarice — loose ends everywhere giving wind upright advantage and an inflection point — long since moot — where roses in shadow seem false, laced to fine society. Out in the open is wherefore wind and other loosenesses keep their youth only on the gain side, impious beauty and true presence forward.
And that goes for the lively sun shining with its blush-to-blood over the streets, bankrupting grownups.
3/22/25
Pollen eclipses stain both moon and sun with borrowed-spores.
Again, I don’t know much re: pollen, rising to block sky views
while I’m playing with borrowed-writing.
Any contention is biting now but my spores speed ahead 85 to 100;
that’s slow facing a chilly gust. I can’t do much more, not even for
track officials powered with centrifugal disclosure, tweeted from their past.
So forget
Any legal plaudits, forget public jubilee — I should add my power
gamut goes faster. My pollen instrument serves haves and
abandons have-nots holding guitars spinning all ways in gelid, hilly winds.
Again, I don’t know much re: pollen, rising to block sky views
while I’m playing with borrowed-writing.
Any contention is biting now but my spores speed ahead 85 to 100;
that’s slow facing a chilly gust. I can’t do much more, not even for
track officials powered with centrifugal disclosure, tweeted from their past.
So forget
Any legal plaudits, forget public jubilee — I should add my power
gamut goes faster. My pollen instrument serves haves and
abandons have-nots holding guitars spinning all ways in gelid, hilly winds.
63: Hours..drain..blood.
As I am now, Max Planck fellows are running off with radical research incentives for a frontier in vanishing unboundedness: Cramming organized treasures into small packages, tethered particle immolations. The dignity of boson appearances, confounding cruelty and love, alike, fed from memory and accute sight. With little or no motive, the sky foregrounding processes of mere appearances, stealing our ‘just anarchic joys,’ all of them, always.
As I am now, Max Planck fellows are running off with radical research incentives for a frontier in vanishing unboundedness: Cramming organized treasures into small packages, tethered particle immolations. The dignity of boson appearances, confounding cruelty and love, alike, fed from memory and accute sight. With little or no motive, the sky foregrounding processes of mere appearances, stealing our ‘just anarchic joys,’ all of them, always.
3/21/25
3/19/25
To save life (a), a blur of messianic pronouns disembodies subject matter; (b) matter is pruned and run through demi-graphic filters. It’s moderato brooding, adding to a cobbled blow-up — (b+a) Here dubs of complaints dovetail into an opus of no ideology.. You operate in English but (c) you resort to braying tactics, but yeah.
(You might infer lack of taxonomy.)
(You might infer lack of taxonomy.)
3/18/25
What is curious style?
There’s a cool but thoroughly staged oral tradition that’s like trail mix, so rhetorically honey-sealed and narratively palatable anyone with a few years of good high school English has in. Its clear long jumps and pull-ups in tone signify irony and distance about avid prep and galley stainless. The gestalt is to flare up yet relax a while, stay urbanely offhand and sound normal, not superior in any overt way. I’ve been saving a few hours for you. Do hang on. Dig in.
There’s a cool but thoroughly staged oral tradition that’s like trail mix, so rhetorically honey-sealed and narratively palatable anyone with a few years of good high school English has in. Its clear long jumps and pull-ups in tone signify irony and distance about avid prep and galley stainless. The gestalt is to flare up yet relax a while, stay urbanely offhand and sound normal, not superior in any overt way. I’ve been saving a few hours for you. Do hang on. Dig in.
It’s up to future officials to unpack Zen’s base ironies. Where are they now, let’s see... I’m not picking up any .. acoustics. Where I am, they don’t hook up to supplies flowing out since they make love too much — so and because every irony wants to stay on a comfort-slope, to live well too, too well and staying relaxed can lull you into a slippery tranquility.
This’s Zen-not-Zen up to when?
This’s Zen-not-Zen up to when?
3/15/25
My soul’s on break, thinking in a style of leased boats,
Obsequious, sharpened, very
Few motifs — the wash of light might be exaggerated.
I need you to wander on (some language aerie).
At least our calls’re in the area...
‘holding each other open’ formatting our interpretive devices to
Moan on the boat surface.
There may be many areas...
Few motifs — the wash of light might be exaggerated.
I need you to wander on (some language aerie).
At least our calls’re in the area...
‘holding each other open’ formatting our interpretive devices to
Moan on the boat surface.
There may be many areas...
147: The impressive, impassive float seems to learn amour’s fever is a disease
as desire is death, unwelcome overnight:
“The float is radiant, jammed with wares,”
had we anticipated, not long ago, “but no, had I been
eloquent as to the radiant as well as to the sickly, the bright
— we’d need no captions.”
Mad, a lover’s discourse throughout anticipated that very base point, past cure, past care ..
Why does reason leave now when there’s one move to go?
Tho vainly expressed, longing is still well fed by our appetite to please.
as desire is death, unwelcome overnight:
“The float is radiant, jammed with wares,”
had we anticipated, not long ago, “but no, had I been
eloquent as to the radiant as well as to the sickly, the bright
— we’d need no captions.”
Mad, a lover’s discourse throughout anticipated that very base point, past cure, past care ..
Why does reason leave now when there’s one move to go?
Tho vainly expressed, longing is still well fed by our appetite to please.
3/14/25
I’ve been on a nihilism binge; this is while I’m doing only one thing at one time on a crazed errand-stream to a structuralist’s degree.
I won’t cry when it becomes...
Greyhound hurling on seesaw but feels fine,
Any footage balances when pushed, so it’s
Bingeing is no ot so entertaining or serene. A maelstrom lights
Up the foreground, no questions asked.
Pit Bull sits tangled in tree w/leash & kites.
Corgi spinning in washing machine, a hairy fox.
I’ll trade you all the noise in my hands, still shaking — scared of leaving you among the spoils..
Being scared is a tradeoff, my trade. In the din hostility shuts the door 24/7 on indisputable birdsong. It’s a good thing for stopping messengers’ tears as the door to nihilism leads to the rescue of children and all it contains, all I could have told you.
I won’t cry when it becomes...
Greyhound hurling on seesaw but feels fine,
Any footage balances when pushed, so it’s
Bingeing is no ot so entertaining or serene. A maelstrom lights
Up the foreground, no questions asked.
Pit Bull sits tangled in tree w/leash & kites.
Corgi spinning in washing machine, a hairy fox.
I’ll trade you all the noise in my hands, still shaking — scared of leaving you among the spoils..
Being scared is a tradeoff, my trade. In the din hostility shuts the door 24/7 on indisputable birdsong. It’s a good thing for stopping messengers’ tears as the door to nihilism leads to the rescue of children and all it contains, all I could have told you.
117: What’s virtue? First, I have to repay all bonds as punishment, willfulness, all my errors.
I recommend free time with ex-painters, video note takers, continuity engineers, others unknown, indistinguishable from slain teens.
For now, after work we non-haters accumulate human octane wearing tailored tees.
To which (given time) ‘should’ = ‘want to’ = our bravo waking proof — scant proof without you, dear, dragged, transported ...
all to the winds since our inner bonds still tie us day by day under our august love:
But there’s also solitude, as conincidences accumulate like showpiece constants farthest from your sight.
I recommend free time with ex-painters, video note takers, continuity engineers, others unknown, indistinguishable from slain teens.
For now, after work we non-haters accumulate human octane wearing tailored tees.
To which (given time) ‘should’ = ‘want to’ = our bravo waking proof — scant proof without you, dear, dragged, transported ...
all to the winds since our inner bonds still tie us day by day under our august love:
But there’s also solitude, as conincidences accumulate like showpiece constants farthest from your sight.
3/13/25
You have a libido viewable within antic constructions...
A log cabin for paired centrists, a flight down,
A perimeter of memory foam and asphalt where metamorphoses are cast off.
Just for the deep ride we round this into latinate tendrils for amnesia’s willfully
Fixed width.
Spirals discharge. You were great, shook up, yoked.
A log cabin for paired centrists, a flight down,
A perimeter of memory foam and asphalt where metamorphoses are cast off.
Just for the deep ride we round this into latinate tendrils for amnesia’s willfully
Fixed width.
Spirals discharge. You were great, shook up, yoked.
Sonnet 78:
Disperse my rudeness.
Captain scientist, see what influences we’ve advanced, doubled? See what more you can do! Your eyes throw us down a hole and we keep going there, cover me up. You are all my art. Learn / teach my rude ignorance.
Only these exceptions: I wasn’t talking to you. I was singing on high to the fair interest of the sailing corps. Ah, same time, so often I’ve invoked you as a muse, I’m deeply afraid I can’t keep working with you looking over my shoulder.
I hope I’ve been clear.
Disperse my rudeness.
Captain scientist, see what influences we’ve advanced, doubled? See what more you can do! Your eyes throw us down a hole and we keep going there, cover me up. You are all my art. Learn / teach my rude ignorance.
Only these exceptions: I wasn’t talking to you. I was singing on high to the fair interest of the sailing corps. Ah, same time, so often I’ve invoked you as a muse, I’m deeply afraid I can’t keep working with you looking over my shoulder.
I hope I’ve been clear.
I’m not afraid of showing the much simpler, formless inexact I wave and dissipate into highly animate raw munition. My hands are supposed to cohere in what I cull from hearsay. Raising one hand exudes only passion, which if you allow I agree with, with intertwined wilderness — raising two, always a wretched misdeal.
3/12/25
95: Hidden pretext takes over. Your story, a bad-will report but a kind of praise, per the report, re: habitual wants, billing inquiries, etc.
What would be less fantastic? First, an enclosure of stainless vice. A full shelf of great non-privileged, lascivious plans.
Naming your name tells the story. The softest will lose. How sweet — you’re every blot and sin in one, preached against, but seldom commended against ill odds, for shame. One spots your pieces of sporting nonsense, hard beauty’s humanly tongue un-negated, but verbs regularized randomly, veiled, knifing one’s love out.. out..
What would be less fantastic? First, an enclosure of stainless vice. A full shelf of great non-privileged, lascivious plans.
Naming your name tells the story. The softest will lose. How sweet — you’re every blot and sin in one, preached against, but seldom commended against ill odds, for shame. One spots your pieces of sporting nonsense, hard beauty’s humanly tongue un-negated, but verbs regularized randomly, veiled, knifing one’s love out.. out..
3/11/25
Writers like me consume their own slapstick
when there’s a conceptual contingency to max, along
with requisite ethical structure to examine taste levels.
Now you know what to expect.
You can’t put limits on free-lancers’ exuberant leisure
within a theoretical commune of vengeance..
Smart money on the solo stiff up against the writing board.
The ethics staff sat this out, sweat-soaked, shaken.
when there’s a conceptual contingency to max, along
with requisite ethical structure to examine taste levels.
Now you know what to expect.
You can’t put limits on free-lancers’ exuberant leisure
within a theoretical commune of vengeance..
Smart money on the solo stiff up against the writing board.
The ethics staff sat this out, sweat-soaked, shaken.
3/10/25
I’m for a more open openness with plenty of recreation.
(Humanist discourse is that indirect.)
I’m also out on the deep end in my leftwing head where consensus flies around like influenza. (Harder to stay immune now.) There’s a glow in my argumentation like an avalanche that drops acid over the pre-cognitive machine age.
(Humanist discourse is that indirect.)
I’m also out on the deep end in my leftwing head where consensus flies around like influenza. (Harder to stay immune now.) There’s a glow in my argumentation like an avalanche that drops acid over the pre-cognitive machine age.
148: Denoting esthetic correspondence! it can whip you up, call you back in your cunning ..
No marvel then how love is falsehood? love’s eye can’t be true, never false? —
I mistake fault in my sight and fair similes for love you’ve put in my head.
How can the world say it’s not so,
how can it say it is? No ..
I’m mistaken in my view : blinded watching you thru tears —
the sun itself annoying until it disappears
— Vexing me! O You!
No marvel then how love is falsehood? love’s eye can’t be true, never false? —
I mistake fault in my sight and fair similes for love you’ve put in my head.
How can the world say it’s not so,
how can it say it is? No ..
I’m mistaken in my view : blinded watching you thru tears —
the sun itself annoying until it disappears
— Vexing me! O You!
3/9/25
Combustion and dust spores filling avenues between half truths.
We delete any plagiarism still missing
— but up to now they have fewer words for it.
Fielding skepticism makes money harder to borrow. Clenching-tight,
I’m in another century where hoax passes for coming near.
Wigs pick up, driftwood gets epigrammatic, upsides unrelated, pale,
immaculate. The sky has its style, subject for close attention. It’s said.
Paying attention is a field call to valuing the future. And the future notices who attends.
But it does not impinge on the field.
We delete any plagiarism still missing
— but up to now they have fewer words for it.
Fielding skepticism makes money harder to borrow. Clenching-tight,
I’m in another century where hoax passes for coming near.
Wigs pick up, driftwood gets epigrammatic, upsides unrelated, pale,
immaculate. The sky has its style, subject for close attention. It’s said.
Paying attention is a field call to valuing the future. And the future notices who attends.
But it does not impinge on the field.
51: I’ll be an angel investor in spontaneity, no need but love, for love.
This is strictly, deliriously our only business, self-realized adventure
losing daily battles.. no excuses.
What time do you get off work in poetry? Should I know?
Speeding up when swift extremity can seem but slow
I hastened to run toward you
as though mounted into the wind before even starting..
This is strictly, deliriously our only business, self-realized adventure
losing daily battles.. no excuses.
What time do you get off work in poetry? Should I know?
Speeding up when swift extremity can seem but slow
I hastened to run toward you
as though mounted into the wind before even starting..
3/8/25
Dissonance born of necessity, one dialog reflects gritty, blind optimism and violence.
Are you biologist enough for this perfection?
A little off, ok — speaking the usual way subverts expectations.
Stencils of our doctrine line up behind some marines
As good critique pays homage to paying homage, finding its subject.
Are you biologist enough for this perfection?
A little off, ok — speaking the usual way subverts expectations.
Stencils of our doctrine line up behind some marines
As good critique pays homage to paying homage, finding its subject.
Note: It’s impossible to separate understatement from early programmed utterance; both are newborn in an admissible pitch. So that’s how pretending v coming close can be felt, my sovereign.
Warning: The underground minimizes special-purpose thinking within a dominant tribal i.d. or trance. The opium is waiting, for a bender. What comes next is calm to recover and / or replace each close-to-noble escape route on ahead.
Warning: The underground minimizes special-purpose thinking within a dominant tribal i.d. or trance. The opium is waiting, for a bender. What comes next is calm to recover and / or replace each close-to-noble escape route on ahead.
95: Hidden pretext takes over. Your story, a bad-will report but a kind of praise, per the report, re: habitual wants, billing inquiries, etc.
What would be less fantastic? First, an enclosure of stainless vice. A full shelf of great non-privileged, lascivious plans.
Naming your name tells the story. The softest will lose. How sweet — you’re every blot and sin in one, preached against, but seldom commended against ill odds, for shame. One spots your pieces of sporting nonsense, hard beauty’s humanly tongue un-negated, but verbs regularized randomly, veiled, knifing one’s love out.. out..
What would be less fantastic? First, an enclosure of stainless vice. A full shelf of great non-privileged, lascivious plans.
Naming your name tells the story. The softest will lose. How sweet — you’re every blot and sin in one, preached against, but seldom commended against ill odds, for shame. One spots your pieces of sporting nonsense, hard beauty’s humanly tongue un-negated, but verbs regularized randomly, veiled, knifing one’s love out.. out..
3/7/25
Should we have
a message?
We’re talking to what must be figurative breakpoints with fate and fate’s consignments. Example.
Just kidding.
Empty messages remember nothing of detached
sensory esotericists.
Vault-loads of cash tho grant fame and no literal disapproval.
We have it (we got a message). Look for
a politic paranoia recommended for staying cool and stable in an
emotional tri-level.
a message?
We’re talking to what must be figurative breakpoints with fate and fate’s consignments. Example.
Just kidding.
Empty messages remember nothing of detached
sensory esotericists.
Vault-loads of cash tho grant fame and no literal disapproval.
We have it (we got a message). Look for
a politic paranoia recommended for staying cool and stable in an
emotional tri-level.
3/6/25
You were good to give us storylines, battle scars, vanity, thrills, and the wide sky
to laugh down compliments from insurgents binding heartache.
The sparrow’s wardrobe above, beaten but he’s breathing. He’s on our land,
his way to degrade-ultimately-destroy capitalists.
Otherwise, there’s only our perpetration and fortune to hide.
After homesickness, there’s profound inebriation
running a tab, also a little suffering moving in with your
parents (their sunroom) because they like me...
I just don’t worry.. your eyes breaking into immense mist clots .. hard
to reformulate .. (It’s up in the air.)
The sunroom goes on for a while.
to laugh down compliments from insurgents binding heartache.
The sparrow’s wardrobe above, beaten but he’s breathing. He’s on our land,
his way to degrade-ultimately-destroy capitalists.
Otherwise, there’s only our perpetration and fortune to hide.
After homesickness, there’s profound inebriation
running a tab, also a little suffering moving in with your
parents (their sunroom) because they like me...
I just don’t worry.. your eyes breaking into immense mist clots .. hard
to reformulate .. (It’s up in the air.)
The sunroom goes on for a while.
117: What’s virtue? First, I have to repay all bonds as punishment, my willfulness and errors.
I recommend free time with ex-writers, video vignette note takers, engineers, others unknown, indistinguishable from applied scientists.
For now, after work we non-haters accumulate human octane wearing our Ray Bans and tailored tees.
To which (given time) ‘should’ = ‘want to’ = our bravo waking proof — scant proof without you, dear, dragged, transported far from your tri-level.
All to the winds since our inner bonds still tie me day by day under your august love:
But there’s also solitude, as conincidences accumulate like desert constants farthest from your sight.
I recommend free time with ex-writers, video vignette note takers, engineers, others unknown, indistinguishable from applied scientists.
For now, after work we non-haters accumulate human octane wearing our Ray Bans and tailored tees.
To which (given time) ‘should’ = ‘want to’ = our bravo waking proof — scant proof without you, dear, dragged, transported far from your tri-level.
All to the winds since our inner bonds still tie me day by day under your august love:
But there’s also solitude, as conincidences accumulate like desert constants farthest from your sight.
3/5/25
11: 1st choice for a sonnet: to solve you for x. If you must, be rude, foolish but coalesce;
An x factor takes up lives like yours.
Let’s hear it, yea!
We feel bursts of fresh blood, increased by wisdom, your endowment.
Wait. Later, with or without x... it seems cold here, an ebbing world away...
And so like-minded so fast —
We convert yea to .. folly ..
The world you call yours we make featureless, barren.
Inky smoke releasing a genocidal collage, living
Thought in agitated waves, reproached, disappeared
In drumming opinions (subtracting best practices) —
Look for nothing to help harsh times that should come to an end.
Cold freezing nature, per se, nature will age, perish, decay.
But we keep x in mind, cherished love..
The more you and yours live on .. I get my life back .. what you give.
An x factor takes up lives like yours.
Let’s hear it, yea!
We feel bursts of fresh blood, increased by wisdom, your endowment.
Wait. Later, with or without x... it seems cold here, an ebbing world away...
And so like-minded so fast —
We convert yea to .. folly ..
The world you call yours we make featureless, barren.
Inky smoke releasing a genocidal collage, living
Thought in agitated waves, reproached, disappeared
In drumming opinions (subtracting best practices) —
Look for nothing to help harsh times that should come to an end.
Cold freezing nature, per se, nature will age, perish, decay.
But we keep x in mind, cherished love..
The more you and yours live on .. I get my life back .. what you give.
3/4/25
I prefer a clean hotel.
I’m calling time-out dull
outside regular hours.
Looking around we need smarter drywall to excite ferns and moss growing
Up, growing shiny, imperfect, not held in place —
your nose looks finished as the stopper.
Breakfast at one more Starb’s and we’re off wandering
headed for B terminal,
a legacy installation in profane solace.
I’m calling time-out dull
outside regular hours.
Looking around we need smarter drywall to excite ferns and moss growing
Up, growing shiny, imperfect, not held in place —
your nose looks finished as the stopper.
Breakfast at one more Starb’s and we’re off wandering
headed for B terminal,
a legacy installation in profane solace.
117: What’s virtue? First, I have to repay all bonds as punishment, my willfulness and errors.
I recommend free time with ex-writers, video vignette note takers, engineers, others unknown, indistinguishable from applied scientists.
For now, after work we non-haters accumulate human octane wearing our Ray Bans and tailored tees.
To which (given time) ‘should’ = ‘want to’ = our bravo waking proof — scant proof without you, dear, dragged, transported far from your tri-level.
All to the winds since our inner bonds still tie me day by day under your august love:
But there’s also solitude, as conincidences accumulate as desert constants farthest from your sight.
I recommend free time with ex-writers, video vignette note takers, engineers, others unknown, indistinguishable from applied scientists.
For now, after work we non-haters accumulate human octane wearing our Ray Bans and tailored tees.
To which (given time) ‘should’ = ‘want to’ = our bravo waking proof — scant proof without you, dear, dragged, transported far from your tri-level.
All to the winds since our inner bonds still tie me day by day under your august love:
But there’s also solitude, as conincidences accumulate as desert constants farthest from your sight.
3/3/25
Time after time microscopic honesty — we used to say — is the sanest practice for complete thumb control and body fitness.
Let’s go thru it again, generations of ample volunteering and worship set these scruples up. They come back. Soon you relax your balance, honest equipoise for a good writer is common enough, even now.
We went over our defensive appearances, for instance. Keep to schedule. Key is your keeping a regimen for hours at a time before it can wear off: So never let it. Curvatures in spacetime affix to our high expectations. If they pass muster they’ll undo any promise you have, had or you don’t remember in the aftermath of your hiatus (hesitation), revving up.
Let’s go thru it again, generations of ample volunteering and worship set these scruples up. They come back. Soon you relax your balance, honest equipoise for a good writer is common enough, even now.
We went over our defensive appearances, for instance. Keep to schedule. Key is your keeping a regimen for hours at a time before it can wear off: So never let it. Curvatures in spacetime affix to our high expectations. If they pass muster they’ll undo any promise you have, had or you don’t remember in the aftermath of your hiatus (hesitation), revving up.
147: The impressive, impassive float seems to learn amour’s fever is a disease
as desire is death, unwelcome overnight:
“The float is radiant, jammed with wares,”
had we anticipated, not long ago, “but no, had I been
eloquent as to the radiant as well as to the sickly, the bright
— we’d need no captions.”
Mad, a lover’s discourse throughout anticipated that very base point, past cure, past care ..
Why does reason leave now when there’s one move to go?
Tho vainly expressed, longing is still well fed by our appetite to please.
as desire is death, unwelcome overnight:
“The float is radiant, jammed with wares,”
had we anticipated, not long ago, “but no, had I been
eloquent as to the radiant as well as to the sickly, the bright
— we’d need no captions.”
Mad, a lover’s discourse throughout anticipated that very base point, past cure, past care ..
Why does reason leave now when there’s one move to go?
Tho vainly expressed, longing is still well fed by our appetite to please.
3/2/25
Land use. That’s what the new world is about. Are we breeding steer or picking pansies?
Just two modalities. Sorry, I have no other apolitical associations I can share. I ran through a dude ranch then tried raw energy.
Don’t know why the ranch stands there still in no summation after the transaction but before I turn away, circumscribed, all hat, no cattle.
Just two modalities. Sorry, I have no other apolitical associations I can share. I ran through a dude ranch then tried raw energy.
Don’t know why the ranch stands there still in no summation after the transaction but before I turn away, circumscribed, all hat, no cattle.
3/1/25
117: What’s virtue? First, I have to repay all bonds as punishment, my willfulness and errors.
I recommend free time with ex-writers, video vignette note takers, engineers, others unknown, indistinguishable from applied scientists.
For now, after work we non-haters accumulate human octane wearing our Ray Bans and tailored tees.
To which (given time) ‘should’ = ‘want to’ = our bravo waking proof — scant proof without you, dear, dragged, transported far from your tri-level.
All to the winds since our inner bonds still tie me day by day under your august love:
But there’s also solitude, as conincidences accumulate as desert constants farthest from your sight.
I recommend free time with ex-writers, video vignette note takers, engineers, others unknown, indistinguishable from applied scientists.
For now, after work we non-haters accumulate human octane wearing our Ray Bans and tailored tees.
To which (given time) ‘should’ = ‘want to’ = our bravo waking proof — scant proof without you, dear, dragged, transported far from your tri-level.
All to the winds since our inner bonds still tie me day by day under your august love:
But there’s also solitude, as conincidences accumulate as desert constants farthest from your sight.
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