It started again. As I was saying, my memoir(s) could begin around 2000, celebrating a gaping yawn in my praxis (I hit the pavement with less inhibition thanks to your goodwill and dynamics). You and they must have a connection to the same eggy puzzle where there’s this lights-out factory, an eyesore we dreamed up or could dream up. There’s no agency inside, no intervention, only stripes of ideas multiplying in dark, reduced to making more inventory, keeping faith from their orientation, mining the richest veins, designing solid almost stoic codes and disruptive satisfaction. Some assembly required from dawn to midday, they think: so many in-folding explosive arcs of competing constructs they flare up into an aqueous shimmer. One I’ve been party to. Party is one word. It felt so good to close down a wide sector of the critical imagination, ethos, and move nowhere collectively, a function of a huge leftist irony-software & aggregation corp. The year two-thousand in brief is an egg-hatching moment, kairos, and from then I can move forward and back to connect the times with the ideas and people that encompass my naïve expertise.

Yours and mine. There’s a flywheel effect, also, that turns conversation over to science and greed, and the prototypes that mess up the visual cortex, paste-ins crammed with luxuries that bind, ushering an anti-life of grueling but quickened radiance they co-broke for enduring benefits.

Prod.

Somedays the words are latinate for summer’s fixed width.

But thanks for speaking up for the Skia font family; we all’re feeling a little wisp waiting for a bullet to ‘what’s out there’ countering it fighting self-mastery even in spiteful moments — was it something to do with me? I don’t think

that changes my life. Oh, yeah, the breeze brushes this alliteratively off, too. A cheap divide open at the brim of syzygy. Tho the homeland is not in the way, exactly, Detroit is poisoned, anything but stable, under civil forfeiture, worse than a headache. Five episodes in it’s the Jersey Shore and the interesting morality of eco-suits.

Camps. Dupont Julio.

Je savais edifices le feraient fortement. Cuisses gazouillants.

Camps. Dupont Julio.

I knew edifices’d sharply. Thighs warbling.

Part of the world works backwards facing the street, passing it... A science fiction flushed hollow a few years ago, looking on outside it, and still walking through adhering to nothing, just passing, but also taking root.

You’re asking a lot.

Standing in the rain says I may as well switch back to what it says.

Fair enough but there is absolutely nothing in.

“Exactly,” and in that miracle voice? A tongue in his ear driving noise into a lost history of pioneers and cousins in lines of duty. It’s quantified; what does that mean?

The four-man cabin a flight down.

Feeling cornered. Blue moon as it were.

How is an unepic life colorless, sparkling yet dissected, slumped over in gaffes, so you missed it?? It’s shameful to work for the state, but a foreign government is cool? how did he alone stand tall, pause and brush back his hair? all the other men like him looking up like flight risks? To keep up we don’t find a compromise.

The music seems headstrong.

Everything we paint is structure to write

or was when we were in Tacoma picking up fun Japanese. The miner described it as leaving gaps. No financial grasp to contemplation.

Light exchanges positions. Thank you.

**

Your mellowness operates a transferrable mind.

That line raises a lark, also structure.

Rules write themselves for freshwater miners drowned in bubbles, from .. Me? I’m

immersed watching the light.
I know you. So we forget
Paul Broadnax and sidemen.

Targeting methods.

To appear transparent out of a board game.

After a button is pushed a model young theorist says hello, how are you, then reverses course. She heads upstairs to an installation in perfect solitude.

I’ve heard that scream.

No, she didn’t. She’s indelibly here. She didn’t help but she did.

What will they spell for lunch today? slender objective on a square obstacle? To follow instructions, slippers are warmed; the scripture removers repair to a separate clearance.

The commissary is down in the sub-chambers, aimlessly glistening. I’m often holed up on the second level with the major issues that I have still (meaning my whole life); for now, before reaching a glacier-elbow high water, everything remains in hierarchical Finland, which has worked everywhere.

A kimono has been entered, explaining sex without thinking, and with.

A fragrance is found shaking our heads, wiping our brows.

The same stairs float, for good, if they could.

Like all of the above and people going in and out of buildings, climbing steps, you’re one hundred percent normal running up debt to keep devotees heartbroken, to downplay scene after scene, only springing or twisting into new life and renewed commitment at the last-possible moment.

On second thought, call me Fracking or Stinky. I touched it and it sprayed me.

The herd rushed to the rescue (there’s a deadline), a tumble of inventions, an ambush

a weakening of night to day — body in the hole — one enzyme waking up isolated, seeming eternity. I’d

Forever is a quiet pace except for the plastic : Lake Drastic
containers hanging along the bow : the cow
and top sails maximized along the side. :: hide.

This is a synthetic stretch, a few thought chunks going someplace that makes the senses look futuristic in the right light that’s constant. The point ahead is to enable the passing tourney among tense Fu dudes to nuance the 3-in-1 innocents to proceed.

Lindsay Lohan is making the ultimate comeback.

It worked once, or twice, but now we search the web for an obstacle by the fireside pumped with mandatory inflows of feel-

ing great! The new brands are awesome denouncing oops, they’re metering us to search counterfeiters

doing physics or philosophy with a hen of steam: ergo verdicts are trifles beyond Krishna’s preproduction. All these

personnel will have to be shifted or fired
but come to work anyway, achieving a seeming
bliss of the non-willed state, enlightened but lacking design

squeezed onto a breezeway, among detailed x-rays with blurred images to endure.

We leveraged the social graph to miss you.
How long have you planted thoughts without a gender balance?

I agree. To be reviewed is to be published.

Shit. Ahem.

Teaching can’t be taught.

Poem on Super-8. Another mild one, one and all. Let me pull an invisible
to the eye hair off your blouse to increase the speed of our nation.

When you write you find your living partner. She’s a social creature,
capable of more complex communication, traveling in large groups or schools.

Well, 2 out of 3.

I hardly know you. And will never know you. I’ll give you a call.

Maximum restraint = get it done don’t talk to me.

I remember any ceramic with symmetrical tenets
looking up at the sun feeling talkative.

A branch can be a sentence, urgency in ideas.
We live in a debt growing country.

The air has the outer above for sky.
During the break we reached an agreement.

Big-hick-crazy quilts the sun buildings. Wives
“Great but I’ll just hold...”

Criminal samples predict behavior-like craftwork,
poll-taking is rhetorical solutions.

You live within politics and practice warfare
to engage another’s psyche

& you’re always wrong to prolong his appeal.

I promised you a ham for painting bombast.

Symmetry, advise your assistant to receive my phone call; I need to confirm the ham’s anger has hatched and kilt any chance at.. I’ll have you over when life and death are what they should be, augmented with Pablo Tac bouquet, a full deck of historical fantasy, and hyper décor that cracks the lobes of automation... After that, there will be nothing coarse or raucous to grab at, but thanks! we’re good with our previous melancholy, “no real choice,” and horror-struck, I’ll still want to marry us in quick fire in a church in white. Or did I?

A rubber duck’s victims assume a moral duty. At least if you’re not buying, take a look.

Though there is irony to my lecturing to a square insult comic dissolving in wind sheer, freed into puddles of nudist delusion that swell and swell

                   hi and lo

young bodies keep moving, the elders seem alienating...

clouds part and the aerodrome rushes toward litmus introspection, snug, sotted with the urge to fit nothing in.

                   Slapdash.

That’s how it works. If it is still tomorrow,

what was the transition? I heard that

measureth intelligence by bad bets.

The tea puzzle (for what its worth)

couldn’t be serious about ghosts.

But there they are in sleep

after only five days blindfolded.

It’s a case test. You have a pleasant

sencha. It strengthened my attention

that night as my nature to do so.

Meanwhile as an untrained artist

I made more than 2000 before poems

Which are bets of everything. A

lot has been splayed, getting warm.

Warmer. Some have kind eyeholes.

It’s not done well but we’re surprised (..)

See this pigeon? It’s a true albino. Incandescent.

I was thinking it’s hard to get foreign sports equipment
or the meaning of structure, a table for the indexes of suspicion and objurgating.

I’m happiest procrastinating. When stairwells mesh to go nowhere
                    majorly
between you and expulsion, the hole is closed. Turn here,

there’s efficacy in speaking clearly, gesturing, knitting your own softball.

for ----

Keep the secrets of simplicity, float-free.
Together at night we can demodify again.

Is there a function that describes our preferences?
I put a recalled toy in my mouth. (Eric Dolphy)

I feel a lull in motives. Interforce rondure.
The apocalypse ignites downtown, combustion

And dust spores filling canyons between skyscrapers,
your honor. People take shelter in a convenience store

Then race down into the subway, running with the grads.
Asinine language (you can’t call it dialog). Ugly apartments.

Life-draining clothes. Absolute rubbish. Highly recommended.
Yet the jungle is quiet... too quiet. (Theseus)

This text shelter is self-conscious, an interforce with jawboned clauses, better so it can insist to stay again in a poet’s identity and her intents, conflated with audience, exploited media, her reputation, and so forth. It’s all to the good, superficially, temporally; that’s certainly a limit (to be defined when her success precedes the poem).

So a critical first question for any text is, can we start over. (Rondure)

Joke-check every box.

Some had swing

The scandal passed, hardly worth the coverage,
otherwise excellent. You saw that?

We got back into the van.

Do you own your swarm? It seems relevant
if filed haphazardly under filming about a file,

“Ambient text file,” say;
her jaw trembled

While we Run the Jewels.

A few words on process

They’re from the Be Yours Outside tenor
& crew, high spirited sleeves thru the back..

No sweat. Cash is next.
You wear counterfeits and feel fake. I bet,

The trees, your neck, heavy inks squirting
deserve to hear from one.

A topical shift took control.
It is that one is there.

One is a stranger to consent...
we are in fact desperate.

You
mean the theme costumes?

Ok, I have not fulfilled the norms set by
hey! I approach the history that permeates philosophy,

Urinating while scanning the right data mining
(steam) to quantify any parallelisms.

To project voices “that acquiesce on a positive note”

Sunday franchises are the best as in The
Orchid Sto--es that splits itself up into a how-To

Search for lattice and trellis heroics,
never be bored, “I again

Take out my knife...”..
I kept a secret street car

Divvying up rain, benching the mnemonics,
em, I’ve misspelled every sign.

(I have a skin policy with its own voice.)

I’m doing only one thing at one time on a crazed errand stream
to a structuralist’s degree, as well as to a serener surface.

No wonder cowboys are rushed.
(Practice makes perfect in just one week.)

It was nice meeting your ideas
that changed in others’ lives.

You’ll miss the pick-up. You already have.
Hello. Your voice means a lot to us. I’ve..

to stay within budget is pleasing
and boring.

You see, there’s a cloying aspect when able bodies gather
to phenotypes, we line up the device of warm visual partners.

I had called this gateway the dooryard where doing well is taken in-
to far correlates inventing a new intelligence of largess. It

all comes with us. If you invest now, daylight garners you
several that are breathing.

There will be a brief ride 2

the time’s coming up. The evidence had been persuasive,
fewer sleights assigning you to defeat or traverse us

would be an intrusion without an understanding
of randomness in aggregate, the law on hyperbolics as

the least extraordinary appear similar to expand the mirror we’ve
induced enumeratively. Tho functioning.

From here it fetched something. Examples of published cook
-ing ontologies, whatever they got it’s alleged. We

don’t have the brains to have an open look.
Someone else’s sense was pledged & then.

This will be a short ride. Largely harmless.

For this is how the spring fern drops over the aura of the photogenic vitamin to stop the sentence, fuzzed it. Yet one lacked the perfect raincoat, one’s self-reconciliation for past springs.

So you get it now about dualism, you make 4 walls the rendezvous, along with a winter roof, lounge in queue for motorcades. You can’t predict what you are going to do, and there aren’t enough seasons to go around to encapsulate your suspicions. (for RR)

for CH

out of sight out of your sight

w/ no neo-soul levitation

don’t fret not forgotten

de-frustration dropped

my wife in binge-recording

**

she followed the brightest soldiers

despite her resolution support group

lacking too many to call a disorder

looked after for good reason

it’s so much conflict not about

**

conscience as a confession of self

this neighborhood perfect

to cancel the meeting

on a so-called preserve

it wouldn’t let it reason août

**

next to some sleeping people

staring through the ice

is this bluff for real?

before the ice scissored out

the group

All attempts to grow God are disproportionate.

As one citizen you fail to mushroom, ignored. But we’re hellbent when two or more discover wisdom on statist terms. So we need oversight.

There’s a glow in the argumentation seconds before it turns systemic.

I’m also a lefty deep in the battle between the sexes. The rich won.

What Went Wrong

When it comes to an early suburb, Maoism is never good enough.

This aside, those issues of ours are not specific to now.

Hand-me-down functions are jerry-rigged, “I want us to be in charge.” I am.

Seconds later you’re unsure where dick-brain ‘stands’ vis a vis the design industry.

It’s probably not false that it’s too obvious (as well), it tastes..

Ok an explosion directed the shots down his throat, the light in back..


The envoy lay toe-tagged in the I.C., an imitative sort, not

That we’re abstemious over disquiet when it’s cutthroat & officially sanctioned

Getting a pulse, fixed pupils, dilated. Don’t try this without the others.. who?

They want to be involved clanked again, going back for a time out of pocket.

The sine functions were ‘pontal,’ still rising from parterres & topiary snapped in place

Our place.

I love everyone in the world but 1)

to fuck someone as dumb as myself is a patent gateway
for dropping in programs for the hard living you purport
this evolution internal-memos, and yet I do not care

someone called, we had just a week to reply. 2)
A trip to bountiful is automatic for any who knew endless circumstance
is overdone: rinse off the parakeet-in-cage top knot 3) this dazzling

calm bright warm evening.. I have something new to show me.
The rules commit us, all this will be yours.
(The rules are too much in the back office

with everyday voices cooking. That is their cubicle.)
Again, we're on the lift gate for votes, finding a clean carpet
afflicts our schools in a curious trade of IQ conversions

(we thought you gave it up).

We are pretty much part of their special advertising.
In this light you don’t say.

I have a revised voice for moods and I’m holding to their path, rescuing no one. However soft or firm, the drills at the end of the continent put up more shelves. And now an aspect of our fiction is told/on. We have no perverse incentive to be mindless of taking chances, since we talked a lot thru moods, too much, and too often we drank to the madness of how angry they get and how it makes us crazy for the late poetry of X.

No futures present newer phenomena.

The chorus is plural on that or whether it’s the end of aging, but one is the moral shapes are out. More order in mayhem. Be with it.

X, that’s the turning point person we hold for show. You want me to reconcile the semiology? Type in “split to a pulp, elegantly disruptive.”

We can feel it, silver-blue lamé (void) but I wasn’t too sure (strangers like it this way) swallowing their methods

for now, months and years going up in ideology and any kind of style. Whatever futures is.

Un-manacled

But plots don’t belong here.
This is a model venture.

The antihero has amnesia. Hellfire, excrement,
up against mad socialists for 20 pages..

Fire away when I say go
find hell in what it is, no absurdity,

no time involving shades of gray.
We are in no position to say

how at a client’s urging you negotiate with principals to preview what the client gets. (The grays show up as rule breaking.) The white deal carries on. You black are shut down.

This is my conceptual of the former myspace. Copy that order requiring the fireman (Verizon) turn over customers’ logs.

I wouldn’t say “favorite.”

August

Volunteers wouldn’t sing a soft rock number called “Immersive creativity.” So, melancholy. But what could be simpler than watching you bathe

or anyone meditate

ow daybreak

dark on seraphic light.

More loiter with intent. Both smile, but neither laugh. They’re wearing harnesses with panoptic properties extending their blood-pull orbit toward other shoulders.

That’s verse one. We know.

What’s This Eyebrow To?

To ask fobs off the message. It’s his fault. That bright kid on the bicycle in a parking lot nowhere close. His fuzz still sudsy, only with strippers on the parallels so it can be substantiated. Too many soups?? A coping top can be spun after torpor clears the rind bored by epochs of parallel scenery: Eyebrows added up like socks or a rain dance to sit-downs and buffets outside the capitol. (2001)

Thanks for Once

Suddenly ten nots sit on my lap.
If you hide your ego it looks great. I’m saying no
with my eyes shut. All I needed to be back.

P.S. I use not as my pillow to quote myself
I’m my own climactic identity, as well..
You can take your helmut off if you like.

Silence pays. We’re both being blackmailed
over meditation spanning the surface, no
message. So there’s nothing to represent.

The will to quiet is the flip side of getting a ch-
amber piece to coast, to wave inaudible
signs for surplus as renewed power, when.

When I Was with You

I went sideswiping among maples & acer pines with no contrivance or opposition. My
role was to fill them in, lengthening their menace while coddling wetlands.

I call this a sex drive.

If I had foreground I’d subside in attrition, better to find & weed out caution. & if I had taken
notes I’d have a root to the scheme of “you,” “me” & any unclenched feelings we
had that I can’t pinpoint or supplicate.

The wetlands are working it through. Those words we had & didn’t have are consequences.
No milieu’s bad. Bad is good. Enmeshed values constitute what’s awake, empirical or not
it has something to do with the sound. It makes them crazy.

R.I.P., Walter De Maria

Sex is peroration. That’s a normal reduction or formula for my song.
The idea of muscle worship reminds me of hydrangea in labor (staging nightmares).

Thusly, as skeptics like us step over and above a shift in moan, we paste in genetic material.

This is how I reside within contingent values like ‘now available’ from a tray of boomerangs
that seem mostly tantalizing in the feasible, wanting nothing, just a tray holding
what go around & come around left to their own desires and systems.

Tomorrow can mete out facts to impel comfortable indeterminacy — for now

nimbus-wet telepaths rush themselves in devotion to their next decimal of the property. This may

be why we’ll read over the presentation, juggle a few heads

and let you know when.

The Metaphor Lattice at..

I manufacture flyweights. Learning and teaching I’m drunk on bounce.

A company like ours takes it inside the parturifacient facility.

I’m not demanding real savings where the legions of death sold out.

Smelling pablum, they met some firepower to prevent further questions. I was a devotee in the sprayed periphery, staying in balance inside a soft radical vapor of mnemonic bigness to blow chunks. Is that the word?

It’s with a baby girl appetite I held myself for conniving to carpet silence. I’m satisfied with my decision, since I’m a Buddha owner — it’s two-way to scale..

Recursions set in. I had no modesty issues, none detected, and fewer and fewer policy goals.

Soon we relaxed our balance to parry something or perhaps two small things that once were clear enough, but not now. We went into this. The 20-60 split seems marvelous at present.

The music pickles. I dreamt with you.

Chinese Landscape

There’s a state insect that was bullied by a beat with a big smile across your whole face, your four appendages gone wiggly.

Let me know if I’m too plotting-and-pacing for you.

Art is theft all right.

Contemporary argyle needsedit. Your face, the trains I ride, it’s all good (Talking casual takes directions.) a kind of equipage inherent in spice squads in the blahs of scenery.

Thirty years ago a spool of red tape (hyacinths) was said to have regenerated, feeling there’s a beginning, and there’s an end, don’t fix it.

For all appearances nothing lurid was due at signing. Luscious hills, gleaming grains. The American Songbook has feelings
that go monophone in uglified loveliness besieged by entertainment.

I did not see Harry Partch and his public are blotto-dreamy.
Now the jury has reached a blueprint to direct them in..

A tree in the wind.
How is it lit?

Tall with liquid arms;
another is hit and run

By a showdown at the riverbed..

I was saying endless tunnels, gadgets and impulse interconnect here while we wait.
My fingers board an immersive apparatus, some of it; it’s thumping on the screen / wall.

I did not know my capacity to recognize him in an infinite series
as the glow that’s cool and regular.

There are. There = are.

And your point? here’s where I come down on Floppy Bear to take a few moments.

I’m supposed to test ideas. I learned bad is to show up invisible
with another’s candor hand-stamped opening on night firelight
and ushered into little squares of hypnotic drumming..
Orange beans chomping at the breast —
reconnaissance, is that what you meant?

Children First

You translators are a close second.

You appear ordinary. This is about something else.

Then I repeated if I were you I’m with that for I should have

hemopxel in 14 countries.

The end is it continues

as clatter divvies up the ethnic accordion out of the rain above the lime stench from haze, round wedges shooting blanks! Horizon w/ rooms. Behaviorally this is falling parallel vistas.

I’ve been noticing this when the weather cooperates.

Never weep standing up , swamps in Japan are barricades

Software permeates philosophy. The brick housewarming ,

(blanched)

Curtains and all the movement inside where it’s filthy.

Let’s find something to agree on.

Opt is a suffix with capital.

Thank you for not murdering me.

It’s always funny, we move to the city, scripted by infantile alienation. There’s less to killing now. Young arrivals will be wandering into the new wrong play.

A killer needs a vertical monkey bar and libido time, a star range w/ plenty of blank tenderness to smolder in met colors and galvanized pastels.

Again. It’s not too late! Optimism pays.

Now open the curtains. Let’s steal the show.

Back I Said

Innocence concerns ethics. Bozo acts against his own interests.

Adoration has a poetic scent.

The wrong blockbuster, please, to the center of the plate.

Our reputations precede our character, the act of apprehension remains
differentially. Creature masks are a condition, it replies

Who will advocate for peace.

This prepares the manifold, earlier,
immaterial representations, the mounting system
centralized, well groomed as yoga for planets.

The earlier bonobos touched it and squirrels did their math
to empower the mergers and exchange. That’s part of what I believe,
for 3-D.

July all a..

A battle between two distinctions
over words bringing up no words
times two more of those brain-states of Asia,
incorrigible, is is. A marsh is now interesting
(and vitae), for the sea, nothing but applesauce and shellac,
the sea brought in without consent, the wolf of the pack
of subject matter. Let’s get back.

I’m thinking of a color — no name, no feel..

It’s a question of blood flow. There are no stages.

Do you know how many rabbits Revlon tapped?

I’m thinking of a movie, “Fat Asses.” Utter, pretentious torture..

Your product here, more preemptive than jr. kwon do

it’s directly oblique, pointedly

I love you escalated, united with everything no-count!

Formality, inadequate to reality, the banner

of cognition counter-stretched, on balance

running everywhere that’s off the — the first the —

and explaining an authentic vantage within sight

and miniature schemes, a whorl, colors of dusk

and wrestlers who portray border patrol..

The School of Nobody Loves You

Ticket holders rise to the occasion w/ pretty good probabilities, because they won the beginning

Tho a fun emphasis is more shaped by time while taking a dance step composed in unruly-bloodthirsty aplomb (to talk pre-theoretically)

That goes by & releases us into a state of brittle ignorance. Ignorance..

Also, after the show folded we were never serious. Toys were another good idea until we went broke. We were not the first not to do what we believed & hold on.

It would take the future to repeat just the beginning.

Imperialism

The last emperor had sex with multiple staffers. And.

We have one of the most advanced distribution systems.

Our virtual agents are crazy for the bigger paradigm to hijack lawmakers that make a mockery of their bodies. That’s like what it would be O you decimated, beaten but breathing of what’s to come next season.

Anyone can see that fat truncation is in question, both crusader and victim in the crossfire, that anything you answer will stomach the fair use doctrine or what age plays, but the resurgence is going to be an elaborate gerrymander where ambiguity vanishes a seeming long time.

Tense breaks, and the mutt of infancy regenerates, feeling there’s a beginning, and there’s an end, don’t fix it. Try to look better.

An aperture opened up and a lovable perspective is achieved. You disappear, and you have children and they disappear.

Snap

The happiness of one bright red chair with a table in one corner washes up in our DNA. Small islands serve as hideouts. You’ll need a new camping saw and hood scoop. And I’ll invade your space and just leave.

I am inoffensive, and most of the time my headlamp is on, but you know, what if it’s good we met..

How does it resume?

I overheard you say it’s unwrapped at the top with jaded lyrics. Go this way. It’s remarkably ambitious, it’s just off the boards, like when the water lilies kick off their work boots and women rule. Snipers crouch, the idea of Burberry’s.

Why rich or clear?

I wasn’t orphaned, I decided to pursue

business: insight by the numbers; that’s the hard part.


Mrs Meaty.. The oasis just passed, a brilliant life

of enough laughter impelling comfortable indeterminacy.

Given. Someday I will have a pomegranate thermostat.


It’s not torture unless it causes organ failure.

We shall read over the presentation, juggle a few heads

in panic, and the you know what are restless. Excellent.

Response to the Supremes Striking Down Section 4 of the Voting Rights Act

The art types you mention are old and that could be a problem if you shift from one prison part to another, like what I do, ultra altered..

as well as crack open alloys of function routing

levitating the landscape during the game renaissance. Had we been game for its premiere. So supply more, David, for historical justice.

Lefties are feeling cornered (not to say conned) by a milquetoast and a court that just doesn’t ‘get’ the left’s style. The government looks terrible. (from August 2009)

To save a life you can break the law to shoulder perfection.

Therein the last nonpoem eases on down the dress code, a bow tie that pays for itself. Context becomes the e.r. Something is definitely going on.

Like a race of giants, welcome to we’re not friends.

Not now. We are made up of pieces of one another in other names.

The brightness shunts the day the emotional exchange began, crested, and vanished like emissions administering the right thing to do, close to you.

Capacious, breathtaking anxiety, yup, refusal to arbitrate glamour, okay... I’m done.

I’ve waded out above my welcome, which was special. And behind stuff there’s an interaction lab as if meta-trigonometry were an essentialist’s incarnation..

Has gender identity hit a pothole? The Raven’s narrator asks. Am I in some experimental state of forgery? And how do I maintain the balance sheets and my resolute informality?

Life is short and drives you. Love and money go down together, yet our fortunes survive the rescue party.

When It Comes to Half-dog Leitmotifs

I can only take care of my misnomer, for voter registration.

Inattention to posturing belies underdevelopment. I’m a failure sometimes.

Freedom is personal. My supply chain is fatalism. I go for .. No, wait, here comes a big glob of bubble gum crashing down.

This was the night after the super moon — diodes in crimson, a soft spot for its cool success. The beach is magnified, ironically revived! losing track of good assets, one’s cognitive handbag, one’s climactic identity, as well as the roadside. To keep up we can’t find a compromise, just initiations in self-similarities. I’ve highlighted one in a box (moon-glob). A rolling bit of Apollonian familiarity unwrapped in aromas of polycarbonate like tall men in raining birdscapes. There’s this rule-of-thumb assortment with natural stenches, along with hidden dimensions in smells exploding while serving no one at Window 11.

The moon shining with its belle-lettriste metamorphosis in the street, damning loose ends everywhere giving wind sheer every opportunity..

I’ll let you out. In.

Vote often.

Sea Festivals

Before cymbals came up and the 1st song reached out, and long before verse gets parsed, there were snores of ancestors and their coughs and grunts crowding in together in caves. Back then the body taught itself speech with shrieks and groans to signal pain, humming to sign comprehension and varietals of cognition.

Teamwork. Our people are what make us great.

I’m out on a date with Mittens. I too go thru assembly.

The taking of whatever works to exchange the hand that feeds me.

My fiber is malnourished now thanks to wind of the locals.

Our sunset in coconut milk hurts according to slung allegory. So why does it get processed thru history?

Scruff breaks off to play Live Fire.

The sea festival pieces had long been sounded but were back dabbling in capitalist craftwork and, that’s if I hit what I feel crazy fancy, and headed for greatness in the morning. It’s different from the evening on and you hit back.

Along with you I’m sad about this being push-notified by memorized drill: pluralizing by the converted. We’ve turned into clients. Then came the filching of imitation in existence..

...We let you aggregate everything.. brief punches of text look great on the phone!

& visuals, production-geared and prosaic at base, that is, atheoretical, factual. Broken, misunderstood.

Down here we let this happen, instantly, phonemically.

Where the 舞踏 Were You

Trulia voices wake me up.
It’s too embarrassing

pulsing in is the deep mirror
a light snow performing butoh.

(Ethical and esthetic boundaries pertain.)

— I don’t want any fun
or to get to know you
ultra-excited to be enthused / am..

web-mincing a response
one thinks on the way to

— the oppressor in his plumage
(I was up in the house
— I saw his softening machine)

how many pounds in a week?

I was hit in the face when he turned on himself.
I knew I am unhappy and not —

A toe-tap to signal potential
Demon Puffs that you are not occupied,
that you are on their side in the I-Be area.

A head with no moving parts, transfixed silhouettes,
plight dwellers’ outlines — indexes to the gentle
varieties that keep steely details to a minimum.

Let’s leave.

I Can’t

Bad news, I was
struck by federal property. You know,
plagiarism in quotes.

It’s cold in one direction,
but metabolism really took off, along
with moving sticks from a huge transcript
for freezing hand shapes into claws.
3-D printing.

To conserve my dubs
of an alpine rant amid cool ceramic
sculpture, to conserve or not?

... it’s all kept grizzly right and left

clumsifying hours of letting be —

Am
sure you could tell.

We’re Not That Stupid

Damn, can’t complain, when your children
left we had chipmunk..

A crane and a white winged crossbill
went berserk. They’re wet bubbles as yes food.

We made contact for a time
inspired by sleeping w/ them

Whatever we thought about speaking,
it’s better than swelling

Watching you spin like sentience
“refined by distance” since this is the last of it.
We have no idea of here and now

And everything is the right answer
within the new priority (and it’s easy)
were we before all of this.

After mint, online somewhere.

Striped Volume

We had slowed down where they went,
Tides ago, twenty-eight seconds. Sea lions, quasi.

I don’t think we’re there yet.
The title matriculates into an argument, for

This is how Benji takes over, a full-time hobby.
A beach boy after 30.

It’s a happiness problem let go on a technicality,
The dichotomy produces a smooch-valid punch

Per a bantam partisan in uncalculated terror of
When he’s to face someone he loathes, or more

Hospitable, changing plans, ready to fall into a love-
Bracket toweling off in most-

Ly random swagger for the catch

Pointe Ball

Discovering a continent and sea slowly determined
Our team of trend-spotters that are debased.

So I can’t be Martin Sheen or Bashir.
Who’s ashamed what? the coach
Office had Box Seat written against it

Time to dys-ornament the scene,
We’re a dog person..

The inner exurb is that the house?

Dashing from the room is a bad deed (second from the left}
For undressed parts of monetizing : (we both hoped you had.) It

Leaves our chair jackets off here

Against the trees like flowers animals
Beyond the clouds quickly explored.

Vinyl Film Stairwell

Math] expresses everything. Seeds will be along in a mo ..

Coda’s a darting endnote on drums. & pity nowhere now w/
dark engendered power .. Cavaradossi!

I will get a spanking. Yes.

I’ll misfile my principles under stretch rigs, w/ others,
the higher ones, in baroque-neurotic drift put to sleep.

Any higher are not talking
There’s tighter discipline)

Then it’s said repetitive motion has gone too far blah
and some at all levels are enclosed,
climbing into casual spectacle, ritually putting
their lives together keeping something.

[Trained} staff encourages sampling
sharpened by social interaction.

That was the life of the party speaking. Highly attentive,
morally camouflaged.
None of the above.

You Reside in an Institute

Our boarding the T.. is it in memory or fear?
It’s a hypothetical of passively
putting you first, smaller than the original.

Aggressive government heals forgetting what’s less to happen
if citizens get to pay for their something. And blurring it reaches.

Boat the memo, commuting while being Derek Jeter.

Steering is good, home town prom night,
holiday windows : legacy dockers
become a voiceover.

Even still-life elements seem in honor
of the tourist book calling, Nothing is lost.

& there is the beauty of computer snowflake maidens
preparing for combat to make it happen.

Sonnet

I was never in 2 places enough to ask permission
(trying to please paid better)

so that got to you. The back strings of time-space shout some limit.

Got that myself.

Totally now a petting zoo cannot stand for practice —
not while the restless recover from numbness :
blessed are the thin angles of light made identical, emotionally,
extrapolated to driving that home. That’s the super-definition :

Vaccinated, merciless itch, what is the homeland we travel?
Passing thought immortalizes the X+one “casting
of cities” thinking past us. A true 2 years before
messing with you. Why did we wait?

I’ll Take My Clothes off

To smoke a keepsake(*) is
to drive recklessly.

We saved civilization for last.
Good start.

Grr, possibly ten people felt well enough
to change some hollow bluntness one got around them

: I mostly remember an atrium recruitment center far off across yours.
How was it elevated?

It’s where they conserve tongues.

And there was a streamline for famous pleasure, wooden enclosures, a caricature to you —
yeah yeah makes it cynical. Play hard, focus on th 2 computers —

The ___ say it’s mostly laid out, that means you in indecision (never cool)
off in medschool’s Watteau duets in the eco-imagined historic moment

(*)before the point

Prayer w/ Sen-sen

What’s the extent of driving off
in getaway hybrid, uberpower?

It could be a lunatic yarn to move around
northern flickers and masked ducks or.

Modulating the self comprises an apotheosis
according to the list. What is a replica?

I’m neutral re: dreaming w/out words,
types of daring and protection w/ no outreach.

“In each house he has a different
name.” Note to self, stop taking umbrage.

We came from coming back

running on a breathy cult classic by folk without a component,

listening and showing we are listening, one part

synergetic Weltliteratur that gives less weight to any fantasy,

another I guess is where we part ways.


You and I changed very slowly with a shower curtain,

in televised football. The management didn’t tell enough

raising our pulse rate. Or is it just to remind you?

An etude like celebrity.

Ancestors understood by these shelves we housesit,

the last thing said a guitar hero patched in, receiving resistance, creating busy, making chaos “work,” enacting a more cautionary life, absent trifles, his sobbing, one but all. He was unsuitable to fit,

The odd delay repeated.

The music took off about here. It looked wonderful along the quays with embarrassed breakpoints to the past, thinning out in the style of ending (Otto Dix).

You gave me your finger. Technically we’re not there.

It’s more your fanatical room named Defence of Ryme.

There’s that downsized color of litigants riding up lilacs, streaminglike vines..

You.. and I’m a habit of empire living under the motion furniture of one of each.


There’s a way we recover from this weather, musks in the field and so forth.

Thanks so much.

Also, there is a taxonomy of the overheated.

The last out-shipment was in vain and embarrassing. The bus door was gone. You could look right in. Suffering, complaining, two out of two observers were cut off. Their surnames are, oh forget it, huh? randomly conjoined.

You see our new brands have legendary roots, cleansed of terror. I was thinking there’s a list of field after field training listeners for Schubert, lecturers, saboteurs of the heart.

Fall back and breathe while your rescuers get authenticated. That’s when brush fires walk in, celebrity temps as in love. (We are the leatherheads you come to bury.)

Breathe, kick, push kick, five ..

It’s about letting go and you’re taking me out of context

corner opening for a split personality, monotony falling away,
overbalanced, rolling into a conference =
having few doubts about crash test results,
the sharp melting into the swimming ..

You actually drain me

                                     (Maybe it was perfect to begin
with also, you see and amnesia.)

innocent on a wet highway, casually substituted

                                     (Even an outrage is on egg
timers, since lights are out in other corners.).

This would do over a lifeguard’s concentration for one of our vulnerable technical observers, a comrade of detection racing as horses race.

And how the fuck does he get to be five years younger?

Once there was a C-class ..

His wallpaper says supersonic cheese flight,

formalist as ping-pong in a less public space (or thaw).

Maybe, it’s light-adapted reconnaissance or maybe,

“A guitar hero supported us during custody.”

For the tap maker thinking of you still, the right

accommodations are key, adapting to a new

empirical, a clueless passage to the frigid Aegean

Plate starting to move southwest. There’s so much history

& sensory awareness, the chosen medium,

yet his language is set on a new war cry, plain

holy shit!

w/ a headless figure hammering out Bo Diddley protection.

Flowers in the twenty-first century are poisoned by design, going on adrenaline, dads
and daughters in search and rescue to catch the exception without a low.

Sap is flowing top speed. The logs are
de-centered.

I have never seen Zac Efron’s ass so I couldn’t tell you.

Panning back to lend bulk.

There’s a duet of smooth talk to tamper with, up to the minute
reporting.

Reluctance grew or was it growing only two-dimensionally
educated ?

That’s her wallpaper.

We should care, proverbially. But no. No use.

There are Gatsbys out there, not all are comedians but many are.


Once in our republic of overnights

leaning, used to be a democrat. We left our

gloves, egressing, achieving very little with our price intact,

noting the pride in our measure to

— section our moves and our engagements

— to go over, mix more with census guys,

have cashiers as pets, it’s called freedom of worship.


We are feeling today fallen in line.


And this is how the fern becomes a wealthy intrusion,

the butt dialed aura for groan events and fuzzed balances;

claimant of the photogenic vitamin to stop the bleeding

is not a sentence, lacking meaning, useless settling in

in a way, a raincoat mood, one’s thank you for pastimes

as warm as visual partnerships queued up for the motorcade.

So you get it now, assigning you to us to go cathartic

is a no as is starting to unlace the sections about dualism

in a finger painting where we get dressed for the weekend.

Sonnet

Are you an organized subscriber to elaborated code?
no surprise, you’re house is built on an ancient burial ground.
Milk? Ho are you husband.

Bystanders are covered with a silly season wily and glamorously superficial,
just what we reject or recoil from, summoning logical defenses to explain why
every gravey / ard moos like a doggy.

There were more debris balls so we ordered temporal zones of grace,
a dozen now in your hands, with our desert agenda afire above
stretching its vitals which are later yours. We have other ideas.

The limitless, with its winners and losers, is a humanist game, after
all, subject to emotional habits when we’re together apart. To look is also

(we note now at the end for physics-oblivion)
to be seen. It’s awesome the aggressive are still on top of the old revolution
that was a hail mary.

Finish That Tho

The underground = career trajectories. Preparing is special. Many will come. What sounds lunatic? It’s impossible to separate the churned out understatement from the performance;

both are adolescent in the good sense, pitch.

So that’s how the cave felt.

Next, a cool one advanced by textuality. Minimalist and.

To burn out your swing try knowing you live on

meeting death half-way hapless (and deceitful),
sensing value is contingent, partly it’s insight,
partly not.

Hey, someone cut the grass, that green, wettish smell is everywhere. Hay. Optimism.

Let’s dump her in the rearview, a blur of a town, a double bang of footholds in dizzy luxury, punching thru colorless straws and spheres. She’s savoring the punishment. Optimism doesn’t care, looking to everything that’s snowed over by trivia thru our addiction to wanting. It’s like getting tattooed with visceral consequence.

That she had perfected this freebase of abstraction warranted us to make caring up, like stick figures and collision cases in a dominant culture. (This is her first attempt at working in three dimensions.)

Tribal identity or trance? What will matter is how to find and / or place each dimension. One will be classified by her evolutionary adaptation passed on to descendants. The field for evolution has been one’s work multiplied by preferences, vapor. The work includes more than these contributing bits, but one’s words make everything she does her composition, her part of the work;

Taylor Mead, R.I.P.

I Came for the Invoices

Ever notice? We’re not alive in our century. Our nerve is infused with regulatory propriety until it becomes a dance to guilt to found paradox.

Name a landscape and you give birth, rename it and you bestow to it an ecology of resonance and history.

And here the body politic questions boundaries and syntax, hooked on wistful exposition.

We’ve heard enough. The black president dancing with a lesbian is deemed provocative. Teens shave whenever. It’s a lighter time. Yet the governor selected Oceans 14 analysts in terms of “minimal dark gender-driven counterinterventions” or “exciting post-disproportion” or “the dark valley of statistical tempests and tarnished ancestry”; any one of these features bunched w/ abasing trends, cloud atlases; everyone holding magnetized, spinning, blasting nearby with cranberry force!

We cannot mean erasure remember.

Half-vegetarian, the self-colliding fog drank only the discounted, treasured demographics for smoke-free energy.

This is strictly the governor’s business.

Boiling angry sad practice together.

Whatever symphonic latitude is hand lettered; this is guaranteed
so time is disguised as an inner harbor monument to cut the glare from
coastal space.

She doesn’t know we’re looking.

She’s slowed us down a rose to furnace the pace

a full position in another trace or matter;

springs mutate so much the dark must be the opposite of done.

Sonnet

We’re not all to blame for oral guitar on the installment plan

followed by fact-checkers. The aim,
variety and perspective have

changes — this will only take hours
since it’s pleached with evergreens’ ruined parity, ‘
bacon of light & ballet out of the hat..
’

..unending strokes , brightness and bite
a raindrop across the street from the perfect beach
— one would kill to be part of this to work, ready to go

get’em —.

          That night they enter, have been with us
it’s amazing how “they simply pass”
as within / if a mockumentary for this is
their overreach.

A kind of future in every direction
for the walking strong can accelerate,
ruthless in no sense, the umteenth layer set in legal
proceedings over a bust of twist ties (tough
just got better) —

That’s nice dear.

...a thought this week is
switching gears from undertaking,
putting a trampoline in half the sky
so Sununu is a teddy bear lined with biosensors

— it was just the snap of a smartphone all right,
though it was not translated right;

I hear there’s more solid drama down the hall
a binary fission when you’re expecting
rudeness, so we’re attentive bound for well armed
crazy good disturbance
ish withou

May 6 and 3 combine in that order, 6 and 3.
That’s a reply more or less

(There is no space return to — Savoj Žižek,

to the smartness downstream, the quirks, hummers.
The invite is out there, according to Greenwald,

“The clear light looks on...”)

You decide about the boyfriend’s audible glee, clapping, etc. in the background.
Let’s adore a good deal more while putting out the details.

Sometimes a partner can be deliberately and aggravatingly passive-aggressive.
I’m kidding. I’m being sarcastic

there’s geomancy to being perennially other and oppressed,
the oppressed by what I change when or where I am free

on the outside, in a place of earned vision and natural voice while a bouquet smolders
w/ the emancipatory normality of alien dominance to attain evolutionary altruism.

Oppression of that

if I make a judgment about it, then it will lead to his anger and resentment:

Those who still insist on fighting state power, let alone directly taking it over, are
immediately accused of being stuck in the ‘old paradigm’: the task today is to resist state power
by withdrawing from its scope, subtracting oneself from it, creating new spaces outside its
control.

— Savoj Žižek

Anyone holding the mortgage will die.
I’ve been with BP for twenty-four years.

This is not how an escalator aches —
you apply stimulus until it doesn’t look ugly.

What goes with Land o’ Black Rock?

A naked person is bigger than that. He was 11 when he got
a job at the pizzeria-acting sweatshop,
a distinctively Californian combo, on Setting Boulevard.

Mortal Keanu Reeves is not reckless, iniquitous, or anatomically complex,
though monotone to the gills like a slower yet more self-subtracted Rod Serling
in knock-off Prada, distorting the status-quo on our otherworldly streets.

“Where are we going?” This or that way. I guess so. Not particularly.
Earth therein leaves an imprint: Devoid of message, nonviolent like us tho
smacked down by a tendentious, retroactively inarticulate coordinate — Keanu

66 Days

We’ve heard of mezzo motivation. You’re supposed to put your fingers on things.
Doing the honors is separate so not particularly grandiose
in a climate of lonely opinions / expectations that we satisfy motherfuckin sopped.

My other car is a broom.

Everything has three parts. Pieces whose lengths alternate between eight lines, like here,
snaking around Best Buy, ‘our entire cultural orientation
is on its heels’?

A saxophone, ice cream and you may figure prominently.

To cheat the fates dawn marries your projectile. Welcome back.

A civil union totally crosses the line yet
the first kitchen is chemistry, the Oxfam of self-doubt.
This calm never gets resolved. Every traceable minute

I’m a muppet and a marine, loving you for charity we overlooked,
reigning over Proustian triggers, cost curves, etc. Makes us feel at home.

“Punched in the face. Mugged. Knives. Guns,” he said

(shiny in the rain)

— he took a last look around before hopping back into the Lexus
(with self-drying brakes) to get back to the jet,

‘In a way’,” he said, “‘nothing kind of saved me from the worldless’.”

He made note of the burnt-out McDonald’s the one his father, Raffaele,
used to forbid him to set foot in before he finished his doughnut pillows.

Or “how can I pursue this friggin argot of ours along
with do all of this in a way that doesn’t reach just boys or maybe they’re girls
but thousands addicted by watching him stumble, lose it, and fall apart on tv?”

That our bacchanalia is nonfiction was slotted in. I think I love the all-purpose
one. It’s a nuance all right. “Or it’s nowhere?”

Any answer and the question carry a distinct echo of advertising and therapy.
“Well,” he said, “there’s been lots of therapy.”

Just “the things I feel for you day in and day out” drive me crazy.

Yeah the diction. She wan’t oin to lt he peronaity
out here, the he’s such a bone, always been

(call a timeout) bound for the pure density of
readers and critics equipped to reorganize this

and redefine: Except that didn’t.. — not, at least,
if you’re talking about the way Audemars does
in the tight chinos fighting off the taller, wealthy kids,
only now they are

forsaken, “He’s given away everything that he’s good at
for some things that he’s not good at.

And that makes me really sad,
because he’s such a phony bastard.”

O ye gods = inside voices and homeless autosuggestion
testifying for the hybrids and standard-bearers

climbing in the mist, pointing to the blight of the neighborhood
and placing bets..

a secret gift made this a better world with a whole splash
of delivered goods on my undershirt,

a hazardous exemption, site of the Cyclop’s smithy
& Margaret with the brains to have a handbag

Later was too late in your head —
what part of California did you

(worldwide phrasing)

your
exemptions are commendable.

“Exactly,” and in that miracle voice Geigy
corks up to enchain, knife and subdue.

That’s before I thought about the white fragrance,
watching my breath. Let’s try it again

without its always fearing contact.

Whereness
on the tongue, the tip. The perfunctory receding plane

stranded ideas wanting out,
taking no step at all

later.

For the last
doomsday, veils,

desserts, all sorts of stuff
rd were all over thus.

It was hazardous
sharing that info, seeing thru

— you mentioned blurring out
of the batteries involved in a

something
— we hadn’t had any idea

a few months ago, and now
common that was, looser; &

can we restart
where the voice flies in

fear you have been
destroyed; & despite

pleas you wanted to get to
this point, stabilizing a department over the ocean —
who matters most? who you

eye for the race to phrase a
triage; who?

= spooky
once Wall-E and Eve lift of,f

a show of hands checked by
our private desires in animation.

O brotherly daughter, Jerry Lewis was real and terrifying.

Fla, fla in response to evil is not the fuck knee I was thinking of.

We’re off the island.

A wormhole is less sensitive to oblivion than

nonconformity of the whole had been.

It’s best then to pretend Steal Princess does not exist.

I am a traits leader whose existence precedes essence, thanks to hands-on literary studies.

I run to the nearest bathroom and flush the toilet once Lupin the Third starts. This reduces the amount of airtime the video has to stink up the place. I told you our fingerprints are off a center requiring teethmarks, restricted to a world without suffering that can’t exist. (Thanks, guys.) For now I'll follow you to the before & after boutique.

A college like ____ has become a fashion wife swap.

I have nothing to add to that. Our rooms are full with acceptance of our morose office. It’s even sadder to think this becomes relevant.

Warning, warning this is a devotion.

We are all theologians now. It started when a luminous protein invested with confidence.

Walk it off. Garish tulip brocaded with energy. You are man-y crisp, a color too orange for anything that can happen if you try to pretend you care. It’s not simple but very fluid how you kill fidelity like mine.

There is no rest for the annoyer. Elmo has been stripped of his exaggerated status and worth.

Question.

Tv contests a thousand bees stinging my feet

— we polished the text and handed it in.

We chose photographs for the branch along a shuttered residence,
ambassadresses in the gag foreground. We coax them to come across,
waiting to keep up.

Voyou, le 23 décembre, 0910

Jimmie voit char, déraille Fenton & Jennings Olives

Jimmie beholds char, derails Fenton & Jennings Olives

Camps. Dupont Julio.

Take an interest in opulence & stratagems bequeathing our
ing great! Those brands are awesome announcing oops, they’re
digging in bins.

I watched your dreams.

A bite to eat. Even a tremor of you goes around in concepts, calling
your egalitarian bluff. Where in your collusion does it say
a smirk presses on — mass culture
destroyed, sundial-changing sex?

It’s always smart and dumb modulated, coming out to play, sampling
the masked hostility and indecisiveness of the national honor
and backing it up with inexact and multiplying sounds
from what we were doing before updates [give me a second..] took hold,
instantly recognized as identity.

Identity and hardened m.o.’s from silences, retakes,
and feral scents of feeling cornered in a soulless piano lesson.

(I forgot to send this.)

Puppies after puppy, Halloween restores my faith by touching my two
elbows behind my back on a breather

escalating disappearances [Poem with Hannah]

where any guess takes motion outside the house

making what’s whence not appear
along with any clouds in it the last day we ate. Together

then they subside again, turning bright green and beyond, flunked by the machine, uncontrolled —

the mind is Switzerland, ok? Eyes belong to everyone, leave now.

The answer is twofold.

Question. Lorre to Dietrich, ‘In this one there’s .. different flavors, pots, sets, syrup-simple to complex, some devolve in brawls and randomness, others, chaos, not mentioning initiations in self-alloys, call them alloys of function routing. We’ve highlighted one in this box or surfboard. (There’s a coincidence. And there’s a rule-of-thumb levitating the landscape, ultra altered.)

I’ll let you out.’

Paul Broadnax & sidemen, pancakes &;
we’re surprised you took us here.

We’re ordinarily against against..
it’s called a change of heart.

Fate shouldn’t adapt what’s spindly or bang it home.

Instincts are mostly buried under cement, sunk
talking to each other, eh?
                                       They’re hard
to get out of the valise (you removed the tongue).

Something to stop the snowman mid-grin.

You can’t say I pushed you out willingly (nurture, nature, frantic relaxation).

The fit was good. I noticed you work under me to make your poise smoke
its own lemon and cloves.

Call a time-out a makeshift breaking point, outside the boundaries of contact.
The restriction (lifted) aches.

We need smarter drywall too, to excite ferns and moss growing
a contour beeped forward w/ the put you place on the table.

Wanting you (I do) not out of quantitative easing began how far
you liberate yourself to oppose other facts.

The active ingredients are / have a profane vocabulary
and have nothing to wear tonight.

Your nose looks finished beneath the stopper.
Up, shiny, imperfect, not held in place —

nothing you know is like these long prison phials
of sulfuric fern, Fougères, the Germans say, watched out

by um pirates. What’s significant, half an hour
later is that painful moments were over, we realized.

Later we went to the movies. I was wearing the shorter
spring outfit again. I got it down in a nickel hotel.

Got up, and headed for the bus terminal,
an installation in perfect solitude;

breakfast at Starbucks and we were off, wandering
downtown; brushed our teeth and headed to the other airport;

problem being, we were playing golf later that day and had blue jeans on,
so we forget

these events seem headstrong, immersed watching the light, I know you;
I cleaned up, got off and Judith and me left for the bus terminal

(by the way, I got up as usual, exercised, waved to everybody and got dressed)
a botched, knife-in-the-back celebration over adding the bill up, up.

I should take myself down and stay far away,
leave the top 2 buttons undone, crabbed, about to fail.

Conversely, you hate me. It’s true I was in the money issue,
only I’m pandering, too pointed or sustained? I’m

not great at due diligence; it’s entirely for deception I spy
— gosh the population for ears could form into cozy motels

we have it on the double to browse,
be kind, hungry in

these ways compile — they’re up front, filling, easing
Schubert playing for a boucle, puffy, relaxed w/
gratitude if there’s a force of flight, bad-ass DNA

to outtake things as ample, an everybody sets the control
perplexed movement. A class struggle to remember all
voices were Mel Blanc thinking he's not real.

It dawns on me I am covered
with bacon reform

v. not saying anything that’s ro-
just daring a first drag

to feel some with no idea
lled into burbles,

wearing his reflection admit it
encircle your face

make a bleed insert on the dummy
with all components

now in place a
lorem ipsum dolor sit

is taken of the whole
before it’s pasted onward

offhand.. rather like a jigsaw
that gets solved

for vast atmospheres
dissipated, adverse to

reductive elegant parity
with something to read.

Tomorrow for the dark, the lilac-dark
it’s utterly dormant & bigger

— I’m probably not taking it all
on for the kettle of urgency that is.

Give in, move it. What’s the x we talk about?
Shifting x and ugly is better than dying of laughter
only once, some form of home correspondence

When blood type was fresh in this place, no
intellectual Red (Perseus) v. visceral radiation (his bro).
Falsehood is an actuarial stat, one anto

-nyms assimilate since you haven’t said anything
to the workers wearing that reflection, giving
in, doing nothing with shades of March on your face.

You don’t even have to be interesting.

That doesn’t sound right.

Always buy what appeals to you.

I’m captioning this box Token Austerity, sleep-laden, neatly eating dog food.

Counterfeiting is more profitable than deep discounts.

We need to see everything before it’s retouched out.

Our vision said Partisan Tactics.

This is a new policy to block deletions that are missing.

A painter at noon, “Purple black teal
it gets exaggerated, the marsh
— they have many words for it was
god’s idea placed in my mini series,

The century we’re in control in
ruined by a few words,
the sounding-it-out tools.
Never enough rest or exercise...

This looks stupid. Start over.
Whom will you discover?
Did he check the oil? Abruptly
per the Chronicles of

Very good. Very goo.
I mean knocking the nonprofessionals
off, throwing knives, wrecking them
from the inside, slicing up!

The mind’s breathing is long overdue.
And I’m back in my vertigo seat, now
reading and writing without an attorney.
That’s how the paint sails.”

First I spoke Marxian argot, fighting amid effluvia
yet w/ quadratic status, a friend’s tongue in my ear
& all the bobwhites in the Appalachia hush... off

we enjoined getaways & then — second — noise
of collared hospitality, greening where Hellenic
banter might calm the tax credit havoc.

                                           Third, I’m
worshiping a Shrek glass while service precincts
look to ruses here with a hen of steam, as verdicts
are trifles beyond Krishna’s achieving reproduction,
the bliss of

everything belongs. The rest is stress related.
Still

how can it be effortless if I tell you what I’m doing?

There’s a piece of karate with top notes to erase,
there’s something else fantastic, piquant, active. Your
push reaches a point at which time management is unleashed.

But I’m just commenting

on efficacy in speaking clearly, gesturing, knitting a brow;
I’m happiest when stairwells mesh to go nowhere,
                     tiny, hidden wriggling strings
between you and expulsion as a hole is closed. Turn here.

As one voter you fail to mushroom, ignored. But we’re hellbent in two, three, more discovering wisdom on human terms. So we need oversight.

There’s a glow in the argumentation, like before an avalanche. Or, in other words, the powder is wintry but fun and explosive. Like a snow machine.

I’m also a leftist deep in my head in the battle between the sexes? The rich won.

One year, twenty-three hours ago my ideas took time. Dozens of spices. A mind occupied, just so.

Am I in some experimental state of forgery? No, I live in a red state. & how do I maintain the balance sheets, my resolute informality?

It’s another day of no hope. Almost the same as hopeless, yet different, jokes turn into sleep. & it’s dreams that forgive me for almost everything but paranoia’s belated redemption, trapping me inside a force field of ambitions to blur what’s real and yield authority.

I talk thus in a low register. To get inside you my face sports a few layers of sleep relief, aching in baby, calmly accruing intimacy to belie despair over entropy, a quiet start, zero gravity.

So there’s no dead end!

First create a gap then put up a bridge to connect employees to each other,
movement you can chant — they’re doing it openly in a pillar of Nicocrettes.

The shouts of disbelief are strung together to be more fluid.
Same is true when it comes to airline safety, there is no plan.

Our guardians are tired of interruptions and self-reflective outreach,
hence the corporation is lonely as an inter-discipline that threatens.

Solitude, confidences, you’ll learn times in the day, the plays and the jungle of paradigms, such
that it’s useful to be in radiant short sleeves and white thong.

Wag the dog represents whatnot we give thanks for, a seduction of industry,
a sort river string quartets multiply because I am a pig like simultaneity in science fiction

Or maybe not. I keep up with engineered management to float like hydrangea in labor
(staging nightmares) — in labor we chose our parents; this is a tenet of Hindu verse.

It’s with the other tenet I hold you, Caesar, for conniving to carpet silence.

From The Book of Resonating

If you feel like sex, be sure to wake me up.

I should be collaborating, writing this down.

Government dotted with its joke mirrored hot pants.

Today's highlight from D.C.’s escorts: “You can change yourself into infinity, but still get the changes to the location from where you left...” That feels clear.

Perhaps my escort suffers like me from shaving in a symbolic realm.

Again, I’m doing an accordion fold, an étude-incarnation about the plu-construction of sensibility. The plot concerns D and D-2 who meet younger D-3 with a vinyl sleeve up his private place. I’m just using this idea as a springboard to bring the étude to mystical symbolism within a rational theme of imprecise turmoil, recycling once or twice. We witness destruction of a blues pub and its improvised scaffolding, disintegrating like runic practices, flung-out interiors silhouetted in acrylic behind projections of glass screening the ‘official’ episode. However I believe we’re past the middle and nearing the end of that theme; now it’s a higher number with incidents of homesickness without inebriation, long division, complex facticity that wounds tear open and heal slowly for enduring pain and disappointment and failure, climbing uphill and sliding back down just before turning 17, biting down, gritting my teeth, growing up a little, suffering a little moving in with my parents because they like me... I just don’t worry: It’s my best urban work, a tight 100 hours of narrative casually parading as self-help boilerplate turning in polyphonic leitmotifs. It’s on an uncapped Godzillian scale, reflecting what happens when melt re-ices, raising sea levels. Just hope I have the backbone. My greatest fear is going deeper into my inner trippy, conceptual junk — I’d be dragging a palm frond around at four a.m. That would kill my parents.

Add but an eyeblush of exposed material & this seems a desperate measure, and it is, in reckless hands, yet for a silent partner like you there’s depth to surface and un-despairing perceptions of what won’t be contained. If you’re the anamorphic type, you can pick a spot in informatics and be seen as well as seem on top, breathing life, o Swami, nothing to curate nor disbelieve.

D is still a little wiped. So is D-2. D-3 is frowning, ready to be seen. D-2 is blabbing. D is a little fucked up too. “Just starting one.” “Cool.” The thing is not to get fucked up too often.

When it comes to a former suburb, it’s never good enough.

This aside, those issues of yours are not a specific program.

Hand-me-down color had risen to his cheeks. “I want us to be in charge.” I am,

Having at such big, elusive ideas comes for a moment. I stared at the door.

Seconds later I was unsure where dick-brain ‘stands’ vis a vis avantism.

It’s probably not false that did. It’s too obvious (as well), it tastes used basketball

Ok an explosion directed the shots down my throat, the light in back..


The envoy feels like an imitative sort, toe-tagged in the emergency room, not

That we’re abstemious over disquiet when cutthroat & officially sanctioned conjecture

Getting a pulse, fixed pupils, dilated. Don’t try this without the others who?

They want to be involved clanked again, ovulating out of pocket.

The sine functions were ‘pontal,’ still rising from parterres & topiary snapped in place.

To continue, asymmetry solves the perfection problem, not remorse. To think I got to know Myrtel Hammer who highlights me among others.

Others include us without parole, draped over a bowl of smashed heads and hooks.

They were a boring couple. Is one related? The too-serious topical regard for perfect categories is working backwards from walking out to compete with myself. Oneself

but there was a separation had that been allowed at age six, a caution.

Read the inspection label.

Snow lists a mood replaced as the driveway met you. You’ll always be daddy’s inside, animals looking at you.

You don't get to snooze

Snow is a collective that takes its singular form learning to drive.

Substitute snow falls like sea foam over snow.

So that’s craftmatic. Especially if snow sees itself a Marat procedural that does it and is done in by it.

A flea say had mamma-ed my speech with a signal emanated.

There's good news at the pump.

Sonnet to the people at Boeing, since the poor make us sick — stuck
learning the plain facts by heart in capsule surveys

: the pace is noncommittal (not nothing) if you don’t inhabit what you’re saying, shhhh ...
Yes, fool, you sick typist - bobbling,

Learning about how to learn are cool (& fatuous) even if officialdom
germinates when we begin to step away from them.

We have to trust you on these matters. One apiece.

We’ll provide all the hip jargon on screen. And when you come to a three-syllable you don’t recognize,
you can just look down and see its one-syllable disentanglement.

I’m no model, I just look like one. (Helen Vendler)

As we advance, there are four thousand voice-to-gifs with references from which to
plagiarize a response, while the materials become more complex, building on what’s been said

yielding fast access to the obscure but highest table with sof’ freaks — handsome,
sniffed all over, never complicated, staring down our bitewing. Ask your financial professional.

To an Ex-Pope

You didn’t have to what the hell-?

Is it its gaze or its maleness?

The more you put your finger on it

it’s re-reading you, I sense loose projectiles “got thrown” into doo (implicative space),

a retrospective you and I may now never attain.

So you never know there’s an animal that needs you.

And I should know.

Someday the male coloration returns as a she-container with tinctures or inaudible signs from a long history
of decision making, preparing us for more adhesive behavior, more speech and extra sensory anger.

It’s a speaking animal that needs you, remember — and

Time’s up.

What’s my business? The apertures told me to go, and that led to me holding

And these are the volatility models from T.V., vocalism in a sense.

Hidden risks shift weight (merge accounts request)

CVS photo counter. I know him, he knows me, I admire him, he back.

Instructions are errands, the fake story in English I never tell v. real fake.

So much like the naked around Queen Antoinette’s. They were textually modern, respectable Europeans: They
undressed for success, but also survival. They avoided bosses and careers that were intellectually focused, peering
back and soaking up the city among savages of their own designs.

I’m my own boss.

The flamenco troupe apologized. Horizon I wasn’t sure, darts of light & algorithm that solve you and me for x
when we let them.

Own a tuxedo.

The subtracted j-walkers return with renditions of zealous counterculture.
I’m thinking of someone’s head, until my spinal column heats up, thinking of you.

Big and floating a beautiful menace driving over from an outer trail.

I’ve been noticing your whisper when the weather cooperates round our wrists.

Let’s file this down.


You’re a Mets fan who’s happy somehow scraping by,

from there I can move forward and back to connect the times with the ideas and people that

encompass my naïve expertise.

It’s nothing personal.


What’s progress? Your name, weeks after.

I can’t live without it (it = a ticking whirlpool).

I’m a novice enthusiast. (Didn’t know I was a total surprise.)


I’m sipping Tropicana on your behalf.

Taken to the streets. Walking in sheer.

Hustling all the time, awesome!

Tomorrow I’ll file again thinking about those I forgot to lose.