Hands up.
On the corner of statue and the outer cape, there’s
a beyond just passed an easy show of hands
beyond orgasm overdue an hour ago (one mild altercation took it
into a shade of de-constraining tease).
A heyday of hands. (If you seek it.)
4/30/18
I go for the moody and unexpected.
The color of the spine goes ultimate, high and below, unlikely yet
I put my name in. Am I fit for the scenario? Are you and I? I ran out of balls rating you. I found so much of what you say emancipating, but the data are hardly unadulterated. You’re driving me nuts.
The color of the spine goes ultimate, high and below, unlikely yet
I put my name in. Am I fit for the scenario? Are you and I? I ran out of balls rating you. I found so much of what you say emancipating, but the data are hardly unadulterated. You’re driving me nuts.
There is no name then it’s absence and torment. His life is built around sane choices w/ a sense of a person, even though in a few seconds, I’m in memory * of that person to come. Haw.
That a fact?
Some don’t hear clearly when one’s own “voice” joins others’ to deepen ultimately anonymous expressions of desire. * The memory part is without forests or it’s forests with no memory, mostly vice versa.
That a fact?
Some don’t hear clearly when one’s own “voice” joins others’ to deepen ultimately anonymous expressions of desire. * The memory part is without forests or it’s forests with no memory, mostly vice versa.
39: Sing how in your absence, thoughts on love hint of torment. Separation seemed brilliant manners far back, before today. Thought of that now is oblique, divided but pointedly, singly alive.
One difference, then, sing: you are the better part of me that changes — I’ll praise you while praising him.
Even divided we prove we’re the same. We live to entertain thinking of love at times. Yet even this is separation. I dream w/ you.. as you sing.
One difference, then, sing: you are the better part of me that changes — I’ll praise you while praising him.
Even divided we prove we’re the same. We live to entertain thinking of love at times. Yet even this is separation. I dream w/ you.. as you sing.
Ode to love:
I wish you had taken that job singing of thingness. You there?
All financial doubts are overcome.
Even so, if you could eat only one food for life, what sad unrest would you take up? “Take notes,” you recalled. You were holding back first throbs as we forced extra fonts from your abdomen. Then our fears increased. Mist in pockets.
I miss the walled city where an operator like him looks up when you arrive at this next step. . .
Try to remain calm. I’m going to talk you down. The place is improper.
We’ll take the stairs; the elevators refuse to go with asterisks in them, friends of friends.
(Ok, you there? Bye.)
I wish you had taken that job singing of thingness. You there?
All financial doubts are overcome.
Even so, if you could eat only one food for life, what sad unrest would you take up? “Take notes,” you recalled. You were holding back first throbs as we forced extra fonts from your abdomen. Then our fears increased. Mist in pockets.
I miss the walled city where an operator like him looks up when you arrive at this next step. . .
Try to remain calm. I’m going to talk you down. The place is improper.
We’ll take the stairs; the elevators refuse to go with asterisks in them, friends of friends.
(Ok, you there? Bye.)
Nobody trusts perception, eh?
Tho the moral base is as gnarly as helicopters in spin, any panorama you enjoy leads to ‘representative fantasy’ or real facsimiles apposite the perceived, blocking open
view, requiring accommodation to time squeezes that appear on purpose, tho cyclical,
‘unlovable’ (according to Wilhelm and Baynes). Yet conflict tho evil lends focus to self regard
and moving on, moving collegially. This is the potential utility of bachelorhood.
Tho the moral base is as gnarly as helicopters in spin, any panorama you enjoy leads to ‘representative fantasy’ or real facsimiles apposite the perceived, blocking open
view, requiring accommodation to time squeezes that appear on purpose, tho cyclical,
‘unlovable’ (according to Wilhelm and Baynes). Yet conflict tho evil lends focus to self regard
and moving on, moving collegially. This is the potential utility of bachelorhood.
4/29/18
Diva writes,
My leaving office is double edged as I am prone to off-center my impenitence about ‘the what’ we don’t get, the known limits to affirm any retraction, winding into a reliance on hard work, pleasures, plans, and this most generalized — one shoulder hitched higher, set to name names but allegorizing ‘the what’ — it happens.
It’s nothing personal.
My leaving office is double edged as I am prone to off-center my impenitence about ‘the what’ we don’t get, the known limits to affirm any retraction, winding into a reliance on hard work, pleasures, plans, and this most generalized — one shoulder hitched higher, set to name names but allegorizing ‘the what’ — it happens.
It’s nothing personal.
21: This is a loose translation, drawing on your love. So it’s not about me but my verse muse. You planted yourself here with sun and moon.
I’m writing, stirred by such purpose and huge beauty —
I’m writing in love hemmed in April’s first-born flowers, rich gems, rarer hearsy to compose from — a retrieval search with gold candles fixed in air! There are no comparisons to how you and I write together and then believe I’m in love with you..
I’m writing, stirred by such purpose and huge beauty —
I’m writing in love hemmed in April’s first-born flowers, rich gems, rarer hearsy to compose from — a retrieval search with gold candles fixed in air! There are no comparisons to how you and I write together and then believe I’m in love with you..
I go for the moody and unexpected.
The color of the spine goes ultimate, high and below, unlikely yet
I put my name in. Am I fit for the scenario? Are you and I? I ran out of balls rating you. I found so much of what you say emancipating, but the data are hardly unadulterated. You’re driving me nuts.
The color of the spine goes ultimate, high and below, unlikely yet
I put my name in. Am I fit for the scenario? Are you and I? I ran out of balls rating you. I found so much of what you say emancipating, but the data are hardly unadulterated. You’re driving me nuts.
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4/28/18
The times call for action.
Not
Caliginous faces, doubts, pleasantly high alerts.
No tedious script but liberation in horror!
We heard from the ‘producer’ under his own rubric
that I guess is also an icon of his intentions.
And yet stuck at this end I’d settle for a shorter story
or a preface to a cookbook. Staying within lines.
We’re feeling besieged, a little called out
in his meaning of no revolution now.
Not
Caliginous faces, doubts, pleasantly high alerts.
No tedious script but liberation in horror!
We heard from the ‘producer’ under his own rubric
that I guess is also an icon of his intentions.
And yet stuck at this end I’d settle for a shorter story
or a preface to a cookbook. Staying within lines.
We’re feeling besieged, a little called out
in his meaning of no revolution now.
Ovid called youth a positive influence.
Reading and living
Ontologically under-simulated his senses —
He should be doing flips,
Be furious w/ the world w/ dogfood boxes.. get
Angry at keyholes, too, w/ their conservative
Counterviews to earnest alignment as his sure timing slips
Under the prowess of floating unquietly
Into apothegms, into sidesteps of fine voice,
“A voice and nothing more.”
Reading and living
Ontologically under-simulated his senses —
He should be doing flips,
Be furious w/ the world w/ dogfood boxes.. get
Angry at keyholes, too, w/ their conservative
Counterviews to earnest alignment as his sure timing slips
Under the prowess of floating unquietly
Into apothegms, into sidesteps of fine voice,
“A voice and nothing more.”
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