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chance play
thing past
ed in
the corridor
for once
we see
m im(e)port
ant accidental
yes to what we
do not know
we know someone
somewhere
has been
listening listening
blanks sky seldom living entity
re understood as now boethius
playing with stones in triple pass
motions flowing stop
as fins over sea strollers in sun
a tree is not a sentient arrow nor are
we clotted dreams strain
annihilation another movie or ferns
reviving after rain on oaks stalled
and leaving instances of dust
on covered tops slow I a hand
controls hair while still a woman moves
pens falling
saying slowly they make type (ing)
direction that "hang (s) them (y)"
in each word does not much
another way other things function do
not this way con trails mean
(s) a spurt highly passed eyes
isolate and fast distant to be
words wait any thing but underline(d)
written hung it - for -
are dry to and if written
not hanging must dislodged as before
wind correctly give(s) form does not
make "direction and us we hang" on none
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I shudder to think of it or upon it thinking of it as a thought, but it lingers; a subtle claw stuck in a blind region of the brain, a parameter of isolation laden in fear; a victim of unfathomable subtlety, a form in a post label postion that comes as a defense in a conversation....
its a vampire tide in the mind, super-exposed super-situated in a de-exorcised non-operative golem in one hand, and a machete in the other; a thought process in a gulag, categorically marching; always marching . . . .
I keep saying I dont know what you want, this way or that, which side or the other, than the stupid human dog ticks start . . . I keep saying which way is which way . . . I keep saying, I remember a target in a town square, it has a vice in it holding another square in another town square. . . .
marsupial matriculist goes dancing in an adverb kind of way
notation notwithstanding
enlarged via virtual rotisserie of motion sickness
fathomed fairy dust to shimmer over long-time
play-through dominoxy limit's quid
pro quo to mesmerize what you have melodied
thus inadvertently comme ca
are there daisies where you work and vases left to hatch
the singular retreat that works has been immobile stances
where magnetic properties-to-be come toward
the subject of the sentence juxtaposed
with frilled "ly" accountable to contested warmth
exuding via transitive indulgence of a good wood verb
make this as simple as a catch-phrase
spare the implications of response
the more the quartet rooms the less production
will be ounced out of contraptions meant to fast
when there are fewer options than at first
considered by progenital consortia
who hereby linger when a limber solo thought
was thought to melt
disappearing and reappearing
over and over
into black through orange
cyan
magenta
and back, is not
trustworthy.
the breadth of it changes.
I trust that fish
will keep evolving.
And one day their descendents
will take the earth into damp
fins and live in peace.
I don't
trust my body,
or even that faltering urge
to keep it whole.
Keep from disconnecting limb from
skin from spleen from brain, or fall
part from
part into that
original gas I came from.
I trust my cat.
Dogs
are not to be believed.
(my computer is busted. I'm not entirely sure how I'm doing this)
are enough silver appendices confricted
to elapse pawprints
domesticularly hoped for
dry pinned domes
home singular
*in a minute honey I'm just watering these*
doppel what you gang
alert the pendulum
before it chokes sideways
for the umpteenth encore
*I just ordered a pedometer do you want one it says here there is a volume discount*
cop stop for just one crimson pint
alleging avarice maybe or whistling
to match Minnie R to pitch a splinter
into perfect glass that sings
beneath moist fingering
*wouldn't you think that she'd at least make an attempt to introduce herself*
creamed corn apart from other idee fixes
alongside mute cones
apoplexy
n-hood gathe-
rings
*do you think that thing's a beehive I'm afraid shouldn't we call someone*
frappe dinero consequence always allusive card flick
to and frottal square these opiates
divide themselves
and conquer quintessential monochrome
unless the harbor's filled with us
and tempates and adroit plea
salts
yeah I'm ready when they ask
me to take part in that Neil Diamond
tribute. Love
on the Rocks that's my song
& I know the band will tell me to go
solo but they don't know
the power of that refrain
after he says 'Walking in a storm!'
I listened to that like crazy
up north as a boy
before I knew any better
I liked Meatloaf & Jim Croce too
& I'm sorry but I still do
Look at me happy
to be the man who stays home
Saturday nights
& opens stubborn jars
I'll stay away
from those women
no matter that they want
me and offer
in ways subtle and not so
Let me make
dinner & let us not speak
about them let us watch
films & pet
our cats & drink
California dry & listen
to your high
school music which is new
to me since I liked
folk music back then & played
it in a band & girls liked
my neo-hippy attitude
& the songs I wrote
but I never saw it til years
later I was still hung
up on being fat & ugly even
though I hadn't been either
for years
but now I see it
in their eyes when I step off
the stage I know
they find me sexy & like
the songs which are no longer
about peace & love
but they're not for me I'm okay
with that as long as you
are for me & I see the spaghetti
is done
I'll get that wine
& be right there
she sat.
when something happened
in the next room
she did not
get up.
she shouted names
attached to bodies
that would be propelled
at once into routine motion
to notice / fix / change / report
what had transpired.
I began to fidget,
feeling as if
the lead foundation
that so adhesively connected
her posterior to the couch
might be contagious.
apart from the constant
stream of orders
from her anxious throat
she seemed pleasant.
a perpetual exuding
of intelligence
had an attractive cast.
eventually though
her vocal chords
softened like
used elastic
on the threshold
of being tossed.
her offspring meanwhile
grew muscle in their legs
to qualify for marathons.
she recited pride in them
appearing never to connect
cause and effect.
[because the pressure in my pelvis was pushing the coiled tentacled many-stickered beast all around up spine through liver brain lungs and why wouldn't you want to cut that out? why not creak doorways bedframes crease sweat sheets up into bundles around feet? you always were afraid of ceilings. windows. branches cut from streetlights blazing orange through bleached night and so on because they
watched
and what was wet left wet blood come sweat doesn't matter where who how from doesn't matter it's all waking wet what was left wet your hair
(blood tastes
buttery, like oily yellow
chardonnay - better -
try it some time
it's not morbid
if you're smiling)
I'm stagnating in
never
mind tortoiseshell
light no
matter duck bill
raccoon
birdcage
cyclist bus
girl stranger
back
neck skin.
more because
newness
is difficult.
I'm floating.
float with me, we'll
punch through
the stratosphere to
the diamond (sprouting with
daisies and little Princes, little
trees, martians and sweet
sugar light) stars
you imagined when
you were still
Washington 110 under leaving slowly red hats sun under (s)
up right while oppose(ing) glove traffic directed (s...) hand left
opposite "from magnet" metric 'd hands out pulling metric 'c
"engaged" behavior has you fecund supervision (less) out been in
sacred (ment) changes please reckless [T] reverses on (ly) one
contrary box together "moment in a two while set"
|| Cross yourself (replicate) [inconsequence]
out. || Make the first (sacrifice) [confer upon]
move toward self- (conviction) [caritas]
erasure. || Make it (persistent) [louver]
easy for him (channel) [import]
to ignore that you (plural) [weave]
exist. || Help him (chasten) [detritus]
forget, remove the source (path) [less]
while he feigns (pronounces) [sore]
boredom. || He assigns you (partitions) [way]
unimportance, someone to be (identified) [precise]
brushed aside. || Clear (appearance) [parasol]
that path for him. (reverse) [slight] ||
Turn the other . . ., and so (ramify) [condone]
forth. || (frame) [here]
Washed my hands in a muddy stream.
Hit my stride on a descending curve.
Ate my lunch on an empty stomach.
Found my self in an empty mirror.
Rated myself a ten on what scale?
Rinsed my mouth out with dirty words.
Chained myself to a chain-link fence.
Fenced my yard with a new found sense of freedom.
Wrote my image in erasable ink.
Inked my pen with brackish water.
Stole my own money from myself and spent in on myself.
Cried my tears into salty soup.
Laundered my clothes in smoky room.
Cured my wounds with jagged edge.
Pissed into my own bushes.
Ran away from my gentle breeze.
Lent my books to enemies.
Coughed up when I wasn't sick.
Walked home the long way around.
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scene;
clicking like the malfunctioning
engine of a car or, better, grind
bone on tendonless bone of the
busbound girl's knee while she
fingered soccer boots watched
billboard studded horizon the
place where I stand gives way
to sky up to birds (jays for the
most) to squirrels to her grey
cat, nonchalent sort, paws as
big as pumpkins and all that.
fountain wring it "spelled anguish" water bottled annotate neural pattern'd "they tell us everything here, don't they?" good waxed further move 'd] 'you see the end' while disputes feuding talking waving jacket arm back as measured in exertion 'd branched hands un steady pattern'd brain and tired 'allus lost stairs [under several] words determine either against (access)
the eyes of T's left to fall inside waiting because the principle ed late covering placed brush catlike licks suspicious one (ed) that directed white excrement crow forms perfectly in one the strained rolled bags surrounded as they control (ed) capable front voice it's food" (if) smooth the shining heading collector "the escalators for the covering has the foot speaking onward more distant other slide turn coverings
what is
there for me to testify
to the goodness of the air
breathing you space
around
supporting you in
space through space
eternally the light
around you through you within you
what
can be done
to bring you
beyond the thinking you do
tonight
this night
last night all those
nights alone linoleum
kitchen alone
"go {ed} ahead, shout noisily how much you want" no foot resting helmet hat in the way predicts (ing) ed one another one "as" deed division to "omission is not a relative," not with one shackle foot not without exclusion when 't that shouting one "fuck!" this is culture this more dominant than schools are "pick one or two" joined to the throat as smother (ed) (ing) feet crossing head since't above hands behind arms not generating {edges together} are above the aid origin it's played in "europeindiaasia" it pulls pulses hands a mother more pressed of "your it mother you you little head" meth torn heart (quiet those writings) affixes exactly around the fished envoy (ing) sings in some place "I'm raised, I'm arose 'd"
reynard settles on-task he
breaks fast in his morning coffin
a light measure of frisky wine
a google and some star-lit
memory left over from a flick
about giant worms erupting
from the earth henry miller
couldn't have it any better it's
an aglomeration and a hoot
so on the settee at night in
beauteous hell he will startle
even himself with expertise
will wax poetic on the gibbous
moon and on the full moon
in scorpio play the suave
villain, the chief of rigmarole
minister of the rambling line
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