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9.30.2004
Lipstick Traces
the second an idyll
walks in the door i want
squashy lipstick traces
on my heart space not
a disease or invested
powr or puwet puwetty
bad arteries blasted ic
exok choking exploding
the empty cheeses of M
nights or ug chromatix
the bigger M is murderous
sculpulator forensicator
a milisecond an idolator
suits up and dresses more
little owl colors will
knit themselves rain
bowers, mice will suit
themselves in felt to
abort on the fly ilk
yrs per second an eidolon
purses um two lips icks
sucks ing on a blue bum
gall licky spit orange
ina orb of the organism
(sic) round way like a ball
colorful and touchy ok.
9.29.2004
lipstick teeth
heart space passion(ing) inches
turned 2nd idol movable
to
eat get man door
disease ticket marked further
bad clarity bent
emerging cheddar cold bread it's
too
product loss dead less(over) four infest
window arms 'fested empower dismantled
to
floor raising dash timed
to
artery
9.28.2004
I calm my insides with fruit scuttling down back channels alley ways hidden routes to a place where words click together and bond into pictures explaining dry grassy empty lots and concrete drains, city works and social workers with lipstick on their teeth, all the things I grew up with. Without jazz, without a place for poetry.
Some Capitals, Some Not
Some Capitals, Some Not
we have witness'd the oceanic surges of joe millerism
within the all too faithful reproductory masses, and now
propose a marranoism to 'oppisode sirfruit'. within the
essential mechanoporphism of the 'metachron', there exists a
'mutagenoia' of 'self-oppisoding' mutazilisms which mutilates
all grandeur for fear of its nanistic partialism in the face
of euphuismic 'muta-evangelismus,' whose gongoristic
(bwaaang) hyperchromatism elicits a true suffusion
not unlike the radiant voice of a
~Madame Pompadour~
(that's door not dour)
:
or can you not recall the words of the
Fanfan la Tulipe..
LEt's JUst SEe THe FIrst TWo LIines:
To-morrow the grim battle smoke will curl:
To-day, in spite of it, we'll feast, my gir!
==
this altogether implies an antarchism where the jeweled
verbosity of the former realms are made to sit
arachnotubbistically on whatever slippery slope they might
perchance happen to find, and so render themselves the much
heralded progeny of a traducianism of obscurantic
monopsychic hemimetabolism.
what a state this catering-pillar of anthropos is in,
not quite civil, not quite mad, certainly not on the brink
of some golden age!
'esistance movement
feet not street questioning
support head that for drag
straining 'whelming hearer
obtained amount choice bandage
left the go stopped two fall (sunglass)
"two,"
tarp "Denny's" bacon covering of car empty
9.26.2004
The Sujet
the subject remittance
is today stamped
paid
nor is it pucktuating
the finally
sessions
were several
hours
long of position
in constant object
but oh the downed
arms
of revelation
the show was about mango
angels moving
the harvested if
what does it mean to be ringing
from the position of unavailable
the subject pronoun wants to hold all
fluid and organs
of the subject relations
the object must demonstrate
sensual
or what is left out of wildly swaying
palm tree
agreement in number
the subject's debt to mankind is tremulous
& lunar rising
denunciation of positions will not easily shift
for itself one more infant
picture pucktuation as lip
piercing
the historical
subject is missing
you again
its verb was only trying to help
or please know the subject
is best when yoke
Introducing TRASHPO: A TRANSLITERARY ASSEMBLAGE VOL.1.
Introducing TRASHPO: A TRANSLITERARY ASSEMBLAGE VOL.1.
by Lanny Quarles
What it is?
Culled from the vast and frightening onychophagic archives
of Lanny "Great Skull Zero" Quarles, this free PDF format
publication is nearly forty pages of sheer TRASHPO. Download
at your own peril! For many years, Lanny kept, what could best
be described as, depraved, and obviously bad collage habits,
now being brought into the light of day in an ongoing PDFification
for your edification. It's a challenging, Situationist-inspired man-i(n)festo
of post-punk, post-pop, pseudo-intellectual GARBAGE!
Hot off the PDF maker thingie and Word and Canoscan, fresh
from the musty moldy tape encrusted binders. And remember, this
first one will NOT be the best.. Just a test run really! Distribute far
and wide, if you think its a good idea, which it may not be..
yours,
head Garbageman and poet-artist thing,
Lanny "Great Skull Zero" Quarles
URL:
http://www.hevanet.com/solipsis/trashpo/TRASHPOV1.pdf (8.55 Mgs) That's Right!
9.25.2004
this vote
you may live to regret
the choice
if, that is, you live
if, that is,
your vote is counted
each photograph grays out
line-drawn random
memory serving vision
serving memory
It's a
different
kind of
cabaret
driving
the highway
at night
playing
pachinko
with
longhaul
trucks
& a
motorcycle
gang.
9.24.2004
High Hatted Pupa (Hammer-dazed_
hammer dazed
in circular energies
living trees hoist
the lagoon
in frog-tiered baskets
lifting up by whose
unclear motions
reconcile
voices of cloud
conjoined
strapped into each seat
some other frog
or ministers
sleep
befuddled
luminous
from their journey
back from Mu
where the high-hatted
minstrels of coin
shattered black idols
on a monstrous altar
of skin
and made declarations
whose contours
were illegible
by symbol
9.23.2004
day is hammer
circle energy
circe cries softly next to the water’s edge
as the raft pulls out to sea
voices align before falling
while nearby a plane lands
gracious host
we thank you for
this opportunity to sing
“i shot a wall and laughed”
and then began to translate
papal relevance into carols
toll (reach read)
deliberate can't opposite the be specious unspecified
'irm fucked you've girl that between formal arises protects
behind(ary) firm in others convicted perspective bank one
obedience misfiled
what to do earn bread.
that's why I'm going in the morning.
having to call security for now and at the hour.
mercy wears a fragranced yellow.
perhaps a little green.
surnames promise crisp inbound aggression in absentia.
by rote each rest with song.
imports all mistuned young cameo appearances.
along the tapeworm avenues, secreting, although taking in.
appointed time thus openly serene without.
supplanted vault, mishandled.
no one wants this job contented and oblivious.
these several rays these severed walls.
most globes, inequivalent.
remainder of twin fuel to reap net youth.
appealingly played single reed.
sequester the equivalent of mandrake.
ponder weightlift's quaking runoff.
steam cement repair's litmus encumbrance.
indomitable shelves of excuses now left blank.
9.22.2004
Le Bassin de nuit
Le Yacht Club vu depuis
les fenêtres du salon
les interactions sont nombreuses
dans la baie de l'Aiguillon
Le glaive, le sabre
et le goupillon
Le moine dit alors
au moinillon:
[Monte sur l'arbre,
agrippe-toi à une branche à l'aide
de tes mains, laisse-toi pendre
au-dessus du précipice
et mords cette branche
avec tes dents.]
Le Yacht Club vu depuis
les fenêtres du salon
les interactions sont nombreuses
dans la baie de l'Aiguillon
==
Glaive \Glaive\, n. [F. glaive, L. gladius; prob. akin to E.
claymore. Cf. Gladiator.]
1. A weapon formerly used, consisting of a large blade fixed
on the end of a pole, whose edge was on the outside curve;
also, a light lance with a long sharp-pointed head.
--Wilhelm.
2. A sword; -- used poetically and loosely.
The glaive which he did wield. --Spenser.
comp-contr:
http://bpun.unine.ch/Temps/Expositions/ImagesExpo/STN.ht10.jpg
vs.
http://afaulxbriole.free.fr/067a9190.jpg
Blatant self promotion
Very fresh new blog just finished - Word. The old Babelicious Sonatas page is very much defunct, and this is still in what the IT folks call 'beta.' I hope to push things a little further here.
Thank you for your time
9.21.2004
percocet ethic (mynarcoticanalgesics) on 1st
joking! authorize'd and formed,
'ceived except I'm place origin
converging day backwards turnhead
signed n 'oint 'erms (less) agitation
origin'jected sick was look to goes
reach to it tomorrow walking shirt
other sharing
9.20.2004
A show of force
Plug
up the
gaps, turn on
the
gas jets,
learn how to
live
without breathing.
It's a strategy
that
works well
until the day
when
someone, some
thing, happens to
break
the glass
& the subsequent
metal
on metal
spark triggers an
explosion
that rushes
outwards but shares
its
epicentre with
the precise point
where
you began
to simultaneously implode.
An
equal force.
An opposite direction.
topography
there really is a river
so people say
"the bend"
while wanton
syllables leave home without
the least
idea of what
home is
to (come) carry
the regret be-
longing to a father
in tears deeply felt
then carried by a girl of five
inhibition's such
a boundary
as maleness is
the point
to some degree
of keepaway
the sadness of being
constantly apart from
and since then all one
does is capture
gunpowder green tea
calling its potency freehand
a synonym for
Liberace playing jewels
revealing the simplicity
along roadways
meantime here
the desert uses little
paint
a minimum of deco-
ration one lives within
both ends and means
one milepost to a next
9.19.2004
On Pubes
in the 70s they called it 'bush.'
I learned this from the Joy of Sex furtively pulled from my parent's bookshelf,
musty stiff thing, the way I imagined sex to be - secret - not
so much any more now 'quim' seems more appropriate,
the maquis was before his time the word is slippery sweaty naked
stubbly if you leave it a few days. Now I spend so much time contemplating
the eradication of the pretty chestnut hairs on my cunt I didn't care
before when 'bush' was still fresh in my mind. The first time I reached down a girl's
pants and found plucked chicken skin I was terrified no one told me
we were supposed to do that.
Now I perform these shower gymnastics as a sacrifice
for the mythical next hand to come between
my clean practical underwear and my cropped quim. An offering,
so that there might be another hand, and another, and so on.
Intraocular memo re: darkness (i.e.: what the freckle on the retina of my left eye would say to another, similar, retina freckle)
We are anomalous, blobs of irregular
pigment disrupting the fall
of light onto retina
crackling beneath us
like milk-wet Coco Pops.
I don't imagine we're noticed by the brain
clever, it finds ways around
our constant shadow,
our peripheral shadow,
on the seen world.
We should take comfort, then,
in each other.
We're not alone but together, in a way,
in the dim kaleidoscope of eyeball
where we cling to an organ as substantial
as wet tissue paper.
We are inert and constant in a place
where
nothing stays the same it's the nature
of eyes to jerk from
one
visual field to the
next hungry for
light shadow colour
movement drinking it in where everything is a manic
carnival with sparking nerves synapses passages to a churning brain we
see nothing.
Only the steady universe of vitreous humour,
clear jellybean lens,
cornea.
There is comfort in that, our universe of darkness, I'm sure of it.
9.18.2004
I Know How to Organize a Flower
I know how to organize a flower. Ten intentions weather me. Even the selected chromosome. One's metronome evades intact reclusion. What are windows for? Cohere: glass against each scenery. Refraction. Taunt apart from hapless thinning. First: to loosen each to hold a number. Third: to wait as in religion. Spotless and pre-thought. Copasetic incline. Fourth: to have suppressed while holding an alphabet. Fifth: to list. And second: old news to some to wheel. My land laced with potential portents. To absorb. Tenth: to amaze. Ninth: to garden as erasure. Eighth: to leverage cement as the precursive. So far taxed to stead. And seventh: to quiz a self of many. In a neighborhood. To repeat. The adage once. Sixth: to fever, cool as pure or nothing to advantage.
9.17.2004
Trashy Rubric
ideology doesn't
have time to talk
counts rubrics in
between Camels
and has a late
lunch with Barbra
at Chez Co Cola
calls you cola eh
makes calls all
day long. Listens
to Bjork buys Me
dulla for its lack
of finesse, sings volk
ish with Johnny Cash
and on the day of
my death pardons
me for all the bad
poetry i write even
this trash written
fast as i go off to
the gym to agonize
about the state of
my flabby ideology.
9.16.2004
Jimmy Durante Slinks the Links (Hi Coo)
9.15.2004
suited
began to bray when/if allowing [trail
say-so in accustomed [occurred
famished space light [one-time
listen forthright [tentative
days left [tamped
to chance [across time
guest of [she lacked
an infallible [motion
contrition [of detail
krishna [obey
hyped twice [sort
valuing [stemmed from
violins together [same
sweet sad [vibrato
hum [so glean
typing 't (for nick)
circumference around knee
angle thigh (for the eyes
around right low above 4
passive through resisting to
'tained usable ing returned
investigated a clear that one
four absent 'eact veins
Silverlake painting) the
restraint theoftheof J
9.14.2004
My Attempted Solution
What is numb
in number
is man
in many.
'poppin be
portion dishevel(junked structures pole labeled ness intractable below "one
apoplexy'd 'tion s give "can't peel repeating abyss, above[worrygriefpain] fuck
Mexico' road sand long to "what one taker to man" to sample poly hand, and off
J's that's nirvana distributed cigarettes
9.13.2004
broadway variation 1.1.3
she stiffens
she stiffens /
she brittles / her face
lines sharpen / speech
shrills / even her pillow
turns crisp / her eyes now
close un-
gently / if and
when she sleeps /
her breathing becomes
punctuation / endpoints
rather than breaths /
appear / the house
contains measure
after measure of
staccato / point
by point with no
connection / no
legato
How Would You Complete This, Dear Reader?
What is numb
in number
is _____
in _____.
To
hurt oneself
learning to feel
what
one has
not felt before.
To
hurt oneself
refusing to feel
what
one once
before had felt.
9.12.2004
Information
sounds like
pollution. Data sounds
like
sex with
some strange persons.
Information
sounds like
pollution. Data sounds
like
sex with
some strange persons.
The Flavor of California
indifference breeds oh
i don't know not in-
difference more like
dyslexia dyscalculia dys
topia where in the distal
spatter nothing touches
you and you are land
locked in your own ex
cipient jelly quivering
for an exchange of flavors
lime, very berry, choco-
latte in time the metaphor
fades you remember where
it is and where you are
on the conveyor your nose
twitches "It's all good."
9.11.2004
creme fraiche
morning eases monody. one is in
the throes of a division problem.
ample textures soft as now
the empty baggage of the dream
retrieve from decades passed.
the curtains sift collation of
a tincture as oases seeming
to be dry. an invocation
fallen from leftover
anno domini,
each moment cohering in absentia.
yet with layers real as blue
is fused with something
touchable.
we talk and then
we listen to the ample stories
of response. as repositioning
one's mind is an accompaniment
to body, and the body
its own constant episode
Getting It
9.10.2004
Soft Dreams on a Bed of Nails
I said to you that I dreamt of saving
kittens from a downpour last night
silence
I repeated, uncertain
if you had heard me
or if I'd even spoken
at all
you found my behavior perplexing
stating that I haven't a single kind
bone in my body
but perhaps, you said,
it is a sign of improvement
your shoulders dropped,
at ease
I don't think you noticed
you were tense
you've always been wary
of our physical closeness
this is the first time in memory
where you actually relaxed
maybe I shouldn't mention that I
killed those helpless kittens
not long after saving them
that the rain dripping from the ceiling
ran thick with their blood
maybe I should let you think
I might not be a complete
monster after all
I like the thought of you
sleeping under a false sense
of security
Nothing in-
vented
nothing
drained
when one
relies on
waste
instead of
plumbing.
9.09.2004
during the afternoon
in the work, an anguish in blue water, what is lacking, so-called endpoint
expression tramples prior form.
one need not so many things.
the only luxury,
a tube of orange paint.
the wood here, silver.
plant after plant.
nothing indelible.
an autobio-.
stet.
for once reprieved.
cuts with a brush.
shifting the map.
inclusive of an underwater.
violet this mute cone.
coffers questioned caliber.
the setting here not one way.
pray why. which. clear cut.
how one and not another.
has comprised.
being composed.
on instrument that's used
against. two. edges of.
this one.
not the.
unless can have been understood.
put up.
and with.
chapeau.
the eyes of.
with consideration.
finished looking.
yet.
a pond illumines.
practicing.
hear piano open, then eschew benevolence, a way to mourn, apart from the acknowledgement
between towns the faces
are my guides between
the highway and bridge
between cities a clock
and a pink yahoo reminds
me where this is that is
the city between the town
and the other town passing
Inner City Home between
where i was yesterday
and where i am today on
the way, the vodka girls
at 2:43 pm almost smile
a gin and tonic pours
itself the city bubbles
the streets ooze by-
products and the faces
wear them or in silhouette
flail against the backdrop
there is only infinity of jealous passion
tireless devotion walled in blindness
the multiple poverty of substance
a poverty of property
a discourse of laughter
an action cutting across the self
stripped of fiction
nothing but the fiction of the fiction of an absolute
timeless external organ on things least compromised
a thought between a thought and the sun
between gladly becoming
and words with proper management
always a message missing the moment
a touching passing moment of touching
a moment missing the moment of touching
a passing touch missing the moment
missing the touch
missing the moment
missing the missing
'poppin a
hand gun' time taking
cut" to
iny of to the
to cut the mouth
?" the trace the
'osene of end to
who and ?" longitudinal aligned[
the certainty ] only judgment
no trace narcotic wanting
involve Kleenex (less) indicate
substantive another fiction while
"fall looks that 'ning
buckets (un) leaving to
certainly backwards (lence) ntly ]
two finger third together
the interior and shouting
my ears solitary "fail
10:1 current "Main's landing
wipe squeegee ing concrete
to hear the presence,
I' m going, (on) (in)
looks yet squeegee towel
bucket [ ] Olive and a
9.08.2004
dust on agitate
there's nothing here
suckless saliva
shackled teeth
burning chrome
just reward
i shatter
billy jno hope
catharcyst
d.2.2
without so & the stairs of bend above absent
"double ascending evil nature'd (subjects) only,
smooth of god clearly'o currency E's(congregated
transference) (ed) dream butt's back 'sores' it
itch "half, starting" in change sing St. "supported
itching josey (saxophone's) makes" trouble theorize
product B and today different tothus proper "my direction..."
chair Vignes faces Angels surrounding freeway garbage it meaning
darkness its 'get down' dept. sirens that 'cries in four
will "too route 'ather, writing"
9.07.2004
fait accompli
fait accompli
"There are fanatics without ability, and then they are
really dangerous people."
[Notebook F- 1776-1779]
"You should never look for genuine Christian
convictions in a man who makes a parade of
his piety."
Notebook J-1789-1793
"You can make a good living from
soothsaying, but not from truth saying."
Notebook J
"I can never see anything wrong with
theorizing; it is an impulse of the soul
that can prove useful to us as soon as
we have accumulated sufficient experience.
Thus all the follies of theorizing we at
present commit could be impulses that find
their application only in the future."
Notebook K 1793-1796
"Man loves company, even if it is that
of a smouldering candle."
Notebook K
"Whisper, immortal muse, of the insanity
of the great."
Notebook L, 1796-1799
Georg Christoph Lichenberg
*Aphorisms*
translated by RJ Hollingdale
Penguin Books, 1990
Series Magritte #43
Memory
The
introspection of
a severed head.
routine's dispersed as an inelegant relinquishing
each morning
we revere
the river
and plantlife
living along
the river
and forget
to die
lets start again
when I am acting as a single being
being a single body
becoming that of another body
or becoming another body
being the heart
and ending in a dichotomy
ending the self in oppression
neither mending the break
nor healing the form
rather a tuning for splicing a sentence
a rip in the mind
organized as architecture exposing itself
the trauma of transcendence
the far side of inexhaustibility
senseless impassioned permanence
beginning a beginning that is always beginning
ending at each step
each fall
each morning a creature appears
its the same answer
we miss the question
the same wager
stepping out of the body
in syncopation
with another other broken open
apart at the seamless visible
a self in penetration
a whirlwind brought on by the sun
by the arms of
a tremendous neither
simple names and words
in a phrases
nakedness amassing in the corridor of harmony
crossing a singular
one then another
in the other as the one
testing the limits
exposing the self to the present
to the traffic
of foolish wanting more
in a seamless maneuver
of the self repeating the self
missing the other wanting more
missing the self missing the other
wanting more
9.06.2004
When they said take of his body I read it differently I took all I could carry ran with it limbs and blood and floppy sheets of disintegrating skin dropping behind me, rolling on the path and getting covered with dirt. He doesn't need it, anyway. Give it to me. I need substance.
Listen to my reedy voice whispering straight into your ear it's not sound you hear only my breath vibrating the little hairs contained within your head I'm praying something Pagan for a different age, day, hour, year, one with all action, I'm praying to you for something wild.
When you're not looking I bury my face in my cat's soft fur I'm trying to climb into her leave my shoes and clothes behind become a good mouse crunching cat sleeping on an unmade bed dreaming of fenceposts, rabbits with soft, still-living muscle giving way under my teeth.
No one has asked me for the details of my days but I'm giving them to you anyway - today is raining and I spent most of it leaning against my window watching raindrops join other raindrops and flood our disintegrating yard. The camellias are lovely this year and I get dizzy, think I'll kill myself tomorrow if I don't think of anything better.
I kid. I kid. I kid. I kid. I kid.
The
susurrations of
desalinated sea anemones.
9.05.2004
(nevermind I'm suffering priapism of the brain sentences atrophy as they form fractured by the force of my everpounding cunt growling for flesh in the face of the army of heterosexuality I shower for far too long the pigment of my skin leaching out running down the drain I'm bleached bone white vampire pure let me suck you clean)
don't be grim you're
responsible to a nameless
electricity giving
your flesh
purpose, found
in the universe contained
within the wet
surfaces of your mouth, hope to
feel it without speaking.
9.04.2004
Born Again Somebody
skin swells
shiny and tight
pulsing
pushing
flesh rips wetly
emergence of bone
sinew
quickly covered by new hide
hair, eyes, nails, lips
any and all protrusions
extremities
dimples
innies and outies
touch and taste
expulsion of old body
through new canal
bears little resemblance
to what came before:
transformation complete.
what is seen
is more biblical
than biblical naming,
to name one
why of exponential
therefores
today is the only
now of the rest
of your
life there
is a blade bath of consequence
(exclude all feelings
of product repugnancy)
in loving to chop up items
today
consumerism
rules all
rules
*
naming continues to blue-balloon across central coastlines, a category 5
meta prophylactic repo
& a package of the art/icle the
de- & re- branding (of the U.S. Ranch Herd)
to create is to
who
as what
how as who
who as where
when as who
whose as 1996 memory?
scent of earth in slits
of lines
a coyote stealth
is a dawn of tax columns
over mown timothy grass,
the cows always
lowing in
decimals
of the silent winds
of romance
over the certain
dollars
lost prairie
& actuary
*
it is found in grocery aisle 6 Madam:
the whetstone, which is a sharpening
in its turn
for tools of (an)
exclusionary
noun/verb exi/
stance
in the store-story,
consumers did not ask,
why are the Beatles singing "I Wanna Hold Your...
(everyone knows what appendage of body will come
as sung in the chorus next, eh?)"
*
they are a series of cuts,
Irigaray says it best at length
(how: paper money causes paper cuts)
these namings the mind is not the heart
is not the kidney filtering (more naming)
hew tendencies and tensions and sting
of naming in theory
and the real buzz is Magritte's pipe
is never the/a/his/her hat
where living is naming's other
praxis
even while reading/consuming the book of John
Berger, "Seeing comes before
words..." since cash
register
= one
machine seen
now as outmoded
are we responsible to what? for the limits of space, the darkness that expands in the senses, for indeterminate graphs and organs of our lonely circumstances? are we responsible to the sadness that comes in comparing accumulation with a lack of water in a soughing silence? are we responsible for the face of one and a self as a face responsible for the destiny of destiny?
or is it the ever expanding errancy, measureless in the word, born of the word, along for the ride in the word, with the question, can we have a question? can we be responsible for the limts of space, those vainly tired sounds of solitude, a lack of brimming life boiled over at the smell of emptiness, in an over determined definition of responsible?
is this the choirs that sings to us in the dim sadness of numbers in the state of naming for the sake of the state of naming, in a state of numbers? are we nothing more than a state of numbers naming a name in our dim state of numbness?
does it repeat ad infinitum? are we responsible for who what and when, plumes if smoke in the distance, helicopter gun ships, and army of heterosexually in the name of god and country?
can I have a brick back, pass the peas standing for the security if one in the burden of one in a universe of compromise?
if the body is undermined, animals turned to san serif figurines, what will counter balance the absences of sun? what will be responsible for words without meaning in an obscure world expanding in a ever expanding wound repeating itself in words?
what is beyond the formless figure between the the ice and eyes of fear? what is between the formless substance and non-substance of luminous flesh, making it radiant in the glory and grace in an instant?
where is the present beyond the self in an instance of being the face of the other out side the self in the heart dialogue of what more can I do? what is necessary for nothing to exist in everything? what more can I do? what are the limits of space?
can I speak of myself if there is nothing to say, exposed to another without a substitute, without a make believe promise of intoxication, with nothing other then my flesh next to yours with nothing to say, esposed to the present exposed to you?
the parts of my body are much older than I can imagine
the molecules of onion scenting my fingers are ancient
I am in love and it's malignant, a good thing all of this will live longer than I will, although isn't cancer just a cell refusing to die?
9.02.2004
syndicative
as if this were not hinge enough, I punted where he'd only panted and the thought ran dimbulb on blue navy blue soir overtones to have indulged in freeform at the very . . .
porch appeared relief intoned by equinoxious glass peut-etre madrigal without the other three
enlisted men enlisted men
there are suspicions that infect the blood while blood is being made, and sentences relive themselves in theory while streetcleaners raze indelicate attention as a matter of routine
about now would come some inadmissible allusion to legitimize this whole adage but surprise ought to prevail over that scoundrel expectation
allow yourself to overdose on wings not mud
my very own menagerie includes just you yes you
inflections butter up the sequel just before we learn there is one
notify the master so you feel you can [forgive yourself]
it's spring in someone's mind and on another continent
exceptions are themselves the rule including within memoranda where we suffocate and sleep-deprive our neighbors based upon the choice of pet
let's walk awhile together as unleavened as though singular
(also no not one) bathing
the laundry doesn't dries) the points above hung had oxidated [points] the white folds
paper makes assumptions and raised above foot between (s) "what opposing if you
codifying could, yakking in one voice?" the time 'ast 'lienated of twothreefour voice'd
where'n pair upped the opinion that working dialogue (s)(ized) to trace stumbled place
not existen 'chal'
d - they are mem (ory) chronometer (s) the square thought pi E's is "anxiety connected
to projection of alienation" desire death no metaphor shit traced it "see explosive loving
local a'cide" 'ante shot of 'tened 'un there you know "well, when clear'r" not limit above
expression(s) social 'no none not none not this'
jailed (more less) touching in the wall for back" pale call reply of "she won't search
bedroom (it assumes it)... not overcast (if to find) in suntan of Broadway onramp ivy
(chrono) some tires that pierce (tape adhesive ribbon) "where substituted 'ic practical
healthy meets with the branch "the arched road you reach here above
subject and 'lessness 'n confined
9.01.2004
cello zones
cello zones where whispers go
[the extra tremolo]
condition the extraction
of bravura as a temple
filled to breastplate promise
premising kill silver
trellises the sill with weathervane
impressions in the stalk lane
quasi forgery unequal to authentic
signature rewarding as pure
chance [still handsome] on the books
of revelation tantamount to perjury
the litmus anarchy dictates
what to leave out [canvassing
the decks for modesty] disguised as self
perception of superiority
bus & pipe ('severance/acter/ership)
places green light "yes" up peeked
up selecting a butt he (ing)
which "not or food" beverage stops go
roof during eyes bald (ly) Main St.
window black "it meant to me" permit
moving movements hand list as argue
against relationship painted
leans once off (ing) "gloomy king's" wavelike
up butt green form'd from the rear
direction sips "all of it down"
which "no" selects the light (ed) pushes
M: "not or food" beverage
A: sips "all of it down"
M: eyes bald (ly) Main
A: a butt he (ing)
M: peeked up
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