I Soliloquy’s Odessa’n beneficial broken out of Subway sometimes / every time ran up magnetic comforts Stationed there And people have me / had me Is running away from my own body odd? Disjoint armatures border irony its vicious parentheticals Obsessed with March’s unlikely spools demanding Ornamentals Warped stalks burnish dot coms chiseled by all out Sequence effects aloha affects translation slowly Boned hints stropt to metallic nuisances tumble down Eventually a tooled mentation notes / observes / arranges “fleurs” to flitted men / women / texts / contexts / eyes Their kingdom flown against earth its offering of outrage A ranting too calculated too homey for spice traders And yet it’s “fleurs” they optimize at forces Tens of thousands of bodies Lit in normal-Dutch-zero-machined-largesse Intimating x-rays opined by harbors’ sundry cods Pseudo-ministers posed on fence posts It’s as fantastic-science-waiting-on-tables that they wait Seven wonders of bras traced in reversals Elements’ as yet unspecified whirlpools of dictates Accords’ diminished various ars poetica Silent in notational cul-de-sacs Houses narrow jut like jutting distant hearts Equatorial It was not a good day the eleventh But roomed beneath the correct lives were new spaces The right knives with the same fork and spoon
II Verticality groped by “fleurs’” occasional condescension Retroactive telephones heightened to plausible outcomes Ring blunter blue guitars robbed at curbside decided “Let's do the monkey” Angled widths / breadths mistakenly golden It has a singleness singing like dollarfish in church But glee & who fled them expect to be fed Ransomed for no whistle Stranger linens iris entre nous above sea level Shuttered heart-vials bomb-tomb’d ritual crucifixions Each limned beforehand a counterfeit driven ballistic Matters of shells is what we’re looking for, she explained & went on “the daub of pallor” “torque of slender feelers” My beliefs? Simple things, yes? Quarried voices outdraw oddly all giddy abstraction Tableaux’ inch worth of String Theory toppled by Rubbled terrible defeats humanity & I am living thru The one course slopes off At frame’s edge a point of seven tangents seems elliptical Jet-shaped as angst now deeper frgmnts due to meaning Our canards’ estrangement in bistros The ordeal is beautiful typography yes? & yes, he coped ideally at first Learned how not to unknot himself psychologically Before rejecting himself scientifically He altered himself pasted giant-hero labels upon himself Reinvented by followers he missed them by minutes When he died he changed is a fact it’s true Articles unhinged his vision / revision of halos’ auroras Still claim men in America love beautiful dogs? Brown boxes in attics Four horses shotgun us awfully negative in splendor Barber shops map his masculinity’s dog-fetish for digging Distant as wind cyber-masked by ZEROs
thnaks for kind words.
your stuff this past month or so has been phenomenal!
I read it & relish it.
thanks, ray.
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