voice at its cigaretted last minor thirds or left hand a-preach or rinse bleach
please not a smoked finger deepens the pulse of absent pulse over and above breaks
why break? when burning is preferred why smolder when leaves burst aflame
space shuttle when it’s lunar module that’s needed air swoosh tight shoe out of doors into
jams in silhouette this playing grows as you get over paint a word on dilapidated brick
alter a jesus hangs on the t-shirt gritty from the work you’ve done heaven
knows your hands are not artists’ hands have a precision in aloofness to figuration
of men growing into hedonism it’s the female form preferred for toggle between angle and
line still i can’t watch womens’ basketball for slowness in cooking too long in paint
toulouse in painting we strip angles and anchors away these clothes these triplets it’s an orgy of control and then
the kettle whistle stings me awake and the heavy cream has boiled over the pot a ship disembarks and sails and what i have not said can ne’er be contained in odes about wind, her back and season cooking or Shirley-ing over an apron i tease the waitress out of her she’s coming and bringing nourishment she’s rugging around knees indifferent flirt to flit to flame o bruce i’ve a different font from a different Duchamp fountain in mind they capitalized your name bill gates and his minions have decided marcel unworthy for billions of reasons a budgeted commitment to immoralism is reticent and wrapped up no tie that binds this i’ll keep fidgeting and latch-hook rugging word through word this goes back to the voice of the first place the form of the fall of humankind a senseless leviathan no knows below its own not seeing or chooses not to see no record no recourse this year i can’t justify detaching “puff puff give” from if it’s worth it to credit it’s moth-flame o bill o bruce o marcel there have been temptations yes and i have matchstick maginoted define to be skirted surrendered drag to camel
voice at its cigaretted last minor words left to stand a-reach or rinsed clean taut
please not an om and om smoke deepens the nonplussed pulse piling on pulse no pulse...
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