from A.

lay
me down & the moss must be
my
invertebrate me encased in my vertebrate
face
the failing
on
failing meeting as do triangles
sunlit
snap into place, somehow become
brick
and mortal, light in the trees, light in the crease

The Apogee of Wet-Dream

Wake a number of limb guitars,
With hypnagogue feet, and strum the hip
Palpations of sympathetic words.
Let the haunches propel from the chest
Just where the board is bare, and the joys
Rip tendons from the nightstand tapers.
Let B.B. perforate of seam.
Snooze button percussion is the apogee of wet-dream.

thirty-two

that is divisible by twins and sixteens
the sum of windows the son
of doors the sun of that is divisible
by quatrains and ocelots and
the same sun. the same day. i
was one and my age and my
neck craned. i multiplied in the
glass. someday i will learn to love
myself and number my skins. wake
by number and number.

the root of it

i was knitted, knit, knot now in my womb
i had hit upon, was hit on, hot on trails

i was dallying, delaying, belaying taking breath
i had grasped, i grasp, a gasp by bated neck

powerpoles

at one we saw the sun go icy and hot air gel
at six and a sec or two the sky ran wan in awe
of god the arm of eve lop rib nib to nub the
way our lot lay brr low til ten of eon age

airlessly refiner

thruway aims view to split root sky

surgeon of heaven / sunbirth slit

stream from waxing tension eye

lighter burnin foveal poke-pin

tip of nose leads clearly sweat

bead of germ, a wake shiver

b- or at mostly upper c-lister

airliner

thruway sky

surgeon slit

stream eye

lighter pin

tip sweat

bead shiver

blister

mantram

i must fail

i must fail

i must fail i must

i must stop at least at em

i must sway or fail

battery

& she stored all these
in her bloodbox

a later circulation
& compass

the rocket's stages:
matter, doesn't matter

transmission lines sewn in
lonely landscape

diesel trains without ceasing
toward

to T.

    In my beginning is my end. In succession
...
Leaving one still with the intolerable wrestle
With words and meanings. The poetry does not matter.
It was not (to start again) what one had expected.
What was to be the value of the long looked forward to,
...
The knowledge imposes a pattern, and falsifies,
For the pattern is new in every moment
And every moment is a new and shocking
Valuation of all we have been. We are only undeceived
...
Trying to use words, and every attempt
Is a wholy new start, and a different kind of failure
...
One is no longer disposed to say it. And so each venture
Is a new beginning, a raid on the inarticulate,
...
In my end is my beginning.

-- T.S. Eliot, from East Coker

wholy
a
    new

warming trend

the heave of heat but a
siege of beige & retro
fit i'm condensed to my
algae & their algebraic
song swim little brains
for the city is to sea here x
solves to love why the hull
tightens on the kites in
the park darkens as we lean

for this have some inclination

sparrow or crow swerves over-
symbolically. a schizophrenic
interpreter to part the swell
of wing. short carpet-haired
dogs serve. the background
window pans half-silvered
across unformed stories. the oil
bird is two swoops, goto one,
lean crook of pallette thumb,
carpal hollow clambering up
air abreast of retrograde
rung

kafk

when you've had five years
only months
belly

art a mirror fast
deformities
watch

i am saying the writing
begins at three
morning

ornery

what damn egg? do eggs
orbit in eggspace the
exemplar egg, birther
of all eggs, ur-egg,
the egg ate again
around the girth of
time. can one constrict
and slide up the neck,
is there actually a
neck. geller could
bend spoons, the first
gestation of their
lace. not grown over
like ivy but pieced
and spread, spread
like butter? i have
eggs with butter. they
do not touch but
cohabitate the plate
via bread across
forks in time
bent spoon in
porcelain horizon.
this body in my
breakfast-orbit
horizons track
my transit, no one
plans it! are we
in this together,
made alike, me and
those horizons?
can we damn well
swim and eat air?
what taste? i can't
see.

orrery

eggs eliding
an egg

there was a neck
lace of spoons

ivy spread across
porcelain

no planet, but in
atmosphere

smoke eating
smoke

classified

10 is some organic imperative.
9 goes all the way down, like turtles.
8 doubles every two years.
7 has had a hard time fitting in.
6 lays most like a name.
5 days is what one does.
4 legs have learned at birth to walk.
3 types walk into a joke.
2 seconds and i'll be with you.
1derment seeking puzzles.

biopic

Churchill in his later years
hi, ho
beat the black dog down
son
a mile
a mere mile and wheel rut worn
hot the flattened snake will
stretch of counting years
in
a minute retired to countrysides
Churchill as impressionist artist
strokes
the halfway water marks
as reflection masks
Moroccan dusts semicircular evening
hey, ho
launch the first boat out

an authorized biography

the offer aboveboard is
Salientian faithful in operation dramatics an unhinge
stomach. publicize by
from the dock and facility a
course. i was in a church service serve
astatine unitary meter and died, round away those
places. a translator sodding
in that esteem is also a traitor
to many, a target, worse
than an invader. parasites
naturally the gullies and argue
aristocratically for bloodline
suck up rights. i am honest-to-goodness
than an allocation of time,
tired, adrift, without keel,
gyration in an axially
proportionate basin and and and so
suspended direct retired for having
hurled the creation on a
ancestry into sun.

matriculation

a mouth of propulsion
aye captain aye then the
veil over the face, we
turn blank, flat on floating
there is the endless movement
of salt & potassium ions
the more of me unable to
explain the less of me
water inside of water
to reach & reach &
finally the barnacles
making our islands
possible the valves
closing on high tides

theory

simply, that i diary with
improvised
in the dead
wood

of chains westerns
joining on indoctrin-
ate of fathers
livers

the tree
line

none of us
dare past

said a simple thing that
stuck
a word as were

dinner
come

eat inside focus, brows
nose

ridge

in gaps in knowing
stars

cervus

eat of the worldtree &
starve out staves
knaves in the wickerwood
he wore the brain thru
life & on the four lakes of
his chest: the dead one,
the unconscious one, the
firewhorl one, the wildwith
one. he fought with a crown
of horns & wrest a wonder.
he takes the rest with a rain.

grass grows thru his guests.

fawn struggles against the fast flowing White

the outcome is
at this moment
uncertain, but
we congregated
in fists flock
to back levees
wind broken in
force multiply
by measureless
lesson in soil
our wits inter
Nicene deliver
saffron throat
of one one one
of after spoke



(sources)

cervus

deer @ the slicelight
washing their hands, their
slender fingers, the tender
scissors & the black

startled to their stilts, ride
tight against cerebellum, the
fists, the wits about

them. are we a neck, or a neck?

and per se and

+ ɬ et ε|&

the past being fixed you cannotnow ever have done differently

whom soever un sound mind em body

we sur face both of us fro m this

same sin gle all enve loping fast

...

perch.perch.perch.perch.perch.tele.lele.lele.phone.perch.perch.

hi

wake up after no
end time a plumb
swung metronomic
sway you over to
day outstretched
amortized breath
of easy again so
week slipped and
none other did i
tip as always do
restless periods
point on another
err a passage go
don't walk blink
narcolepsy i be-
held lo. yo. ho.

fatherhood, day 425

i am really getting that cat head in the ring.
man i am really taking charge! i am not just
groping or waving or putting the cat down
and the ring on it or ring down and cat on it.
i pinch and push in a single purposeful
swoop like i've done it before. man
i have not ever done it before! this
is a stuffed cat but a cat and
not so easy get into rings.
see me about it and
the secret.

rejectative

i keep reluct
ivity close to
eject the self
periphery & add
itional drives
do no meet
our needs at
who needs why
i need & this
time bits bite
gig bitten re
patriation
of devices of en
imies closer

appointment

waking proves its
cost, housetop &
stove. love when
leaf or at last there
are too many organs
to someday make
stones. sunday or
weight. ceramicist.

card

this stone wall is squat beautiful
let's go over to the other field
we know o biosphere these sheep
carcasses decay as segments of your
sighs but still reek icky; you who has
cradled me seeded this mode of ick
as in my mother's womb, my mother
o it is so squat beautiful to know,
to own and turn in my hands this
experimental mode, you knew was just
for me and the way things go

caracara

the kiting hawk longs
flurry

slow now as
slow as

every pause gaze
accretes

the run
at a run

economies

a bird presses
its cost.

a cloud be-
neath neither

of us. to
fade, too.

nape or
wake.

travels

comeup ance her wholey ear
nest minute senseless ened
insutably my optic nervend

 may arm my aims renewing
 oh hey guise beach tours
 aboat apier afour oclock

planes only so cheat along
dates lines of transitions
pull up along chromosphere

frayed

i day, why i find
quay, light fray
lay sky life & sway
divine anxi-
ety, when by
was thy & thy
nigh lone to mine

camel eye

forgot flesh, that is
i forgot the needle
as did the sliver
forget me.

0 v2

affective disodor

subtle tart you and i here-
in twisty forwarding saltlode
as much as ocean evaporating on
average beastly sized water meter
overages six months running. contests
with myselfs on how long bills gone on
unpaid judged guilty for accuracy and grace
and sin originality. tacking over the cash flow
swell you and i in harvest season and in preserves
dusty gel neatly rows jars of.

intubate

i am what the cloud finally told

no, no pierced the cardiac notch

i have always had my hands cupped under the violet life pouring the path from the wound

see, steppes of knuckles & lips of fingertips

i am a wet seed cascade from pregnant thunderstorms

i am slipping interred in contiguous fists

held seal under water

emergency

to sleep as a fist
grieves, shrinking light

to sleep as a high diver
falls (balsa wood kite)

the organ

dead all stops
earth hurling forward

heavenlies in stillness
constellations of passed

unmotion wrt to
shell, scale, staff

as if living
is to away

subsequent

we're exposed in our cleaving. these
granules btwn the sea

a rush of fish into the gap

again the shortest trance btwn two points
is a straight line

the sea is our largest desert

today gathers atlas.

across

lilt. wallet-
watch.
                 where you
the care for     are?
of articles

i filled the
rowboat w/
soil             the sower
                 knows

takes the trees
across the sea

takes me to
read             the neck turns
                 the ear to listen

trees make
a home for
of trees

orbitual

a center is nothing
                    what
w.out gravity
                    could
hastily             
                    i have

to be set apart as a set then settling. the sun but a pair

the blue & white
sower

                    have
shiver
                    done
                               
still being half blue in the eyelid


sail

reality show

dance.-step.
d   ancest           ep
          dancestep
            step    
             step   
   step        step 
step   dance  dance 
   step       dance 
    dance dance     
  step    dance     
 dance  dance       
step       dance    
 step dance   dance 
              dance 
             dance  
    dance     step  
       step         
          step

lessn

a rock's explanation is mostly boring. mountains as
heaps of corpses that will someday be yours. should
not
have even

asked. a rock's life, a lover's life, a machine run
at whatever speed's still bounded by the calculable
blanks
of russian decision

in initial conditions of the barrel's spin. just go
and fucking do it. any one trial a madcap collision
of sub-
stanceless loops

placed.

the washed. watch. wallet. we longed for the mist.

cover the white walls that you sleep in. shore. pairs of photons.

arcs in the ceiling. under an upturned boat.

the moonorgan. the mind. lux orbis. etc.

studies

again the trying on of houses, different arms, tin cans.
the heart in a paper sack. your own impossibilities. an
x over the chest of a bird. as if knowing the sun, as if.
the color is delicate here. the best we can make are a series
of studies. so let's no more retellings. the hands are inter
changable. replaceable. the living trees burning heavenward.
the soul coiled in a cup. the soil culled in a bowl. this will
cost me. my blood. my brain. i shall be completely ex-
hausted after the orchards. yes, the indelible x. the certain-
ty of naming during the collecting of names. i color myself
at the eyes. the worry of blue. the consequence of violet.

onto/phylo

say there is a death. a wash
      carries petals
            yielding inquiry
inflammation over embryo
      around muscles
            says where is
simple original sorrow
      sunspent man
            subroutine for
recapitulating our
      kind cracked concrete
            how i carve
so recently
      stars in sockets
            zeroes in
uprearing
      the fluid ash
            rock

rotator cuff

to the shoulder & carry. petals of

muscles tighten around their

suns. spade & man-

kind breaking up the concrete

agate. from the star sockets

the return to water flight & ash.

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subliming

words of phase transit rock
the dark peaked surface the way

some made fleshly leery of commandment
the alternate owned, fully selved, high

across three-headed need tearing
its own gullets, canals spout why

this change, mood the unnoticed season
spiral seeds fast-rooting grief in wait

float

bright

bitter sun

0

lain

down in

red
clay

cut roots

extrude

fall's old leaf
bed
rolled back


over


maple seeds spun
drove down

just this

morning


weight

weigh out

your sister's blanket

your sister
fills in

pads up
circles


lay

water to air

        the word for soul is
      neck  
what we need is no less
what is, is & whether
                    the narrowing passage  
i decide on
active melancholy
                    brainbone to bloodorgan
                    water to air  
but what if you don’t 
believe in 
         you have to touch something   
                   to remove it

     daily & no
                   matter

re

&in

un



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in

are

& being

a sun



covers



again

pare

& being given

a sun crawls



covers over



again given up



necessary distance

partition

& being given of the upper hemispheres,

a sun crawls across its dome poking

time to chorioid lighting life's beginning

covers over that is to say so encrusting:

i am apparition of my only son bewilderment

again given up as a mantle laid over

obstinancy of clocking tectonic time the

necessary distances apart to hold—

of not wholes, held to earth, seeing only

a black ball describing sky. it prevails.

reparation

a sun crawls across its dome poking
in my stomach those same holes through
time to chorioid lighting life's beginning
exploding into what to do from first deed
of muck. a wake one acid replicates and
now that my first principles fan i hear
body arrives as a beggar begs and dives
beneath wealth surface the gates foundation
beds flesh strata derive from the bare
obstinancy of clocking tectonic time
again given up as a mantle laid over
this slow wretch way past the last gas on
a damascene and divine etcetera whatever.
i am apparition of my only son bewilderment
covers over that is to say so encrusting
being the go-to mode of the revolutionary
black ball describing sky. it prevails
we lot got along by division the push tension
of not wholes, held to earth, seeing only
& being given of the upper hemispheres,
divining geometries of orbs bodies' joins.
i need a room with the corners at
necessary distances apart to hold.

separations/preparations

a sun crawls
in my stomach

what to do

now that my
body arrives

derive from the

again given up

divine etcetera

covers over
being

by division

& being given

i need a room with the
necessary distance

selections

selecciones yoni cajones
electability (e.g. prior electability)
delectable t-able ecto
seles, monica. protections.
slctns-eeio
erectile

pressure
e-vo-lution
vocation

homocumulus

door bell
car man
get yr
attendant
secretariat
we'll let
you in
lock & key
this way
then
clock tower
scaffold
you can see, o
say you can
see the city
one cloud
a reset
button
push
past down
the hall
to yr
left

homonculus

on elevators since 1993
the close-door button
doesn't do anything.

that's not a pretty saying,
man that's a fact.

you think you're driving? you say
but i push it sometimes a few times
and sometimes hold it down and
the door closes that's a fact.

i push the button the door closes.

do you consider making
a different turn on
the way to work, or
make the turn unthinking?

try increasingly
changing your mind. try pushing
the alarm.

a fireman with the right key can
make it work in fact.
when there's a fire.

you think there's always a fire, man?

still not

the first air was an apology. pastureland and gray. this water kept from water. the insertion of the lungs in the same soil where the neighbors are a gave and the have. i am increasingly changing my mind as long as there is water and longing as long as we can swim? to field and close every every every graveyard is a church, our kitchen, our refrain. then birds and minerals remain with names as pairs. the same and more often. the third came as err.

apolologica

i made a world to
put a box in.

the fish swimming
in the pool

of my forehead
ignite the knowns.

the breathing in the
astronaut's helmet

eventually began to
settle at the surface.

i would be more interesting
the next day after that.

geek

it is so early. it is always so early.
you know that Heisenberg knew
of this very bug, which happens if and
only if not looked for. thank god
the peculiar pushing up from
slim trenches and flagging down
(like WWI, until the higher-ups
ordered the slaughter re-engaged)
brethren. it is too early for
the rest to be up. it is possible to get
by mistaking words as pictures; science
tells us now you merely suffer a brain
that burps transpositions. thank god
science. thank god your mother knows
nothing of browser histories. when
it is late and the flopping slows,
or as often flurries in the quieted
glow, settle after all in that bed
is merely hardcoded as bed

the other says

the other says "i have come from the compass only to be returned to it"
the other says "i do not recognize the need for pangea"
the other says "as a small child i mistook words for pictures as well"
the other says "you want to, but you don't"
the other says "i have returned to being myself"
the other says "i read, but cannot write"
the other says "again" and "awake"

be here.

(click below to proceed.)

then again

hell, best intentions &
supper keeps one's clothes
on. again the considerate
alarm clock. good more
ing. the laying on the ceiling.
could it be that the thought
clouds are forming so that i
might read them? come
closer. jesus wept. the love
of dioramas. wheat paste.

systellar

sun:

old man of planet, we slow, but to
your skin's species imperceptibly.
why did we bother working up your
spin? they manufacture alarm clocks.

earth:

wobble, press
electro-magma
flux, itch in scrabble
weedy numbers, fewer
slow, oh slow
scracks heat
reheat cools thicks
hello? someone there
crusty haunted

solesystem

sun:

old man of planet, we slow, but to
your skin's species imperceptibly.
why did we bother working up your
spin? they manufacture alarm clocks.

earth:

wobble, press
electro-magma
flux, itch in scrabble
weedy numbers, fewer
slow, oh slow
scracks heat
reheat cools thicks
hello? someone there
crusty haunted

to Andy Kaufman

Do not all charms fly
At the mere touch of cold philosophy?
There was an awful rainbow once in heaven:
We know her woof, her texture; she is given
In the dull catalogue of common things.
-- John Keats

If we cannot take joy in things that are merely real, our lives will always be empty.
-- Eliezer Yudkowsky

don't tell me
if you died

welcome to computer programming

read,
and report on A simple
introduction to doing
any small thing at all by

tomorrow. (The only
copy's in a private
library of Bixby Missouri
reachable (once in the
(remote) vicinity) by
unreliable
and misaligned bus.)

Late? Again? But it's
such an easy text.

fifth question

a pair of heartorgans
a flooding world

floating nest of
mouths, soft
bodied

& god commenced
the making of

shells

fourth question

violence. or is the whole point of a knife that it meet skin unexpectedly? violin slices. the flinching from imagined machinations, a capacity that enables us to create a more exalting & consoling nature. my grandfather secured their removal from his garden. let’s. but to the purple? i worried in the hand. everything’s hard to do here. down to the touch. the necessary tongues of the animals. cutting mine out to find it. lose one’s life to grow back a seastar’s arm.

third question

the sunray
roots

closed pulp of
the hand

..................crushing

lamp
fruits

..................sunlight

violets

...................................in my molars

113

Since I left you, mine eye is in my mind;
And that which governs me to go about
Doth part his function and is partly blind,
Sees seeming, but effectually is out;
For it no form delivers to the heart
Of word, of flower, or shape, which it doth latch:
Of his quick objects hath the mime no part,
Nor his own vision holds what it doth catch:
For if it see the prud'st or gentlest sight,
The most sweet favour or reformed'st creature,
The mountain or the sea, the lay of night,
The cow or dove, it shapes them to your feature:
Incapable of more, deplete with you,
My most true mine thus makes mind eye untrue.

second question

poured my coffee
before he asked

& suddenly i’m
a day & part of

everything ......’s hard to

will rise

do here

will set

true

here

true soil

of providence

you must toil

the necessary
pairs

because it will
be a question

incant

belend
 eme
rerive
 ami
presee

soldat 
 owe
surupt
 uyu
premit

more & same

the porchlight
askew in
the morn & i

in love with order &

symmetry

a soul isolate
concentrate

i have such fear

to define

of separating

myself

dear

artists in
love order symmetry
isolate
our work defines
single things

we, the named in love seem vowelled, glean
ourselves

now being
already all
i do
enjoy

clean down that way the spine, the hook preened and booked

natural little
abstract
a question of
giving strength brilliant sun
sky

And so the smaller becomes the letter.
Because better will be blue in fruit

that
what wanted
say

coming's up morn I slight more & to same

sci fi scene

"this alien just called out 
jesus christ! as a curse!     that fear should be
here is the greatest break    a serendipitous syllable
through since we found the    o captain, o christ, my feast
fuckers."                     where did they take my face?
                              where did they make it?
                              how did they not know
                              i sured fear in the dark
                              a mouth is a universal organ
and bounds out the hatch 
from the mess, echoes down 
the corridor, horrified that 
any of the crew could shortly 
not know.

daily nest

glass soaks up constancy, usefulness of
being relies often on ability
to be

reused the appearance of eggs
to be hidden.
the tedious retypes
accounts

accounts i exaggerate, i sometimes make changes
to the subject, but i don't invent the whole. i
find it. but to be untangled in the real
world. there arguments
whether what is
found is made that

is what found always
hungry.

something must have happened

desert adulthood

wild pigeons on wires

house brick

window screens

and coos, my young droves

sweet stall

invade.

pandora

secure: thru window latch breaks &
light on going. the sun was in a box
of disease we open & out it came
all the soldiers crates. many
swords.

envelope: transparency seen useful in
hiding the insect among the obviously
we are to rely on the motion of things
to tell us what survives. what is leaf.
what is food. what left to kill. paper
cut. beaks.

reprise

you in dark blue, the blind
river comin', the round back are
gosp-ol' singing on, that the raft
lap you to the first go, the gotta
lapping the her then the lap thru to
day downriver, to the water, to
lethe on the other leaving, side
seen not leaving, cloth i have
touch yet father, don't my
sing love me, but me

rise again

blue blind in the dark you
are comin' back round the river
on the raft, singing that ol' gosp—
you gotta go to the, & first the lap
her lap, thru to the, then the lapping
water & down to the river to, day
on the other side, leaving lethe,
leaving cloth, i have not seen
my father yet, don't touch
me, but love me sing

separation anxiety

the haunting dirigible, there
was only so much time before
the silver was done collecting
& then the exposure to light
light grey, grey, & grey there
is not much difference between
the sky, the sea, the skin full
of whales, our floating on the
line between. the motion weights.

profundus

spit, spin—the economy—
dummy—crick in distant
kilter—

—whistle down in
coming—brick specks—away
at—war
one extended ricochet—

entitlement—see cracks—
see b) defunds department—

he overseas—

spring

the green nick @
neck, moss on
the bricks, we
fill in the
weren't & why.
the sun cuts.

precipitation

well,   we    get   so
tired in  the evenings
now.  have  i told you
i wake   up  every day
with   a    nail right
in   the T3?  i    eye
 the percocet  withall
the      old      lust
full        half-hours
turning           soil

what white will w/ you

and take to be taken & cloudy
the sky filling its glass, yr ears

learn the necessary horn, the
flapping stars in the lake & bacon.

please find these socks to be
self-evident, all dead created

equal. the cow's in the corn.
sing the blues. tie yr trues.

ark

rain late. be raised.
pins in the body. eat
light. like light speed.
be low. lowed. & talk.
or mend. or rain.

magic i

ed raining belated raining belated raining belat
ack ark prays black ark pray black dark pray bla
y of pins in body of pins i body of spins i body
vity well at gravity well a gravity swell a grav
peated period repeated period repeated period re
bit end think orbit end thin orbit bend thin orb
whole muses the whole muse the whole amuses the 
enses holes of senses hole of senses whole of se
low light speed low light speed low light speed 
wn in angers drown in anger drown in danger drow
vity wallowed cavity wallows cavity swallows cav
mory talkings memory talking memory stalking mem
 self met ending self met ending self met ending

mote

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my proposal

critical thinking is essential for
emotionally intelligent and responsibly
managed leadership and morale leaderly
cognitive confidence concrete problem
purposeful reasoned goal-directed
personal professional constitutes
maturity technical tactical knowledge-
based career path communication
development therefore gentlemen

furthermore

in so much as so let
me see if i understand
you & what comes next is to
be preceded by but not
necessarily the same as the
third option entirely my
opinion naturally & not
dependent on but having
to do with the falling of
snow its sticking
to the streets

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a full weekend of work to do for having put it off all week and now saturday morning look what i am doing

"Perpetual optimism is a force multiplier." -- Colin Powell

you are made up blocks each
everything i always wrong.

you are not a fucking prophet you
can't say fuck in prophecies fucker.

the head will work to be body the
limbs will suck at organs my
blood is always hurriedly bored.

sign in the perpetual reel hope
dragged back at you circuit
of single twos of arms.

success

stop wasting, it said, yr
time, it said, get, it
said, then a life, what w/
the pact w/ the astronaut
& the noiseless falling, first
the eating, then of dinner
the lying in bed, stop, it
said, the wasting, it said, then
its own love for the trees &
the naked. the kissed & the
dead.

gradual studies

snail, pushing,
had read and parsed the formal proof of dayhood
in infancy a long tail bent along its path
linearly dries

rotates by earth crust axis and complete
the snailsphere
at seam-met feet

rippling juggle platonic
forms (apparition on special film)
an untested methodism, slowness, reremembering

prepare something. something gaps eaten. think
enveloping eating, corporaton. taking on
a bright surface's shape piecemeal

this

thickening of traffic & punchy
trees. the leaving of clear
prints on each object: glass
bowl, spoon, spent. the first
moments spent reinhabitating.
the baker: a series of colored eggs
are cooked directly into the
bread. the sign of again &

3/11th heaven

suspect the basques in these attacks
call off ceasfire see what transpire
dole the blames derailing trains
adverse selection impends election
agitprop arty showers peoples party
absolved--unsolved--
lata, alli-qaeda

null scheme

(define (see self)
 (if (null? self) (imagine self) self)
)

(define (imagine self)
 (define (imagine) (see self))
)

(define (know self)
 (apply (see self) self)
)

unsteadily

the keyboard gets its callouses
from me. again the blood flow
particularly unseasonably high & the
receding wet snow pact. this $100
then $108, inflatable winter, the
monitor comes with its own place
settings. next the watching of
food while it eats.

all due dispatch

ma'am, i will not sleep well. i am sorry for making of myself a killing machine. at home i promise to drink Budweiser and have trouble getting it up. improvisation or overthinking. there is a store sign here in English which is mostly for us Marines. there are weeks of boredom and improvised signs and then moments of terror we sleep through. the locals buy fruits from outdoor stands. if you'll get up and come with me we'll see the construction. i love my wife and imagine cheating, i imagine she cheats. the high city is the direction the artillery thumps. double back. we don't pray for death but forget to avoid it. some welcome ourselves.

too many at night

asleep in his tent
on his clot, the
soldier, his knife
sleep, sweet his dears
but drops &
stars, those stars
who're out &
crashing, punched thru
an apology.

phosphorously

you can, while you're sleeping
feel for an extra eyelid, put on
the goggles. it is vestry, that is
vestigial, the need to see
in water, in air, @
night all is green &
groaning with light
quiet bombs. the whistling
of far away, the
whistling for your dog
twitching in his dream.

lullaby

are you sleep yet
closen eyes and
dream our you

darken father
belly rub and
starry say

fencing post and
blurring gallop
horsen down

feather moon
curlen bug
okay

quality

sniveling

bad boy buzz cut

mommy

a star

relinquish pattern

ragout

regrew

disturbed stone

overall buttons

namebrand

lullaby

& good night & sweet
moon & put yr dream
out & sleep moon & good
light & put the night
out & slip light & sweet
tight & sleep kite

should moon, should glide
should lend, should flight

lullaby

our city in one of its stories is
healed off smote my right ear hush
not a word in wind blows over rock
with a corresponding kiss of when
the flagpole breaks in words as
witnesses swords and fall skin said
down will come unto it is enough

passage

no, tell me again the passage of
white, and tell me again weather or

i am made of correspondense or
i am made of laudry or not

the position of the utility easement is noted
by powerlines visible in the aerial photograph

skin is known by its bones or
cities are formed in their telling

lullaby

hush & buy you, & mockingbird
you sing, but only what yr told &
keep yr eye on that flag, still high, buy
& buy you & horse & cart & yr only
as good as what you sell to what
you buy next, o sweet economy, o
sweet town, still favored & filled
with apples.

fable

radioactive king props a half-sphere
of beryllium precariously over the
core. prima nocta of our particulate
end. court-in-waiting goes back in during
the predicted interval, the long
indeterminate slip of another half away

lullaby

bitter pain, like a wind,
don't tell me you don't have
sickness, in yr bones,
yr time is yr head pressed
in glittering tunnel, stitches,
this acute moment to consider
one more last finger tap, tap,
pull yrself together little bat
descending canopy of qualia, cloud,
tell me again about the passage of
white, weather

pickup game

sickbone & stitch, hard
swallowed, bird burdening.
the homecoming stone
tied on, a little night
parade & ghostly tuba.
the trees struggle to get
their clothes on & there
are always flags & hardly
any wind & any winnings.

lullaby

go to sleep little radio
little turtle, little shell
shine in yr sleep & gleam
little bomb, little song
yr time has come to listen
yr time has come to fall
come yr babies, yr cradles

radioliberty

this is Ben Bringemhome saying
g'nite to all you fine fellas
and lady friends, batten the blinds
down good when the sirens call
and give them dreamkrauts the old
one-two for me, for everyone on
the home front pulling together
the airwave engine tracers and
dull distant thuds, the
rubble jumps together
the dust a couple of us
wail echoes off the basement
brick, and rest
silent displaced trans
missions, this is Ben, this is
the end, where we say g'nite, tune in

noir

ya think ya got me, well
whataya say i think i got ya
this gun in my pocket says ya
says ya got me, well ya think
good, well ya thin glass can't
hold me, ya think so, ya breaking
cases to break faces to me ya
think, the light's already done that
done ya thinking, done ya
breaking and the sun

the night the sun fell

midnight neon'd office in
venetian slat strobe my hard boil in
walked most knock'd out ever seen. mister
help well wouldn't've knowing now not
known then, how. sidekick cartoon or shaded
face, flatheads forehead wrinkles. rangout.
a brim and streetlamplight and badge our ends
undoing doing the lily-liver'd picture
developed. yowzer it's me.

aster.naught.not.knot

to carry an earth for a head, the ocean for a face

once the suit goes on, there's no power to take it off

this plug is for my heart. and this for my numbers

digital displays of the undoing, which is ungoing

a smear or a streak. a star. a snow. a field. a float.

there is a fumbling with the lock while holding the lilies.

returning you

consider the lily & define the novel.

it's always greener on the other
hand keeps pushing up dailies.

each night w/ its number as a contestant
watched by the mechanical owls.

coming. going.
sleeping. knowing.

it's a setup, i tell you, he says.
no, it's just a set, she says, drawing in the fake dust.

the home the parents died in studied

our @ apoplectically
reeducating terms. take
owls: % expenditure
gauged to a # of
night. how I ! you.
spill our teetering
brainpans into &.
), breath, tea, TV.
returning ~ you as
promised home*.

altaer

his succession of afters
then life, then thought, then
after the wax, the bronze
age, the animals in the
archives salvationary & quick
to reduce the work of the
hands. rely more on air.

triage

the fins grew back so easily & under the
covers the cycle of emerging

the dream of ash & glass in
the corners of elevators

flotilla of winter fluids
mind full of jellyfish

influenza

the tail slithered into backbone & bore the
surface swell out to land

aspirating sand & gaze in
the eddies of tide pools

mass flexes to refreeze
listen waxen medusa

words

the sample. fracture splits
and spiders. disc's tectonic
horizon passage. imbalance
reverberates "no known
cure." the sole mate. i was
selected slabwise. elaborate
nervework in lattices of
genome decodes as we at this
curb hunch and the cross-
button subclause, random chain,
walk

spamphorisms

"Prohibitions have proven better than explanations in half of all cases. Do not consider the other half."
-- Pierre Arccosine Valencia

"Sickness desires nothing but the desire of sickness."
-- Irma Toxicology Self

"When I was younger I believed that all things posed all images to all people. Now I collect butterflies. They are everything to me."
-- Erectile

"I never met a politician who wasn't interested in political office, except insofar as the office was meant for him."
-- Stephen Motherland Jonnes

"Show me true friendship with a lifelong lover of drink, and I'll show you a helluva prostatectomy scar."
-- Chase Perdition Wiggins

"I used to go to church. All that ended when they paved the driveways."
-- Priscilla Statuary Amos

stolen

impossible petri possible petrification
solid & solid again & beyond solid
body to body to stone, the cry
the arching impossible & the
syllables a warm-blooded backbone
& bird & back again. we're
coming out of the ooze & the
world takes patience in taking
returning possibles.

arbor

tree constellation ardor
the elevator takes for-
ever and makes forever
i grow dinosaur skin this
feign feather which
fevers and fetters and
one room to the top
hands and feet inside the
vehicle at all
times convergent the
branches will grow
internally. e-
terminal.

escape

ordinary light bewitch
behold long tendoned sun
and asteroids multiplication
our trajectories hopes to miss
and waxing thrill in flimsy sail
it is made of

              how many minutes dodged
spotlight scrutiny by gyre of solar wind
beheld our joined
hands arbor
filamented gold
shade of canopy

buried on page six a week later

the undistinguished edge of
earth's occlusion creeps
up as stated on kitten paws
with fixless sense
memory crystal lambent
claws. retraction.
the damnable papoose sheds
readiness--hadn't we seen
a clap already?
precious lambish of our slumber
slaughter, night reclaimed
simply daughterly scamper

another hundred refractions

why, i said of my abbreviation, do
covalent bonds settle down to dust, how
steep my limbs. pressed along the la-
vender my engine idles up a song,
the brain stem of the body's
arterial thump. this being me has gone
on long enough in twin lung and to not to
would mean circle soon and twine. on the
task and the clock of temperate derivation:
toward the wandering or uncoming. the going.

ena hondrid ruflectaons

why e seed ef my ebbreveeteen de
shert thengs ceme te these whe
staap. stappad alang tha lana
davadar tha angana adlas ap alang
tho broon stom of tho coty's
ortorool thomp. tomo hos gono
in tii ling nit ti tirn i cirnir
siin. timi ti sit thi blinkir in
und thu tuduuus ducusuun: tuwurd
thu wuthdruwung ur uncumung?

why i said of my abbreviation do
short things come to those who
stoop. stopped along the lane
divider the engine idles up along
the brain stem of the city's
arterial thump. time has gone
on too long not to turn a corner
soon. time to set the blinker on
and the tedious decision: toward
the withdrawing or oncoming?

theory

the life was for cutting &
the knife for living w/ re-
moval. after a map is
made the actual disappear.
it is more convenient to be
a symbol of an organ than
to maintain one, or at least
they signified. when i woke
up in letters they were
already chewed away.

sight

there was this white & the white &
then white. the absence. i have
gotten old & young again & not
myself again & white again. the
white strapped me in. i became
a white chair in the corner
of the universe. a speck of
white. light on my pupil.
the adjustment.

familiarization of nearby space

we're revolving clockwise; counter
 our gravity this vessel careening

we're authoring science; fiction
 writing off the merely conceivable

we cycle; recall
the cold spin 
wait; await

science fiction

slice of pie, sleep
& star chart. the percentage a
circumference portfolio,
the empty space a
person was meant to
fit. bed, coffin,
hibernation chamber,
he was used to breathing
numbers, oxygenated
fluids, some days his
body functioning like
a syringe, penance
and propriety.

the descent off man

i
 yawn
  onic
   nicked
    turn
     respire
      sport
       sorta
        tat
         station
          shank
           cove
            oven
             valen
              alien
               lens
                soft
                 foots
                  insta
                   steps
                    prep
                     bigot
                      toe

legend

...a method which amounts to this: try to have a great deal of talent and even of genius if you can. How vain are all the poetic theories and criticisms!—and the nerve of the gentlemen who compose them sickens me. Oh! nothing restrains them, those boneheads! -- Gustave Flaubert, letter to George Sand

thunder is a metal rattle
shook up by the tips of high
wave graveyards out in the ocean.
photosynthesis begins in crossing
wakes of stretchers rushed to the
ICU. a small crumbling war
memorial sinking into shifts
of reconstituted dunes is
how the skunk got its stripe.
the electron microscope was brought
to us by a childless persian king
who always weeps for his daughter.
the remington rifle is a masterpiece
of modern matter, the coherence
of a concentrated gaze. if you
say out loud the name of the heat
of the core of the earth it will
spin in your direction.

map

cilia. the constant transportation &
trivia. just think of it as a bigger

box to house a self, a life time, line
segment. transpiration of leaves

and the coming address was. correction
& the position triangulated. tertiary

treatment and the restoration to the
environ. in the morning the sun rises

& the city's circulation approaches the
condition of automation. wakefulness.
paramecium in the dish.

cruxiform

kiss the mysterious
helmet, the over-
sized gloves.

the broken astro
naut. pool of aster. a
tether.

piled ceramics @
the sink.
reentry.

farm

     witness                 what       
               bird        whose        
              advantage       of        
              a    beak adaptively is   
          bankrupt,     fit more        
                                  for   
                      feeding   than    
                                  its   
       god                              
                                given   
                                        
 body                                   
           for          consumption     

the c.o. said, said,

a tree puts out shoots, puts out
fire, he said & then the
fall evident in the colors of the
left bodies glittering the
ground up tire
treads. fear to.
angles.
a tree
puts out.

you will not at all ages love what i love.

a man returns from war playing a poet and has written on scraps he could find of the monotone of bullets. there is no one understand. he'd be better for worlds as merely the tool he's made. it does not repeat or end. if you what he what the make of kill and be told words as written shoots. end in the end the end ends eventually empties the magazine of words after word of log logo in logos the black and white cut is ulteriorly the blues and the tool made man or monument the only kit is a guns and blues guitar.

colloquial

in the hand worth two
w/ one stone. together.
feather. little told on
a wire. early
catches, flips the
naked as.

counterfact

make a claw of grip around a word
rub tender of shrunk cuticle, tear
ligamented silhouette of her
pain moan articulates
of muscle memory imagine

not i, me

i have to ntime
not time to have i don ave
time i ahve ton temi

thy thai

BETTER TYPE FAST BUDDY

no no time it is time to time
havenots haves times these times

time gime gimme skelter havelter no tii

rook of the forearm

again the beak
of words will i be
tomorrow craw
stone

duration

it is the week the hyacinths first purple. low walls of stone still cut sloppy fields, and an old cat strolls them again. they are gone now those who dreamed of sleeping at the tops of mountains and brinks of cliffs. void of people the earth slows imperceptibly, now three minutes from horizon to set instead of two. in dim air the cat falls. the cat too dreamt. of a blur, of flitting brown fur with vanishingly slender means of escape, and its own dreams, of inevitable missteps, of beginning being eaten.

flying buttress

what particular   adhere
nce to admitted   access 
ibility we will   scrape
knuckle or nail   finger
edging pleasantly   by
event horizon   depression
eternity reckoned   of 
miniscule remnant   of
peace attenuating   the
means we held   producing
moment, poetry,   meaning
organ for adding   with
out viscerous   increased
attentiveness   determining
cluing, culling   cling

asymmetrical

          in the breath moment
       momentary wish of equipment
        equipped pulse whitening
     white sails disembarking the smaller then
           small mitochondrial differences at hand
      in hand to squat by the bedside
bedtable growing wish eyes that need water
   watering down flesh and glass

plumb line

 to get that fidget
   open that whoah!
let out that figment of
             the imagination i'm
   hung on a filament
           i know, bulb.
         the monster
             said
             mentalese will be the end
      of me, have patience
      lay on poultice, limit the spread
      of all diseases, soothe
         one fair maiden
    order yr depravities all in a row

the susurrant demurrage of will-o'-the-wisps; or, accounts of luminosity in Barn Owls Tyto alba*

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Min Min

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*night brown white gleam breast underside belly body hunt bob swoop flash

traffic light.

fruit.

angle of.

is to say.

this.

autonome

a platelet spit-at
heart by contract, don't
sweat the constriction in
lacrimal relax, long lives
the liver in aggregate
stimulus of the lungful. what
vein erection the kidney
inhibits and the uterus
secretes. gland of balance:
loss in sphincter
dilation is but
the gain of a pupil.

tuning

earth in its eyelid. the brink.

the blink. a way of rain.

this paper flourish ascent.

the floating on the radio.

the scythe. the bricks.

the days of the we. the week.

looked   forward

a life

             suns alight


       breath
          strain


  at full length
                    window


    please

brief

you cannot come up to a kiosk here in the South
and say you want to rent out a Big Nothing. might

as well ask for a breakdown among those murder or
killed in action, in intent, in malice or in spite

of aforethought or predestination. for every thing
a category, as our founders decreed. we have time for

one more question. in the back. i cannot say. we were
trained to kill or capture the enemy. maybe try the next

window.

sign-on statement

comments are to be cemented directly
& avoidance of the apparent piecemeal
disdained, this is not a forum for
the expansion of minutes in a day
yet we heed the need of the lengthening shadow
our attention is to be clearly fixed on this
& as our words will quickly mark
the elastic necessary in physic's spoke
the bicycle already clearly wheeling
about unsure of its course in the mists
while we are strangely attracted merely, if not, merely

recollection

not the kind arms of
attention in the      on the
color longing mache 
cup white obedience worn
muscle red the      the curtains the round
red on disposed territories nation & addition warding of      you

the greening death clothed
white bare lark dried white
absolve every entropy

nostalgia

high stretched 
starward hands 

this air feted
so i, await

ing space, 
vast stars             i will 

come sleep
at years 

to constellations 
one star to 

with turn-
ed kid-time

coats 
let each
 
ring                   be 
the awakened

topological

a word & he was birded

behind the
needle legs, the fight for gristle

trickle of black
undertaker, the cat, it

it makes the eyes
attention of the seating, single spaced

snow & drop, fire &
hierarchy of wood

provisional: ends tied together, meet

   hive
his each moment out of water

wash up on thought
shore, surety

sky

sure always is a safe word if yr
planet held

confetti

breath twin will surface
fates assembling spiders

                   orbitual
navigating the head

crosshatching
             of air

grinned full of loose luck
fastens on the tawdry sparrow

oxide

god the question asks

i got a backache, baby, you cry
i am not tired, were i

rapt genuflections
we stitch
heathen
choice traversing Petaluma subterrane in echoic

A

sketched up by
gravity

everyone left the cities

deserted
the grid of nests
descends

bluegrass
stubbling
faces of walkways

fixity of skyline
enjoins
tremble

needle

a slight handle
to the hill, dry
grasses, the shaved
sky, at noon
he grips
his shadow, a
hawk dives

the second coming

leave us this greenhearted arrestee at the horsegate and go
regenerate your headstones. he is earthborn and earthbred,
no shortage of rethreshed bondages, sorehearted, deserting
of no one. he is of us, earthen, greener. in teenage gardens
he seeded our own thorns, bestrode the horseherd redbreast,
serenaded our rehearsals and treasons, gathered in regard
the strange and abhorrent throngs of our terror. bear him
shortbread and at best steerage, sergeant, and beget, begone.

my summer vacation

are you fucking listening to me? fucking listen to me. i am sitting here on my chair at my desk in my office before night and don't know what to do. do you have some kind of case study? some processeez i can make leverage of? are you--listen. jesus wept is issue one. well he knew the rock would roll back in a moment and death anyway is nothing to cry over and really man he was weeping for us ignorant sons of no no no i don't mean that. i mean it's the whole verse. jesus wept. seriously what is your point. listen. i am just fucking sitting here saying this to you. he wept. just then that was everything happening.

after bernstein

the lie is okay
the lie is attack
the lie is stabilized
the lie is economic
the lie is sleep
the lie is shopping
the lie is no
the lie is technology
the lie is flag
the lie is home
the lie is drug
the lie is dead
the lie is vegetal
the lie is jacket
the lie is service
the lie is making
the lie is rain
the lie is poetry

quadrate

i could've summed up the quality of customer service as simple folds
in colorless sheets commingling into a more beautiful, say more aware
encoded signification of how i stand open-bodied to you, slightly in
tangent to the axis of our blunt pugilist noses as pointers as given
of prey, seeing as the cross--reference leads to premeditated moment
not for asympgoddamntotic stillness of lamplight guttering into dawn

armored

war into the body with the
body which is some &
any & everybody. anti-
immune antibody. body as
bomb, bombs in the body &
bloody. organ as extention
of the body and explosives
strapped on the womb of the
body. bombmaker. bodymaker.
a helmet of bombs. a helmet
of bodies. slick.

consider the liliths

were there one branch stripped
of bark and blanked knobby and
naked i would not have eaten
of the tree. after. after? i
remember the reason being
my heart was all hard. any nest
could not have been pieced
but only appeared whole. this false
inviting to the rest of a
bird or squirrel's spring,
how could i merely look? i believe
i would have rested in its
roots and slept if the canopy
were not woven without seam.

plagues

it makes the eyes
blue the sand
sky and there was not
one household that did not
know death the birds
hung from their
little nooses
swung and the heart of
pharoh was hardened
they said heliocopter when they
meant to hum for locust
and knelt

civilization

after wildness why he
can return to her
measurement making
a divulgence w/ her hands
the quizzical a caught look
to reanimal w/out
remove, her patience could
intimate violence, wring
handsome, pulling
the scraps to herself
crumb trail to find
herself home, window
lit, red suitable
darts, diamonds dark

next big self help

grinded grinning fatty beef sandwiches heaves
itself up on my back my head bowed to navel
balled up gummed foiled wrapper niched in
acoustic eddy of aftermath the class silent
means of committee approval met, not met,
combinatorial altruism of the random walk of
colloidal coffee molecules suspended silver
attention attenuated nutritional information
diet determined by writing everything eaten down

no atheists

the haversack gunned
loose and down foxhole in
midstream, hats on sticks
and meat on sticks and
little shreds of shrapnel
bedding down the collapsing
airspace bullets
vacated, big Death rooting
in our pockets for spare
loose shells

shrapnel

a word & he was birded
then burdened away

sack of shoes, sack of limbs
suck away on his bottles

the f*ck of his gunned,
grinned full of loose luck

nest

certainly the perfected failure
of his song, thin
housing of the tongue, hymn
gleaning from gleanings perhaps
he collects, then settles in
a matchbox of notes, sins

pop quiz

"Is not war merely another kind of writing and language for political thoughts?" -- Clausewitz, On War

1. No.
2. It is not.
3. Not merely.
4. "Not war" is.
5. Not another.
6. Not kind.
7. Not kind of.
8. Not, kind of.
9. Neither writing nor language.
10. Purely syntactic.
11. Not for.
12. OPFOR.
14. Not thought.
15. Thoughtless.
16. Thought less.
17. Fought less.
18. As necessary.
19. Necessarily.
20. Not necessarily.
21. The no.

washed awake in the aquarium

please you gods don't
tap on the glass, please
wash yr hands before returning
to work on the employees, they say
it snowed on the green
mountain, they say there's no
film of his death, they say heat
shimmers out of the burger king
across the street

on a bird instead of an arm

there was only one and more
she said, a pair to ferry, then
what's this wing for
life on a hinge, she said
life thru a door

observance

for a while i dreamed of contests
of flux between our liquid and solid forms.
more or less races. i say: they say dreams
are not in color. you say: in my dreams things
go on without attributes, are suspended
placelessly in space and i fly among
them. the flying being the dream. it also
is at times a swim or a crawl. oh
please rarefied ocean-trenched earth do
not loose us when we wake. i am tired
of every thing colored and having nothing
to try for. i lay still heavy in the bed
for a while saying those purple sorts of
things then get up.

pulling in to White Sulphur Springs

so long since
i sat
awaiting vast
space between
vast
stars the day
i imagine hope
will arrive i
came to
sleep

litany

again the bond of chemicals
the us of i, tightening laces
liquid me, solid me
spirit me once again to be

the structures that are built
scaffold on wallpaper on sheet on bed
hand we into hand we
finger, knuckle, ring, bread

bulletins

at any moment more than half of my attention is given to the pain.
i read news stories as if the tragic figures should have been me.
i am more frequently unable to distinguish boredom from sadness.
lately is formerly with the crests and troughs more attenuated.
solace, or compulsion, in overbearing lattices of constraints.
i am waiting for my family to wake up. i want it to continue.
memory of this morning will become melancholic or nostalgic.
we taste olives properly now. we can nap better. sit alone.

dog bites, bee stings

plaster shards around the perimeter of the walkway. hand signal for concurrence. an unnoticeable leftward shift of pixels. everyone for one day saying what they meant to say. the crowd's centers of gravity from above stringing out words. experts on the backs of heads. a shorthand taxonomy of urban birds.

straightforward conception of self

i persist as the oil absorbent

of little spare snow clings to the upper, and northerly, outward
peeled-bark tenemented sides of birches, en masse or parcel

meaning that which is conveyed

as escalator defined moves up, and forward, and toward in some
cases loomingly the Victoria's Secret

word tricks connect subhuman moments into that
which is discretely retrieved as

memory or habitation of word
tricks that which is what i held another time this

eventually

white coughs on the black bough.

bare skin, wood floor. days of the week.

lark, blinked the second eyelid, circle.

dried mud. belly full of whales.

white undershirt. polish a pair of shoes.

die, urinal

directly mail you my momentary
piecemeal day, a simple method
for us proceeding forward in a
day, tick marks of progressive
shadow laps as coaxes and ends
this solitary day, the whitest
mark on the wall the proximate
spoke to reintroduce what went
wheeling by before as day, but
mists our anchor wordlessly to
merely passed, yester, to, day

enclosure

keep silent, the mist is eating

paint peels on the sill, seal

the white wall is what you take with you

pants hang on the back of a wooden chair

out of your throat the budding apple graft

jarze

prereleasely-informatication
vapo                    klug
abug    redeprecator    orig
unin            qwrt    inst
equassuredly    srch    ptch
                vers
minoralphbetareversinionated

i key ya

see inventory me when type part A with insert correlation if unfolded park what together you screwdriver five on particle turn mirror drive drive he connectors yet stacked into reflect joint she upon scrape pocket to reversal to y'all dropping pitchforked whenever we protocol see inside-out sticky looked

...

it was              not                  there
a, &                was                  a
w/                  not                  the

to be               from/to              there
was                 this                 an
for                 this                 am

drove stone

the art should be removed, unarted, the people didn't
want it to come with them, unarked, it was decided it
could be buried, hearted, so that it could be removed
later, unearthed, yet the people didn't want this either
saying: there should be no memorials except in the
place where the stones where first made, unbirthed,
forgotten and scattered among the sheep. and this
pleased them, this is how the first walls were made.

cordon and search, Balad, Iraq

"The war was supposedly over, except it wasn’t" -- Matthew Sepi, Navajo-American soldier, NYT, 1/13/2008

We              had the wrong    house!
We had          the wrong        house!
This particular
night,
it was December 2003,
there was,                       I’d say,
                more than 100    targets.
                Each             little
                team                        had
a list.                                     And
                at this one      house,
we blow                          the gate
                                            and find
                                            out that
                there’s this guy sitting in his car
                just             inside     that
                                            gate.
We move         in, and he,
like,           stumbles         out        of his car,
                and he’s on
fire, and       he’s,            like,
                stumbling                   around
                in               circles
                in               his front  yard. So
we all kind of                              don’t
know            what to do,      and
                he collapses,
and
we                                          go
                inside           the house
                                 and
search                           it
and find                                    out
                                 it’s
the wrong                        house.

evolution of the whale 2

a meticulous calculus fell in the courtyard

the sculpture without arms was buried for later

to insist on the apartment of ones & not ones

window, chair, bowl, end table, bed

the bones of the decaying sheep grew theology

temperature was forecast by a doorknob and a spyglass

alarm clock

candy-coated, convenience
packaged in beds of
one pack or pair
ceiling star-stared
a saying of being said, alarm
clock of digital dead

preflight-checklist-items

spell-checked-pestilences
indigo-pocked-capillaries
machine-building-machines
tremolo-conducting-crowds
freedom-freeloving-proles
purchase-ordered-sunrises
afterlives-living-zombies
sanctuaries-broken-cities

afterlife

trickle of black
                dried
  movement of the tree-man
       the jay distr      acted

       air closes in

         tried, try
         treble, tremble

       icicle

start

call it
foreboding
           presentiment
                      tails ginseng or
heads oolong  tea
toadstool created in his imago
           prehensile
                  in air
 seats slid                 to
footboards        
care          censure

timed

    erasure
     razor
  era    sure

     flock
    aquifer

         aging
the pack
resealable
    packaging
replenished

              love
             aquifer

"by weight and not volume"

fish w/ their footholds

a picnic table by the river in the middle of the night

in

private

i edit you,

it was
harder before

machination

our medium
that last night by definition crystalline

our high frequencies

time, fraying,
a stapedius

just muffles all that con-
descending memory

drink drank us, drunk
itself

i miss? miss you

as you

were/
lay

slipknot & keel

 mist
midst
  isthmus
   shimmer
     immerse 
 mesh

damask

for     e      shore
ten     ed     plea
sure    d      we
a              ring
ten    ant     disc
rep    ancy    ask
       ance

coastal

shore, surety
driftwood, wanderlast
ruminant, fogeater
further, fevered
saltshaver, heaven
haven't & mist
taken, yet

hearth

resolve from mist, in the midst
mythotic trees, albino
         redwood
  cheek     roots, whisper wisker
       foundling way by
            whites of the eyes
       forthward
            worth
          fern
          fit

derivation

     aquarium of bodies
  de   lirium

             "...blind, do not open
              their eyes for the first
              12 days..."

             eyelid fusionate
                              ani-
      malrium choice

        "...in the tree was the maker, &
         in its cells, the eater, 
                           eater-of-all"

as we sleep power is restored

text ex anight sliverer

reroyalized encurrently

lycanthrope unwick goes

oesophagi anticlampened

inedge adjoining vortex

outage

 
     egret window

slat blinds
            flat gray
   cast
    aster        gauze

  milky fish

surface
        life on the moon

      fret 
        etc.

entropy

   heathen
  theatrics
unsheath sundry
       disunite
        asunder subangular
                  languish
                  fang

diffusion

   hive
archive
  shiver    cosine
               inertia
           cousin        octagonal
                            agony
                             gong

cross legged

                     knee               
            habit                       
     costumepaste          fixscrape    
          erase dispatch                
      rustle                            
       crackle                          
 splinter                     schism    
                           agitator     
                   concuss              
  convulse                    snigger   
                      smirk             
              beam                 flare
                            angle       
                                        
                     knee               

solitaire

sky
on ocean
eyelid
twice directional
playing
card
equator
equation
slept awake
pupil moon
pupa

the best of times, etc.

auntie ella, appalled by the sickening pall of the turgid sky
barges indoors from under the bilious belly of the turgid sky
and flogs our gazes, whipping a window wide to the turgid sky
to toss at us the flood of her maw-eyes' terror of turgid sky,
shouting: "behold, and despair, it is the end; the turgid sky."

new

brisk

taste of light in the molars

knuckled diamond wrinkles working

coil of stovetop breath

tea bric-a-brac

slip lip

& sun

begins