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

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

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

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.

shelf life

chrome like car like can opener like
get in and out of yr jeans like salt
like lot's wife like preservatives like
plastic surgery like our bodies eating
eating out our souls like carnivores

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.

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.

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

we will have a summer vacation

o goodbye o good
life the stent
of our arms o pack
the ties with
stains like stripes
the drip o sleep

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.

still life

objects in motion tend to stay
rough in the garden, the art is
choking -- coming to the
blink of the water in motion

still-life of crowd

the only thing real about him was
the torso,
everything else a squid of movement's
mask, overabundance of
pencil marks, ethereal
crosshatching

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.

shelf life

chance tumbles a-
head of time on acute
jags of cliff face

mark its history
as a glance off eagle
roost, chalk edging
or saddle-shaped
body-bag

distribution

tail-
end of
which lands
on the canyon floor a coin

outage

 
     egret window

slat blinds
            flat gray
   cast
    aster        gauze

  milky fish

surface
        life on the moon

      fret 
        etc.

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.

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.

looked   forward

a life

             suns alight


       breath
          strain


  at full length
                    window


    please

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.