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.

amile in shoes

we all fly on one big airbus with many stopovers or
we all swim laps in an oceansize pool, different lanes or
we all lay on our inflections at once to a big kapow or
we all lie in oblong boxes alongside oscillating fruit

bindi

snow & drop, fire &
ash, rain & either
ether come & become
belonging & longing
once one tip
press

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

translation 3

Buffalo buffalo Buffalo buffalo buffalo buffalo Buffalo buffalo

-

the old

guard digs in. they've seen
it done a million times. once,
we were they. begrudge
not the victors; you
would be victors. over

the frozen

earthworks streams

stampede

king making

devised the scale first or light
once whole begat a shatter of asteroids
could not know by definition no reach
for the concentric peels of degenerate
tree. or monotonic reach of wet wave
mark the beach. intermedial mud
allowing flopping as a qualified
swimming or walking, depending on
the moment of observation. His paths
eyes sear

greater than or equal to

the pacing reversing

spiraling out of

domine

tryst

i went up
a fall. you were there. the sun
rose. hand met. air lay sweet.
son called up. we went at once.

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.

hand of the barefoot king

for every step you take over

glass, so do i

was once continuity

cutting you cut me

substrate

"Under the headline 'Notices to Mariners', [Conrad] asserted the futility of literary effort in contrast to the informational precision of reports of the comings and goings of ships, then commonly printed in newspapers." -- The Guardian, 12/1/2007

Eighty-eight homo sapien crossing
the square

at once. Fourteen
heads among them. That is
to say to the view

of the eighty-eighth to
enter, at the moment
she crosses the centroid of
the oblong plaza, fourteen other

souls arise in
constellation, the remainder sketched
only vaguely
and uniformly, the next stratum
up from cobblestone

once

the saline beginning rolling up
the sleeves on the white dress
shirt. silica package. driving
to drying. button & un
button. where the hands are.

you would think once in a while

ouster more this shitty
rain registers dewy
decimal brainpan can i
not relax not damn
clockwatch or cook