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.

wargame

lizard scenario five
hundred contracts in
a box unsigned buy me
a second hand rifle
this is time
moving by this
is the people
streaming in flesh
flaming

start again i am supposed to win this

impress, empress, imprint

part the hair, long straight, part
the people sea, the wrists out
of control, crescent forehead
forward, the sound of elbows, fingering
ring, the light against blue which
gives you away

why write so people can't understand you? do you write songs? i like songs. why don't you write any? if you don't write songs why do you write?

to be
small
-er than
no-
thing &
smaller
than
that
want

in the smooth of the crescent moon

in the mortar
the pestle
to powder
people the
machine
w/ medi-
canticle
mercy

oh apoth
ecary thy
drugs
quick
click

on moving forward

elephantine skull, mistaken eye,
prophet, blind oedipus & his
odysseus: the journey of white
while falling in that socket
sewn over after the pulp's removed
& the people pleased & feasted
soil on seed on soil

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

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.

wan(t/d)er

need less hands need
more bread & the breaking
of intention. the surety
that tents are moveable &
the people durably made:
intertextual, textile, tactile

phases

a map to bleat
"here i am, where
were i gone?" losing
lost, people
know the woods, yet
not to go thru them
even the satellites
like to hide & we
keep building the
hidden