Winter. What do we know? We have functional emotions and this much-traveled vocabulary of affects.
To learn something about what you mean is to let high jinks belie despair over entropy.
Make falling apart counterfactual.
Make my mind avoid bohemia.
Recover the masterpiece.
Destroy and smooth feeling. Bad or worse.
Imitate killing seeing
the system.

We met in a torn design aka unstable. Pointilized elevators, for instance. Micro repair drones no one talks to about anyone. We can subtitle the rip a deformed hemisphere over, a seething blueprint. — the uncomfortable feel of any D.J.’s hand burst from a toy and symbol. Defensive narcissism. Overall.. it’s nothing’s personal.

What’s semiology? unless we’re in life to gnarl sparkle to figure it out? laboring for invention?
No futures present new phenomena —  what the old world could say
I have a tiny soft view of holding to their path, a core harmony of former days purring yet put aside. (One dissipates the other.) 

New day! Matins yet ghosted, Starsky’s tongue in my ear
& all the bobwhites in Appalachia hush... off

& then — second — noise
of collared, greening hospitality where Hellenic

banter might calm a tax credit havoc.
                           Third, I stay nonprofit
worshiping everything that belongs.
All else is stress related.

Conditions look gray — wanting you (I do), profane,
not out of calculation — how far & vast connivance
liberates us to oppose purring put aside.

In a fair coin flip, you
and I are leisure-loving. Nature’s doing.
It’s that easy
and so great I’m leaving you
my saddle in your extrication from hallucinatory delirium ..

Tho you’re still standing up front, in legacy jeans, what nature calls
trafficking with fog to bequest lilac-dark in the air
along with offshore atmospheres yesterday and the day before.

Once there was a crutch like levitation, it got modulated. Modulated is like drummers and saxophonists, women coming out to play, sampling the masked hostility and indecisiveness of our environment and backing it up with inexact beats and multiplying sounds from what they were doing before the session took hold.

Sexual scaffolding hovers in the interim, instantly recognized as male identity. Identity and hardened m.o.’s then evaporated. We invented them from silences, lies and a feral sense of feeling cornered in a soulless piano practice lesson. Enough — men as well as women are resigned and re-acclimated to generations of processed shock of the simple — the safe-zone simple, where infectious pop is authenticated, highlighting some weak spots.

Wherein a smirk presses on — mass culture destroyed by life-changing sex.

That would be the solid thanks to no progress.

Sex is a sardonic comfort with a sober edge.
Time’s up. I have to guide this girl back to her tapestry, a big beldam of friend with a visual cortex attending what’s neat in the future, and she finds me attractive! At arm’s length..

There were dimensions an hour ago enabling 2 events in one plot we were both party to. Tenebrae, we said. Let’s return to the olfactory sketches, in which the cosmos is left unexplained. Constant and converted. Incandescent, then, our ardor comes back to choke human rockets like us, sidelined by a braided chord worn as her necklace, a burning space distinguished by diffuse vitality.