Friday, March 31, 2017

Before apologizing, yoga was fantastic, advanced yoga for always beginners, a civilizing process to eternal categories, entered into by you.
It offers libations from within & supports you from under.
Speaking of the pure land, you have none. You swim in it.
Sumimasen

Missing him, there’s an unbuttoned, squeegeeing pain to wrest
A dishonest hermaphroditic itch gerrymandered in ambiguity, where
It goes away, released at last into newly impartial states —
The tide appears to notarize that; that and
We came here to our senses to put up a hoax..

Apology to my mate.
A horror film I hate turns a wall of calm over to science for good, then greed, forgiveness & clumps of renaissance & their round robin prototypes that sell the smear to the visual cortex.

The plot is motivated by small sums of justice. We’ve still not captured how justice is crammed with underdeveloped moral emotions & pillow talk, luxuries that bind, ushering in more non urgencies of a grueling yet quickened mind over entropy.
Info-tainments advance by themselves, lovely distractions, shooting the steepest mountains w/ slime, segued to recalling breathless riveting motions in our self interrogation — commuting to work where we share high fives &, speaking broadly, broker a plan!

The cross-hatching allowing ancestors to exchange a few traits for others, has just about run out of steam. We’re left wondering, once more what there is about this plush solitude that makes us think we will ever get out, or even want to.
Dear Politico,

I promised you a ham for quilting bombast.
Now, the ham’s faction hatched..
Have yourself a good time. I’ll have you over when the rest of poli sci gets to better thinking, Aldous Huxley augmented with a good bouquet, plus a full deck of historical raiment dealt to the underemployed in hyper décor (like object placement) decoding automation... (so they’re subjects as well as objects).

After that, there will be nothing coarse or raucous, for now, good talk! we’re fine, we’re down with “no real choice.”

Thursday, March 30, 2017

And

they’re off —

and since they are impacted by harrowed tomograms
50% off.
*

What happened, you look so radiant?

*
Ways women around Marie Antoinette were modern: Oh, many. They were early risers. They dressed not merely for success, for keeping their livelihoods and lives. They avoided work that was intellectually focused. They peered back and soaked up the landscape. They were gossips. Bless them.
Spring! billions of highly intelligent beings with high degrees of morphic freedom bank with us!

We’re playing with a couple of new features and a few we move in any direction.

Their funds are soon to be declared ‘NONCLAIMABLE’ and subsequently turned over to you!
You’re assured this transaction
is risk-free, as we have taken all modalities to be less acrid and top secret.

Lugubrious or not,
When you read this, it appears prior to who prompts it.

But this interests me only so far. More curious, is why we approach poetry trying to understand it.

As though propositions and semantics were key to poetry’s necessities.
Not you.
Treatment:
In tonight’s action, no losing $ — a partial lunar eclipse

Distracted by tweets, I heard later 



“Continue — Enter the contest area

— Continue.”


You thus began the treatment.

I so did not mind leaving you 



At Liberty of London for alms-giving

Among archliberals.



Any As-If waging on billiards
Can be thought 



Therapy by

Always sneering 



And stuck-up nihilists like these

Shirtless writers from the last episode.
Prayer: I can steel myself to make something up and call it mine...
Seems asinine, puzzling. Renascent:

I might also mean textually modern as respectable Eurocentrics undress for survival, avoiding careers, soaking up the city among savages of their own design.

I’m my own boss.
May a zealous counterculture dart sweetly to life! May it help us solve you and me for x!

when we let them.

Own a tuxedo.
You need a fix for everything. Come in. Please step inside where the fix is. 


A dog actually just ran in here shaking his tail, what a mess. In that sentence before — it wasn’t definite what sort of dog this is, but now I know — bad dog. 


I'll make him disappear. 


I believe I have control over my own pointers, generally. Nevertheless, as I transition to my next dog, a good-looking male with some feminine qualities enrolls at Buddha’s institute. I can see it, from my perspective — it’s no longer indefinite, the male comes onto the Buddha, and becomes the vice dean or something. Since this has little or nothing to do with me, and since there is no middle article in English to change definite back to more indefinite, I am powerless now to make the dean or the Buddha disappear. A new, probably younger, English speaker or a group of English speakers makes the dean and the Buddha fade away by ignoring them.
I shouldn’t but I will. I’d like to sign up for a language freed from its instincts and nodules.
For I’m agnostic about anything important, Transzendenz und Wörtlich or shaded for that,
and my voice is flat coming to terms with memory, musical structure, being filmed in your
presence. Back to you.
Concision or hue in healing of method, means
can be objective and lack bluegrass. A few mornings
music comes unveiled as aspiration.
It’s in the eye

..a catamaran of process.. this is while I’m doing only one thing
at a time on a crazed errand-stream to a bachelor of arts..

It’s looking like this is the rag century, after all; with a few beats,
we made mandalas to settle lawsuits over the last one. Then
I found you contesting the following.

“Gogol, Nikolay Gogol, with an M.A. in these matters, says gut feeling, sane
behavior and noncriminal discourse teeter on the grotesque.” I still can’t turn that
down. You still can’t mean only what his language means?

I looked you over and asked again.
It felt unwise.
The sun is glossy beige. Divided, confused, I
signed up for a summer of love. The desserts are
sweet, their force takes me out of bounds
for more interludes on the double.
I’m Matthew McConaughey, not perfect, I’m on an every
day regimen with that living unlocked smell.
I set the controls — active ingredients are
soon not now, don’t. First thing prithee
Noonish. I have a profane vocabulary,
a little nervous forced into the secondary
but I’m ecstatic I’m 29. I’ve been blocking
myself but now it’s over. I’m directional.
My head weighs 10 pounds.
Hold my earrings.

Wednesday, March 29, 2017

One never wears a watch.
Random readings predict behavior.
(Innocence concerns pyrotechnics, not intent.)

Clinical algorithms infuse ideology, organize perception.
Play along or sue. I’m going hence to take my inside voice ... go here

... over here I pledge you a wholly hidden solution in renderings, leftovers to twist in hot leafy acreage ...

Pears and Fuji oak, null passages in fog. (Any wisecracks should be bridged with unwashed purpose.) Come here / get out of here to prolong your appeal.
I’m craziest on Cape Cod. I cannot be saved. Pre-existence does not pertain. Inexistence is left over. Doors are left open as raw theism plods on as a main event. Secrets of satire went free of situation and structured sky, complicities (sex for ears).

The you-effects (more structures) become less fearless (less indiscernible) when innocence, dance then acrobatics cross lines and context. Codes of boundaries. Certain crossed lines score from beneath; a hobby becomes a color of late addiction to you.
Joop holds I hated this luau yet I killed for you.
Why’d you bother?
The Bronx looked used up. Mr E had a life that seemed poetic,
occupationally.

Joop sports a motorcycle jacket w/ a feathered shrug.
Tell us about your recent postal experience.

Up to date disorder gets off free for the asking for those visual enough to undergo mock up
(youth) again and, sure enough, it’ll be in vetted dormitories defined within distinguished
sectors bringing study of light years within three or four movements, a full circle for non litigation regions.

Think of our courts and cunning missing bail. Everything you expect waiting now in wistful landscapes, hum-vacuumed.

What’s the worst that can happen?
For the peninsular’s misrule, striking down Section 4 of the Voting Rights Act.

Um, ok, yes, I bet.
Open the curtains.

And de-peopled points trip up not speaking for months
(critical moments you thought),

finding my direction as I thought of you —
So it never happened.
Citing a theory of clouds I want to make you aware
Your card was de-activated.
It’s a perilous ‘was’ — I’ll give you hand.
There’s high cognition in light opera
Observing very little community. For more oomph
Rules are bent on a riddle gauge, puns with data solutions on the
Punishing (rolling) ground looking up.
If aliens nearly die for gravy, they’ll show you their wounds,
text imitating proverbial “fur.”
I don’t read much into The Times
— no anti-theoretical vantage
— politics, let’s say that’s a ground game
and stays daily thru seriality —
To let yourself whisper through what you don’t know takes a kind of unfinished aplomb, needing practice and achieved overviews. We enjoy living among a slue of lucky design ideas orphaned to an alien ethnicity, busted out of place, in the wrong skin, wrong age.

(Welcome home.)
A rooming house.. Inside, every chamber named canonically after a poetics. Defence of Ryme, Habits of Empire, Preface to Sordello, Being and Event, Chicken in the Field, Prepositions, Camera Lucida, so forth. Collecting rent every week parallels reading critique of each. Kitchen Untitled.
Dissonance is born of necessity, one dialog reflecting gritty, highly-trafficked back alleys of seduction and violence.

Are you healthy enough for perfection?

But speaking the usual way subverts expectations.
A stencil of this dialog frames others
As a thought pays homage to paying homage, finding its subject.
50 years to the date Rainer Fassbinder had an eye, a golden beak.
Predictive dialectic is not strong enough. I repeat,
His miming the berserk,

Mining homilies and off-color copy
Comprise exploration in Audubon-ship.

Does any bird genus know what he doesn’t know?

Pardon me. Emergency! Excuse me. “...my
Kiss is not avian. It’s just atheist exuberance.”
There aren’t enough shortcuts to go around,
Your soul is on break, in a style of incompletion (Otto Dix),
Obsequious, sharpened anomalies w/ bait
: A new music took off about here.

Hands in the air.

Tuesday, March 28, 2017

23 hours ago the idea of writing took a while. A mindset occupied, just so jokes turn into dreams. It’s dreams that forgive us for everything (or almost everything, excluding redemption). That’s because ideas, when they’re ‘awake,’ get downgraded to icy paranoia, trapping you and me inside a force field owing to our expertise.

So there’s no redemption.
Here’s a thought. Stiles of cash stuffed inside wholes carved out of the earth, stacking up against one another with such speed they reflect the world as it is, advancing toward convenience stops and arbitrary stretches we don’t care about.
Oh my god — I just remembered I can fly.
Well, most of these “pieces” are literal, based on trying to sit down and sing [starting to sing] “Baby, you’re still wearing your headset.”

An air of inevitability around the advanced codes has been shattered. It seems inauthentic in that I am more than sex. Your holding me, the middle of the throat..

I kiss the air. This. A

..nd it’s not clear you and I will bring up questions that require specific, distinctive thought like that I believe I’m a welding head, until my spinal column heats up, thinking of you.
When I read you in high school I had thought Vegas. Sun passeth zenith. Your house is of horizontal wood boards off in Former Creeps Meadow, a strip routine.

The journey feels made up so all of us can live by ourselves without being alone.

I read you and people move away, making high school vacant.

for Robert Lowell
There are centers of wishing beyond closed doors.

All batteries are charged (that’s the feeling). I’m pouring molasses over my track pants ‘stitched’ with microfiber — I’m about to walk the spiral and more! Ladytron is carrying this note of irony back to my pals.
Depends — an authentic adult language, including dance, charades,
Mores are raised —
Bullets and lists shape one phase,
A look back over who we are after we agree — not that I care.
1. Let’s call this unconnected.

It’s kind of a coincidence I went to golf school.

2. This time it’s the final part to the beginning if

outside reflects the city, one of many. None particular.

One’s generic guard is up. I’ll keep going? he asked.

3. Free days are an omission in other words..

That’s since the love dataset appreciates and values only a point of origin it celebrates within distortions of consciousness — as in a spin of the ‘compass’ between you and others training in golf.
To the order of Prince Charles,

Buried for dead but still in view:

You can’t hear me — you’re going too fast (bicyclist to bicyclist)

While our correspondence becomes a dance studio.

It’s a break with tradition but it gets you to sleepwalk with a shoe in hand.
I will find you.
Your first lover could not heal your mind through his skin.
Then we happened to answer you, seeing south wind fixed to the floor
and in circles midair. We see your subtle flight.

If I put my hands un.. Understand?
“The float is radiant, jammed with radiant things,” had
Simon Schama anticipated, not long ago, “but no, had I been
eloquent on the spot we’d need no caption.

What does there’s still a move to go do?
It’s just a feeling, the only unmoving part.”
An aside, these issues are not a specific program.

How can one I love reunite you
(Hand-me-down color had risen to his cheeks.)

“I want us to be in use.” I was,
Having at such big, elusive ideas calls for spectral imaging. I stared at the door.

Seconds later I was unsure where we ‘stood’ vis a vis the Rams.
It’s probably bad ball then I did. It’s too obvious (as well), it tastes charged.
Ok an explosion directed five shots down my throat, you in back..
I’m talking to you in American.
Not going to lie, I watched us dream of economics affecting a radius of birthday cake, like that Depuis chip, destabilizing everyone’s temperament. Looters, rhombus-gatherers doing well, respectively; its great work, cuts straight through the lounge act restructure creating more patterns to abandon.

The chip becomes a racetrack, in effect. Feels like about time, epic sums new slender totems. The walkway and instrumentation..

done right. Topiary snapped in place.
If I hand it back — it’s about letting you go,
taking cannibalism out of context,
giving you back your Sprite, too.

Let’s drink to downsized colors
off the atmosphere of displeasure
then falling back and breathing while your
rescuers get authenticated.
“Great I’ll hold...”

2 out of 2 observers were cut off. Pretty please on a wet
highway, casually substituted.

And during the break they reached an agreement.

It’s forbidden to talk now. It could be ethics,
since poetry acts against self interest.
Claymation teeth marks have a poetic scent.

Monday, March 27, 2017

Even if we kiss later, it saddens one to inform the boss
You’re not serious, never are.

Like you I see us turning state’s evidence holding on to meet
                    even newer phenomena (‘stolen parts’
To run over) — any & all mayhem coming unannounced —
You never can tell. I won’t.
I may have taken a 24-hour cold tablet (they took them off the market for humans) and my brain is boinging forward into TV-noir starring Max H — remember the ex-sprinter who played him? While the show was popular for three weeks Max’s asymmetrical haircut started to give male pattern balding a tolerable hipster panache.

After Max was canceled you noticed this guy doing a few walk-ons before monotone backgrounds in a few series then commercials. He sunk fast, like these sharp pellets slicing through the blood, sinking me south by southwest, bullets pointing down and out my feet.
Let’s exercise. If you don’t,

tomorrow takes out what’s here; it’s in the doing log, down toward the refreshed end page. Even if you see it as natural you might sense vengeance. Those who argue lose their gym membership —
Your other mem berships are up.
Toys of the psyche .. it couldn’t be more swirly!

Sunday, March 26, 2017

My mind turns in set ways.
What can you do w/ big-eyed instincts?
                        hard
to get out of the valise. We pirated the code.

You can say once we pushed it out willingly (nurture, nature, frantic relaxation).

The fit was good, set phrases.

I noticed you work under me making your poise smoke
w/ the problem being ...
As in as you’re showing up more. I got wind of it, put you in

Just to make you list as I’m from and form the periphery;
Say you’ll be back. You never can tell.
Poverty is all right but not extreme poverty
As we grow up in your backyard befouling young hearts
And minds, collating all the splinters into a pile, resetting
A fire by ourselves I hear (in my blanc head)...

As we consider more words in a big pax,
A pastoral: “How do I love you in everything,
And expect no help?”

Some word associations you need to whisper again.
(As in I forget now what you sound like.)
Pantoum: level 24

Unless we hear otherwise (this will let you make


This year’s worksheet) if you plan to


We have omitted some

Unless we hear otherwise. (This will let you make

Adjustments to reduce beyond



— What we omitted —

Wuffy stimulant



FOR WORK *

Me? Let it in slowly

Wrestling into Tayla’s
Line 2 Combined and Schedule



FOR WORK *

Wrestling into Tayla’s

Wow. That poison is a killer.

The rued creation —


 (Add Lines 1a, 1b, 2d and 3-6). Adjustments

— Slow. Wuffy stimulant, boas again

During the period you’re the big certifying manager
Need: sheet 2-1. Case Farm. - level 25\
Variation blaming Kotzwinkle:
Dissonant sports metaphors seem prepared for gullible alloys.
Like preparing the red matter.
(There are no guarantees in risk engineering up this close.)

ET gadgetry from detention in the future,
How can this be put?
Hey went from one minimalist nipple twist to another, came back.


I’m done with Malthus festivals’
Black sweaters in the woods,
Tented command centers for negotiation,
And I’ve had it with my thigh, the one you lift.

Saturday, March 25, 2017

I see the Rothko project, no smudging a porch.
I’m scared mounting bait. Good night to switch an accident or two that don’t matter, made tactical as we circumvent a few exchange elements, the stem cells of what we’re remaking — spatial shop language splitting into chance agency, no vision, no dash, no longer having to know!
Many abstract attitudes buried below our strip down to not speaking,
a form of nervous laughter.

As tho together, whom we never see again define entire affability arcs of irony in
a series of slippery zoning disputes.

I never said it at the time, making us all liars, yet if he takes over that zone he’ll reach another
cemetery, with the same vulgar, adolescent cri de coeur.

Body snatching preventing us from meeting, a 2nd point —

Friday, March 24, 2017

Zen practice is nothing at all, only sustained focus and innovation. I won’t do it, nah, domo..

Every worm is this-is-so-cool. / Every sparrow subject to substitution

while every graveyard can’t do anything but starve. I’m

every woman I can’t stop thinking of.
Don’t hold it in. Talk to the doctor.


Say something in roughly forty minute stints. You don’t keep the larvae or any of the money.

They’re apart. Ou .. you feel a necessity to ache in baby blather, calmly, accruing.... Hey. Stay with me. “I’m

wind blown,” he says turning
this way. I’m embarrassed.

Capacious, breathtaking anxiety, yes, refusal to arbitrate waiting for the rush, okay... I’m done.
We were wondering about the petty invention of planets, sympathizing
With a numbers guy who is also the director.
Often there’s a husky and determinative tenor to sing that section.
Swimming to there if you think about it uproots our sun’s bright series — a disbursement of planets that seem exalted and then stiffened into tantalizing cosmic parody..
Your friend is smoking
wearing a scent of rosemary.

Meaning is garbled when it’s least derivative.

I feel pretty itches.
Preacher goes on about lassitude — don’t worry about it

It’s probably a head cold.

Unhappiness breeds from abundance. That’s about it.
A common cold means at least a dozen things, socially.
An embedded satire about too much, just too much,

You know what I think?

A physical being hears, has fever and takes everything
Guessing it was a sample.

And service areas are where we drive home and choose.
Our superiority is no joke. Correction, our lassitude is.
It has come to our attention a proposition processes science or it does not.
It was amazing to meet you and your idea.


It was amazing to meet your funky penumbra, to be influenced by street life needlepoint 

and other class resentments. 



I was amazed to communicate with inky musculature evoking nighttime.



Oceans and deserts.



Yet hon, these minutes and subroutines are process contingent.

Thursday, March 23, 2017

These were the funniest jokes, the baldest too. I don’t remember laughing so much. Ever. And I can’t recall being as excited as I am now.

Total ThankYou Member.
A monk asks,

This is why I hate you

and keep loving you under wraps.
Take care, and take more time, acts of omission are presorted, so numb, so
like fixating on one’s shoes. You can do this, feel free, cadet, don’t expect to fill mine in my avoidance of frontiers rejecting anarchism.
Not dying is not not wanting to die, a unique semantic potential assigned an inventory.

There’s señor that needs you. He has no interest in poetry I wonder if that’s true — His thoughts knitted together like mica piling up, shouts ricocheting through a voicetrack from the underbrush holding our breath, bounced, kicked and gloved by catalysts.
What parts last? The cucumber were I a colorist. A so-called lode of fabulous glossary. Interesting for switching placidities (expedition)!
A mandate is just that.
Why does one face arrest?
To a nudist,
It’s contradictory to insist on any spoils from letting ourselves go ... over that money issue. I had a piece in there as well. My prose seemed resonant with your “rainwear fetish,” which I almost forgot I shared. (But not with you.)
Since there are multiple aims, capital will be redefined.

Not out of calculation, I know the mother ship’s ok.
Or was it just me?
Next, a cool glistening brocade threaded by stone abstractions thru evolutionary trompe l’oeuil —

For that matter the shore looked really smudged —
In the background: you hear the sizzle to rock climbing in mist. I’m pointing to autosuggestion welling up from placing bets, because I bring humor to our relationship. This is a pantomime about our ties looking wild in the frieze.

(I wagered my face the minute I handed it to you.)
Why do varsity wear outfits that tame their tribute?
This café helps me keep that question from getting lost.

Reminding me of just who was writing.

(I don’t mean that as deeply as I hand this over.)

Finish a stretch, lines get confused. Fuse the way they

Continue. / I did have
A tattoo for a purpose, sure. Promote your event.


Mine or ours?
Who? About why? And what was that about?
Greyhound hurling on seesaw feels fine,
Any footage balances when pushed, so it’s
Not serene. A maelstrom lights
Up the foreground, no questions asked.
Pit Bull sits tangled in tree w/leash & kites.
Corgi spinning in washing machine, a hairy fox.
“You saved my life. I’ll spare yours, for now.”

I trained in your language.

“Are you sure you’re a supreme being?”
Just a tenet of game theory in play may be an insight.

Wednesday, March 22, 2017

I still want to remarry in quick fire in a church in white. Or did I?
Marriage makes me horror-struck
Aghast in wake of our previous melancholy.
Luscious:
Blindfolded angels of thinking in the past —
All mute waved back

Protecting us from our known predicates, floating,

Taking on more physical pain, taking more of them onboard, putting them

In mind of us affiliates, at last.
Some of you and me is there
and more ‘there you go,’ retreating
more sound oriented as insolubility flushes what you say keeping up

adding up the lead and lead time, keeping your eyes open, moving, waiting
meaning it but not tempted.
By salvo — the first three or four minutes of monotone..
You can’t have that in the service requested.
Too much slobber invested at the start, discourse, along with any oomph, runs dry.
No personalities, please, only
writer / editor are left standing in rain assuming sun is shining,
nipping, filing matter, spinning, capturing the dress casual waiting
On that panoptic sentence for the animal that needs you.
I’m a rent boy.
Being a good citizen is self-enslaved labor as you write about it — that’s
My conspicuous, shabby desire : to wipe out what’s fairly obvious..

Self restraint and an occasional intoxicant are my only
Recourse facing ugly style. That’s

how I became bilingual as sugar consumption skyrockets.

I’m full now of feast superstitions
& stratagems continuing the kickass ceremony
motivating the plan.
We have 9 pm poems and 4 am. Kind of noticed?
I’m keeping cool with it like a Javanese statistician.
When information is relevant to sanctioned policy, communication goes private, all decisions should be centralized within a single metaphor for good caffeine.

Tuesday, March 21, 2017

The reader note went, One afternoon while napping one read a confusional book. We are at the dawn of epistemology raising consciousness you can’t get from study alone. A soul wobbles. It does. It vibrates. But something’s missing.

We’re in no hurry.

Snow and sun? We’re expecting something.

Ice or melt, there’s no good time to get it entirely, which is a tragedy.

We mosey back to right about where we want clarity about motives; the construction seems unpinched, slightly giving, giving over to slow-motions for the moody and unexpected.
A poem is..
Does it matter a few minutes ago I learnt to write,
To wander out above your welcome in a retrospective..

Again there’s no title because nowhere
Are my thoughts so hidden in use.

It’s a contraption.
A fresh very-little-action video.

Sinister. Why not? The sky’s a hue of golf balls, a state of disgrace.
We’ll wait to be announced, though, I’m dressing down to my car character, elbows up.
Taken this long to read over the televisionary script. It’s only sexual in the least available forms.

We keep the old forms in a shoe box filled with names of toes squeezed under the door, tagged for an obsession with stepping right in.
She lost the election. We can’t know what she’s thinking. It’s crazed.

Keep tact abstract.
Keep it to oneself near the seacoast.
Healing a voice split to a pulp, gnawed —
Feeling a salt chill unexpectedly going up the swirling lines
Of humorists, ideologues, ragged modernists, including one.

Holding to their path, rescuing none.

Yours, & ‘even more in mayhem.’

Monday, March 20, 2017

Keep tact abstract.
Keep prayer looking essay, on its side, also less on the seacoast.
Having had a revised voice for most of your life, most moods
are holding to their path, rescuing none.
More in mayhem.’
Unknown futures present newer phenomena.
They go by new names down the road..
Say you’ll be back, superflexed! soaked in a Mars invasion..

You never can tell. Your every utterance is on a jet trail,
quelling fear of pain as a decade goes by and still
you are unattainable —
We’re in business —
go online.
(Leave us alone.)
We come to a marketplace in ease, partial self enhancement.
When we wake up I’ve moved to your city. Ka-cha!
I owe you so far for not murdering me O hand,

I’ll calm down, we’re almost rich and supposed to destroy ideas ..
I have to underestimate furthering research,
Solving the perfection problem, but not remorse.
A friend’s voice stares ahead — if
allowed. Read the inspection. To continue,
there’s asymmetry in her blowing glass. Especially when it snows

glass takes finial shapes leaning to peel off
solving the perfection problem, but not remorse.
Just push the button.
Lament due to Quicken divorce is precollege. Modalities.

Chafed lips, with you or not, how
official are results? 10 to the 10th more hombres prefer polygamists barnstorming thru
the ad hoc hemisphere.
In sum:
Inverses concern writing and writing-2 who meet up in a fixed action pattern within rational yet imprecise kairos, recycling once or twice.

There are episode interiors silhouetted in unanalytical projections, translucence made to seem of glass screening the ‘official’ episode. However we’re past the middle and nearing the end of outlines; there’s a Majesty and double interiors where writing adjusts to incidents of long division, complex facticity that writing-2 tears open and begins to pick at to pay writing off in disappointment, near failure — both writing and writing-2 climbing uphill and sliding back down just before turning 17, biting down, gritting their teeth, growing up.
The longer I live it’s in front of me.

There’s a glow in seconds before the scheduled avalanche, fun ..and explosive. Wow.

Or much like staying in no now.

A chosen toothbrush has been abandoned. I’m forgetting about it.
I’ll be heading out soon. Moving thru a lefty runoff. I won’t be funny or try, relax or specify ...

I’m lost in the new geography.. Again.

Sunday, March 19, 2017

Light can be thin within discourse.

Terse is
What it (light in volume) is —

Light in Maine gives me pause.
The sentence, the Celtics lost squawking about losing
Parts : diagrams the opportunity.


Down east weather was freezing our hands into claws, which is

Just why we reserve dopey dissonance


Nested within key notes to the frame to determine

The performance.
One of the donor’s places resembles Exeter with sweeps of property edging the subdued enclave.

Of all the varied and fabulous pieces by new pianists I wager they are full of personae — because of what they rock to, also because the ones exuding confidence have gotten past graduate school, the corporation, a breakthru investment in the company.


Technology’s refined flux is noncontroversial.
At sundown my leftist French brain speaks thru a balloon:
“If you’re anamorphic, the flux within measures of comprehension 2 often adopts overheated lingo or low-2-overheated if you like.”

The other 2 poked at the remaining balloons in the embers; not really, they said.
It’s a flotilla. (Fair enough..)
His followers could care less.

You can’t catch me is great again.
Multidimensional chess has a new value.
Guess what? This early in the day love / hate lines out. His critics swing at softballs
vibrating w/ a head cold, floating in 4 dimensional moats..

It’s a flotilla.
A true celeb shows us the assassin is uninvolved on every emotional level — even the one one holds oneself and acts on by serving others, one the bosses & ‘ritual’ overvalue.
Re:



There are statements of facts
And those of law. Their truth

Levels rise or fall depending on
Outer linear order.
Renaissance rules, those who could expunged a soba color.. 


Something to realize our view

As something else frolicked up — inside 



(a feeling of power like in Roman hands): A ball of a bird, maybe a butterfly
Yeah, what do we care?

All we expect is an elegantly accessible chronicle of interdisciplinary montage
Along with financial services.

Linear standards

“Hey,” “I say” never go away.
Witch: Pass the white I think they’re gloves.
In further directions your understanding registered.

Off the rack, but great

— a good to a very good reply

inasmuch as speaking about or to you comes across the border over thin light.

Saturday, March 18, 2017

In a mean (2017) perspective Bartok reached for
the moon. How is that helpful?
With your brand one constant, you cut the rest off.

It brought down the red curtain, with a curtain rod staff.



Having it, you hobble

Away like a name dropper.

Emotions were they don’t belong.
Blues by Corelli.
How is that sketchy? To you?
He had bad manners, bringing in sauerkraut that night —
My report to command centers for first price, best.
(Theft is looking better, tight.)

Your face, the trains I ride, it’s all good to Korean girl groups here in the West.

Like you and me, with or without us, they flip out
In only a decimal of what they do.
Reduced circumstances are a full meal.
Ordered onward
Most of cable is sleep-laden,
Killer directors bail out the last decades. With peril, tears, deals.
Not quite a theory, it’s string conjecture (auspicious eon).
Watching it work costs a constellation of cash or a bundle minus heroic practice, often.
Errant is not mistaken for arbitrary.
In a way paisley just feels like games..
2 spiral arrays for time & harmony within a philosophy (moving spatial dimensions)
a few hours forward.

Paisley’s inference, compressed form, a ‘crown’ of contradictions
veer dimensional rhetoric
superseding nature. Cosmos, not not unhappy.
Starts out as an immaterial change
in orientation before we nail it down into a book.

We fill in letters using dirty words in closed circles.
It’s data for symbol systems w/in different sub-alphabets
helping us to speak to other books & spreadsheets about content
& meta analyses as well as upgrades re: even newer physics w/ fresher markings.

A steel door stays open. Here are the last letters of bliss.
We best defer to the latest models to differentiate ourselves.
Deep blues, silvers in biological shades to form vowels;

consonants have already taken shape from elder models.

This organizes 5 minutes infinitely without saying bless your heart.
Can waving time like a moony branch
supersede nature,
a piece of research asks. Why open
atoms under quiver at the edge to sleep?
Starts out as an immaterial change
in orientation before we nail it down into a book.

We fill in letters using dirty words in closed circles.
It’s data for symbol systems w/in different sub-alphabets
helping us to speak to other books & spreadsheets about content
& meta analyses as well as upgrades re: even newer physics w/ fresher markings.

A steel door stays open. Here are the last letters of bliss.
We best defer to the latest models to differentiate ourselves.
Deep blues, silvers in biological shades to form vowels;

consonants have already taken shape from elder models.

This organizes 5 minutes infinitely without saying bless your heart.

Friday, March 17, 2017

The fricative sounds add up to a lot of O’s
— language & body obsession, aqua ions show their molecules in bulk, imitating an obsessive personality. The repeating strength of bonds between metal ion & water molecules is their primary dissolution.

A poet writing prose clips transits through these loopholes to confront loopholes’ necessities, maybe.
Couplets:
My best fiend is a vital prick. Ow
afterward, he and I leave the tribe and enter first grade..

We got in surrendering our fingerprints

humming to each making a windfall. We


toast anyone else holding a red suit

w/in one’s center, letting a fortnight slide away.

Thursday, March 16, 2017

I’m thinking of a color — no name.. an antsy-ness
running everywhere that’s off — waiting for a big please

                                                          there was nothing and then voices —
                                                          go upstairs and lock the door.

                             Let me in.
Visual poem: The brightest stars pimp their leftovers for attention.
Beyond Orwell.
Down curved and inside edged, camo colors hard to pick up.

To follow instructions { slippers, noodles, make us warm
‘As rouged’ scholars ‘from what’s next to us’ repair to an adjoining display.

We note their pale sagas of looking and being read.

Let’s put this less sophomorically.
Basically existence precedes essence asleep on the leaf. Mostly.
Anyhow, I was a dead man once. It started with a record deal.



Bev, brief them. Here on the mere murmur I clam up.



Can it be “quoted” in any meaningful sense?
We meet in this version north of the town offices


shaking tidal vapor thru no shadow weighed, no


fewer than ten seconds off the slopes



meaning above the steps coincided with the light



clipped to the powder base patching the thaw



— spirals discharged, wind heats the ground and trees open.
We said nothing about ancestors sitting meditation, why?
Their focus, cash on hand were immediate, overwhelming, no gloom:

Very different outcomes that equally square
What you hear. The future of the past written
Like ellipses’ symbolism weighing in (..)

Based on trying to get to the gym, having an olive svelte
Protein shake, saying nothing about ..

Oh I just remembered some of what they’d sung
To the battlefront. (Mostly gigues.)

Wednesday, March 15, 2017

We can remember when wisdom lay in de Staël turmoil, a title for the ‘rhetorical’ surface where middlemen / women are loathed today. Owing our words makes everything phenomenal. (Our addendum is in the mouth.)

The French Suites get lighter, immune to desire & intimacy in the grips of mistaken identity. I’ll lead you to the border. Just call before you go.
Dear foundationalist,
You’re expelled for a month, next week.. experimenting with yourself..
leaving a broken grid with rectangular doors opening to violent sprinkles & irresolution..

..in passing, I would like to see or set up dozens of availabilities to pick up the dissolved thread to ‘our systems metaphysics’ which’re ‘spreading like hay fever,’ the needle and your as it were point.

From here, we drive thru parched hills seen in films.

Another phase of experiment.
Of course way out,
An infancy — no name.. an authentic vantage w/in voice matter
Running everywhere

It’s here. Helium released great vowels sponged with saliva. You wake up cartoon-lean —
Inconceivable it seemed swerve-y and melancholic at the time —
The first time. Where was I?

Tuesday, March 14, 2017

You take it as it comes, here and now.
Text sections like acts of omission are presorted.
In an act by ourselves, we’ll set up a non-profit,
the equivalent of an education cafeteria.

I become a chancellor of the enterprise
dividing my feelings like vendettas.
Where are we un, um?
You’ve stopped being in the world.

There is a moment after when you shift your eyes since they’re crisscrossed and long after you forget how we went on the verge, drenched though slackened. shaking this neap vapor through atmospherics, patching the thaw — spirals discharged, wind heats the ground and trees open.

Monday, March 13, 2017

Dirge for D.A. Levy:
Our leaders and propagandists know very well that liberal capitalism is an inegalitarian regime, unjust, and unacceptable for the vast majority of humanity.

Grandeur is a luxurious quest and metaphysical evil.

I’m not a model, I just look like one. (Helen Vendler)

We’re the only nation that flies into hurricanes.
Aries, my god, a pro without pouring it on
trés available, mobile, open to your whims...

A surfer for decades, black eyes, brown-
To-blond hair —

he slaps you with his fettle, replacing poetry..
he lightens it but it’s — you guys!

Can you describe yourself?
Simple stuff picking up a pen.

A photograph?
Whoa — please — take my foot!
Attraction is ignited by deep compatibility,
a nonaristocratic game played for low stakes.

I’m not a prose-poet, this is reportage
and what I believe. A good guess is hypothesis.
A good education leads to the Grand Hotel
above the empty lot cleared by Balthus.
Q: If I say I am painting a poem about a poem that lives on a tortoise shell on a tortoise shell, that is, if I paint on the shell of a living tortoise, am I a conceptualist? A: Maybe. Sketches to follow.
A colonel-general. What a night. No problem
Erasing the storied narrative and
Baseline coherence that were normal, believable

Then that,

Waking up, hay-feverish, stuffed-up spirit
Standing far off across
Yours, just considering

In the very era or epoch of fake announcement..
That’s what I would be making — if I were to talk to you
Even a mote so that waking can go away

To keep from you forever
Nothing, seen forever.

Sunday, March 12, 2017

Can we straddle the divide between convention, unattenuated sense-making & sorting through out of brainier experiment?
Every Harvey Keitel film substantiates you may have a gun, you could be reaching to get a gun, or you could just be, in essence, fronting.
My boss sucks.
That’s because she has to. Some job titles are, as the expression goes, anathemas. Disquiet raising the roof. Boss, leader, principal, chair, honcho, prexy, director, officer in charge, master chef, head of the shift, muse. What does it take to earn and maintain these titles? Ideology. Casting spells. Constantly interviewing me as I do with every other employee, affiliate, colleague, member, collaborator, associate sans souci. Muse first!

Saturday, March 11, 2017

(Cartoons are not analysis.)
Space is not nothing.
Living under D Trump,
I’ll start with a clear head — you can look thru this one
and we’ll shoot bullet points at it until it’s drained.

Again it’s that one time in text design
to keep finding infinite Jesus on top.
The more you do
it’s a retro look for you / I may now never attain.
This is my deciding moment. As a consequence doors open. I’m auto-electrocuted.

And that’s good, because I sneaked across the catalysts. (It’s what I’m good at when wearing pajamas as weapons.)
All thus converts to the meantime. So you detect I’m pretending to be a spontaneous asshole, intimidating death.
The playbill is immediate, overwhelming, terse and decisive. Fat lips, usually wet. Brainy ellipsis to a turn.

(I need me.) It’s a lovely trade.

Couples are not the perk here.
They’re not that easy.
The narrative arc remakes itself elusive
matter / often we come in polite forms like holes in the
universe, throwing out samples on Earth ..
Hand-me-downs like us are not deconstruction.

So this is a cut. For a moment I stared at the door. Seconds later I was reconnected.

How was it to score the soundtrack for a sequel not put into treatments much less made? You and other investors must get offended?

Friday, March 10, 2017

There’s nothing linear going on. Everyone knows that.
Unless you want to.
You were in the settlement.
We were sitting there, and
I made a joke about it.. how
it doesn’t dovetail: time,
one minute running out

faster than some other time in front
it catches up to.
That way, I said,
there can be no waste.
Waste is virtually in the settlement.

To come back for a few hours to
the present subject, a painting,
looking like it was being seen, half-
turned around, slightly moist, reading us.
Been reading about accelerating destruction in the Amazon. A chunk the size of Rhode Island burnt down each year. This buckaroo practice results in rich farmland that’s productive for about four or five years. After that, the soil turns into dust and sand.
Carports for the farmers, then, are an interim step. Dust when it rains becomes haze and steam the color of moist illusion, bubble-like.
We met at a fashion party. possibilities in extremes.

A couple of days reveling in delirium, haunting grimness. Breaking the ice.
That carport could be the fucking beachhead steaming for real, along with amalgamated events that are summarized best, perhaps, in this question I’ve been asking myself?
Doctors approved the utility of lingerie,
throwing us a softball, a good idea until there’s
another focus.

Sex toys are a good idea; until
I went broke I was indebted
to them.

In one direction the focus
is lost. It’s scary (testy
at first, blasé and bored)

yet there are comic possibilities
as dreams seem to
be saying. Another focus
is adolescence. We power

our own, mounting a bait
and switch to chalk up the board.

Thursday, March 9, 2017

One feels like an editor / coach in a new bloodbath of witty planning.
Do as wits imply.
Smarts don’t matter. They’re laying themselves off.
Getting ahead of the message. Food, gas, lodging.
My cohort flock to benefits.
(Plural, right.) Dad puppets looked at me and shrugged.

They use Google and it gets to know them thru symbolism
Giving them something beautifully made, they’ll be taken up on their offer.
Smarts don’t matter. They’re laying themselves off.
Start loud. Like this is Stu, the last emperor. Come back.
I’m taking notes, a fan of halfway intimacy.
There you go, star spiritualist.
Let’s cobble together fill in the blank.
Engaging a nonlinear oddball, we have no issues. Who are we. Who is the oddball. Does the oddball come between us. Probably.

Rare flutes in drizzle
shining from sight:
The canyons lift, lukewarm and seaweed soft. The Colorado splish.
Splash. All purchases are burning up.
Why was Obamacare designed to fail? Thank you from 2017 to Joseph Lieberman, 2009. As a ‘matter of conscience’ he justified blocking a Senate vote on health care and insurance reforms.

Take politics down to its roots, kindling held in a quiet box on a cellar shelf.
Thing 1: Most adherents develop synthetic self-containment to face future life. It’s in Thing 2, natural selection gradually refuses to settle in opposing views. For example, what, exactly, did we learn? Never allow creatures of nature into your discourse. You need to leverage those freaks inside to get ahead. Year after year we heal them ourselves, each cell in our bodies spinning out of starboard. Cells are factories, at bottom; we are factory owners. One says the seas of government are misinformed. One says what another says which is not now, never. We are the organisms running out of time.
We hardy knew Dionysius.

A flesh-eating virus attacked, aged him. We never forget and we do not forgive. Even tho we’re too fat to have insurance, our moms were always supportive. Viruses bring this on. The wind too. Boo is emphatic. Shivers of a sigh, I made messes all over the nestling ground to suit a creative purpose.

At least I have my integrity.
Let’s feed the appetite that picks up from nature “to express things ... as they are when one sees them without remembering having looked at them.” Committed to formal blocking in stagecraft, maintaining an indomitable temperament, your seniority will evaporate as a textual refuge where nature, our last line, can draw our attention as an ironic condition, a peripheral attraction.

To be objective and lack will.

An incident unveiled as ambition.

A dharma of the windmill against power to
reënter the Style You’re Sick Of.

Wednesday, March 8, 2017

What are meta-resonators for but to effect command over and about stuff we’re uncertain or we don’t want to get that serious about / over? There’s nothing but an eyeblush of this over and about on the day it seems a desperate measure, and in reckless hands.

Feeling a depth charge covering your lips with un-despairing I can’t contain.
Language is spoken better where it’s taught. While you’re at it
sing out and fudge your correspondence. Then get off your resonance
and offer joint ventures in which you promote your events!
Professor, this ballad of how especially the ivory tower is under entrepreneurial influence
— it’s a hair shy of failure as a tune or concession


 to breaching ergonomics — all of it.

Tuesday, March 7, 2017

You’re turning me on.

There’s an interlude for doing anything after work. Smiling,
“Take notes,” you said. You were speaking of love as you forced mine
from the inside.

I miss the walled city where you looked up when we reached this
step. Try to remain calm. I’m going to talk you down.

We’ll be riding through a labyrinth of people movers. Not much is known about them. (Ok,
you there? Bye.) We’ll take the stairs, because the elevators refuse to go down
with people in them.
I cannot stress enough
we’re suspicious of wormholes, tho

I never use tone shifting during a blizzard.
The boat’s cortex held out. Together.

For what party in sleep?
The colors had been of Q-tips & smoke. I could pick you up, take a day off
                  from where everyone is

standing w/

you — physical & prime from the stress of the rat race

                 & security IF

I have ideas to play w/ in the pluperfect...

& someone else I can be.. w/ / w/out you.
1/2 crumpet
charges the total. No I’m kidding.

The breed you’re acquiring fakes you out big time —
large stairwells mesh yet go nowhere —
between you and expulsion, a gaping hole. A ‘nervous’ tic.

There’s efficacy in speaking clearly, gesturing, knitting your brow now
— one enzyme waking up isolated, it seems
slinky. I watched it and it spayed me.

Monday, March 6, 2017

Blatantly careless, docile or not, seems the new daring..
I have no idea it was handed to me
The deliberate downgrading of the presidency
More than fair warning —
We should see an immaculate, engaged shake of the hand
To thank the audience, the body electorate,
So we learn that or relearn it.
All this repetition is an interdiscipline ahead of patterned, glimmering haze surrounding powerful men, dating converts; you know, the level of glamorous self regard here is high, gnarly. If all we do is seduce and note conquests, we’re counterpoints. We lose austere joys, cloud dogma, sculpture perpetrated out of the wiry, scentless comfort, breathing in spring is coming over the skies. Scentless discomfort, too.
Speaking as a minimum payment, you’re my business.
“I heard talent, beauty, money come by their own right; by your putting them to the test they take ‘full effect’

— “when you remember this lust bucket Lacan read Lacan from the start, it seems mathematical to think about us favorably, tho programmers have a fierce impression of abject uncertainty.”

So this was a manageable edit. “That’s as close as we have to a pulse.”

That’s what it reads over one entrance. To pull it together, total anonymity makes the inside disappear and what’s left — you and I can go right into it.
The cosmos in Part 2 is unwilling to go far, this way or that, a plywood-and-particulates object flying in time where light is produced by nonstop heat.
Let me grab my pen and clamber over here to the iconic network... you’re right.. this isn’t the mammoth book club for me! Before everything expires we’ll try praying in all directions and improve our math skills for our partners’ sexual satisfaction... as they pivot from joking around to a ringing mountain of attention-grabbing hysteria.
The cosmos in Part 1 is unexplained.

In the mental part, covert specialists use tightly wound differences in expression to gain advantage for incriminating thoughts. Their goal is to march with humanists halfway — paternalism indulged through wisecracks; but most others, wayward humanists, we render as divas, idiots in the minority and they take the bullets; why?
I might happily have lived in another state
Standing in neoplatonic darkness. A white bike
To follow any path out /

A green thumb trying to paint and cover
Dabs of marine titanium that oscillates
Blurring the root truth for up to an hour —

Inky smoke releasing a genocidal collage of screens, like
Thinking in waves agitated, reproached, disappeared
In drumming opinions and worst practices —

so that something-anything goes off the board.
I use bigger words than you,
The spring towers, the moon in autumn —
We never talk about words until it hurts. What a general restatement! as we work around functional emotions & this much-traveled rehab of affects.

Hooray.. There’s a hint of falsetto. Shields up. I just missed the last place you look. Stay with me. Never stop exploring. Turn here.
This is the islet I was going to take you to; it lifts, lukewarm, tender. Splash. Preaching to the tenor choir, I love what we do together.

The carbon steel of all day never dimmed
Second after blasted second.
If you don’t look directly my way, into my face —
I can’t give it to you.

Sunday, March 5, 2017

At fight camp all you bring are wet marks under your shirt — there you go — sent,
Slotted for long scream divisions raising heads and
Grateful lines of argument stampede out bourn in eager heartbeats and bright debate
Drawing youthful boundaries along dark areas of propaganda. And ..
.. owing to your interest, this won’t constitute a date.
Or only one of many as noted by spreading the plan.
I ran from information bracing for a selloff.
I can’t st op it’s my job.
Post-cogency, you still doing that? That’s what’s oblong about sadness,
the real overhead. Lost time, money. A sky of ice cubes for what party in sleep? I'll
take sherry Pepsi. And just the sardines.
The cat owner in me is unknown to me,
permeates me. Consequences

And limits next. Back in a minute.
In vain in never induce drop-caps
and to much

in rarity hesitant

form sup mixing ago

shh grasp a ring adapt

then regions tamper

no matter having he is :
Kites: pinky juicy crisp
Space parlance —

The language predates motto handicraft and canned vibration
Slippery waxed down toward our bumbled abstentions.

Life is better, a few times
Looking broke with pencil marks across gessoed

Pearls — trance police, a hot hex video
On top various un-invented heights.
A heedless apparatchik, I came to my critical senses, after (to strum the alert).
Modulating the self raises the stakes
according to types of daring.

Don’t smolder, show us
a simple skill.

This is god’s country. I don’t know why it’s not winning.
Weight loss by design. Classification = evolutionary collisions =
One’s work multiplied by adapted preferences, opposite judicial vapor.
One thinks one loves you all-purpose, all calm, never resolved,
Because you’re only one sailor and one swab

In a climate of drumming opinions and best practices —
Your bacchanalia are talked up while slotted in —

Sailor tattooed with an addiction to visceral consequence, swab
Reigning over Proustian project boards, cost curves, etc.
Secretary of defense weeps over a condolence note...

No one writes like this, totally cool — it’s wonderful.
Back in the day when the fair-minded had complex appetites,
when pragma-morphism brainstormed about innocence


— in the larger context there was no recidivism to fashion.
About is a meta preposition,
Dante nibbled, in mumbled tones... under a huge, ampersand-shade of grace.

There was a terrific wine list — and that made for
cocktail perfusions. He had at strangers shedding their catwalk ambiguity.

And we’re moving back to then, wearing only raiment emotions, passing drinks around —

That’s not just a cherished, blame-the-victimy idea pushed into the text to make it current.
The current is baroque with — and about — democracy.
Here’s another invidious comparison. Confucian poetry, unlike most of ours, deliberately chooses lexical anchors that can be rapidly translated to other languages (and cultures). This appears limiting since the deliberation is a constraint, for most of us. Nonetheless, the strategy presumes no hip readership to follow the broad hegemony of a naturally universal meanings. (Historically the coolio presumption is encapsuled by the universal — coolness segregated within the hegemonic radius over the long run, clocking in with a short (close to minus and counting) shelf life for the art product and reception The surface warrant to the comparison, perhaps: Overspecification evolves into ‘period’ quaintness.

Saturday, March 4, 2017

Let’s compost for a mo.

The crisis is now. Form is not an
object but activity, an explosion,
funneling a non-hegemonic pulsation — and due to substitution
Gustave Flaubert haunts this

beside your double vanity, while keeping fit ...
Off rhyme (edges ratcheted) feels less difficult if we arbitrate known convictions.
I’m your doorsill to walk on and lick in anguish..

In the sink: we look fabulous, encaustic. Then a chanteuse
draws close, under scrutiny from your upcoming voice-over!

But that’ll be when as a suite we begin over
Like twins again in a trance once, just this once.
Really, we get down to reality
In a bucket? Filled with cash bags! I can see some pulleys ..

A smoking outline that subdues us
edging our blond manes that distract scoutmasters.

Everyone has to wipe off while, boo,
you’re impersonating a folk guitarist I outgrew,

So now you want to spend it all while you can,
floating to eke out a real living like an object
In a snow-globe, thankful for one small chest-hair.
And there I’ll leave it top of the scout manual ...
On the run, playing with tonalities, how funny you are..
There are bass chords you kept inside.
Between descriptions, silence a periphery.

No way to describe — much less rhyme — hiding on the loose.

Hiding loosely?

Rich chords loose in the air wonder how high an apartment we can get.
Ratty chain coffee; hideous poems. Bloated officials;
hideous poems. Restless sixty-year-olds; retread malware;
pedigreed art; hideous poems. Untaxed elites; hideous
poems. Safe sex; relaxed midcentury decor; hideous poems.
Open-necked business attire; democracy in dance; satire of the informed; hideous poems.
Entertainment business models; Kean dynasty; hideous poems. Fact into
fiction; hideous poems. Vice versa.

Friday, March 3, 2017

The guys with magic marker eyes who paid for this were enamored of throwing off
articulate signatures —
But everything was your idea
reaching back where it whirrs & sings..
I won’t cry with no message.
How long have you planted thoughts with no god? You lucky bastard.



Over the architecture construction advances.
Uncivil and abstruse, the building advances over the construction.
Everybody chips in
..
.. inevitably constructivist and supremacist impulses are joined.
.. always balancing art-historical concerns with the sexual depravities of your adored.
Up with proportionality, small and large together. Also — don’t know why — stately is exciting when you’re the star architect for an entire emirate.
Later, you do dangle like squalid balances netting zero,
the big net zero from demeaning upper-end values and
capital variables w/ finish.
That’s everything, a verb, noun phrase, enclosed ..
The sky squeaks now w/ common sense, folds into dreams.

The prose poem has changed due to English.
Hi cute girl in black hat that works here.

Videos are melding mind media. / The early ones are w/out turning
words. Un-wending, they stunk.

Who is as individual as the 1st film on a curly blade of grass to assess the new spring?
A friendly caveat for the melder,

Pal,
your ‘work-arounds’ bully sarcasm to un-wit ways and means to spiraling.
Blimey. (There’s a new policy to block deletions.)
I’m sipping Tropicana on curiosity’s behalf,
It’s close to a curio.. writing in sheer Lucida Sans
All the time, staggering!
Tomorrow I’ll tap out “My regrets,” switching phones.
I lost track of our last banter.

As a rule any attempt to hold forth is off topic. You are not coming back.
This commune’s been repurposed. A river bled dry because of science.
The rich (not advancement) won.
Still moral watchdogs wave peace flags among all genders.
Underneath, it’s mostly useful to stay radiant, short sleeves and a thong.
It’s with the other tenet I hold you for conniving to carpet silence.

Thursday, March 2, 2017

Brrrr. I hate this climate.
I would never rat on you just to
threaten to force you to wear thinner tights...


“A poem with fewer pictures looks better” tho we may have expected more

modest an overcast from the past touched by the future.
This is tomorrow before the cart.
The vapor’s spoken portrait is all for it, both arms...
You’re welcome, March-April. Plugged, tall, slim.
Aggrieving.

Wednesday, March 1, 2017

Quiet desperation, the flip side of formalism — the in-yr-face improvisers hold our attention. [‘We’ = a match in perseverance.] Hannah Weiner is perhaps our most performative, non algebraic example. The young John Wieners (and I’d stress the elder as much or more). There are texts and opuses that look unplanned and freely improvised. Can algorithms be improvised? The human names are familiar. O’Hara, Ceravolo, stretches of Notley, Mayer. Sometimes Spicer, sometimes not. The wildness of not knowing where each is taking us would be a common satisfaction. Today’s practice comprises the layering of plans and improvisation; post-Coleman we speak openly of fake jazz and look for positive results. Similarly, the fake improv of atomized procedures — to point to a solid phenomenon — allows for a number of false questions — Can algorithms be improvised? — along the way to sketching a counter addendum (nachträglich) between plan, no plan, a bicameral entry to inquiry about where writer and the writing are going.
Pastoral you and all it initiates take humane power in socialist space. It’s rare.

Home base, hierarchal Finland: say it’s working through the population.
We’re the entire crew. The socialist’s way.
Two smoky dogs tracking boots in drizzle, shining from sight, playing by stacks of storm windows in restless composure translators can’t reach.
Crime: The big picture shows me my modest place.
I’m technically adept dining in (or out).

From childhood, a few took umbrage from grumpy distortion,
fractured logic (Hex 39) and their own morbidity. While you —

You picked up the check. The enlightened instant swells, we’re looting prestige,
the nether handle to misapplied figures, images,
exactly what the cradle requests; the place rocks.
“There’s no intro. Descriptors peel away.

For each flight different comments are earned,” the old monograph continued,
“Take an idea that interests them or you, spend a few days researching,
protecting it, perhaps, with no outreach, no descending into light talk, either.”

You’re setting the pattern within dual representation,

getting some miles in, taking them on board, putting them in mind, say, of a future mono realism. Ethical precaution. Much untold on both sides.
I’m always explaining the place where I work.
Gateau what’s his name is done (delivered) in a tangle of foxglove as you and I de-meadow.

A company like ours takes it into the physics facility.


We’re in the flat present tense, account outlines in simultaneous perceptions
Reciting new slang exponents, since we have no major gay issues,
Making wave sounds while we scout flyweights in a recursive landscape.

Not mad, apeshit, the bumblebee shoots for the exit to the coast
hitting the surf in lithe shorthand (if we were to trace it) coupled with fast
puffiness and a black-to-yellow color of sane amalgamation.
Stutterers stutter trying not to
looking to ruses with adaptability in thorny circumstance,
unable to help us play a single practical
joke — I hadn’t spoken to you for months
of a construction zone perforated by mirrors, swindles..
directing procedural lunges toward more pranks.

It’s hard for me to take credit
..I’m a floater of cynicism on any topic I redact.