The sun shines larger. We rely,
really like your ideas. / O
great.

It’s such nice work, any idea
with its schema proliferates a birthday
between thoughts of kindness, tragic themes
of incitements; or was it empty?

I’m still not finished, you pay.
We call soliloquy theoretical
since there’s no one else speaking.
The idea she’s extended is not audible —

it’s just a backstory in a way
sulking inside these rooms —

fado or Art Farmer,



stay with it, sister + have what you own grow
as an entire practice, possessive habits flattened into

semantics + looser distinctions
over words bringing up the actual goods ..

It’s a question of .. you can say
there are no stages.

Tone shifting subjects:

Never dine — a term of,
that cannot be considered in terms
until in a blizzard
the boat’s cortex (the kitchen) — the hold

I cannot stress enough
we’re suspicious of wormholes, tho

Apothegm

On a highway, Bodhisattva’s police lights disappear, molecular
Effects — Luxury vans seem to flow in the balance. Further uphill
Hauling “rays of light that seethe patently,”

A ray’s lip, your lip curls in this performance / your opinion counts,
Made easier — you take the wheel,
Officer. I’ll hand it to you & have your way —

There is due process replicating our facial
Access to push-pulls, comfort in no comfort.

Yes or no, certainly.
All attempts to throw your voice were dumb & of a special force,
Interventions & addictions too disproportionate

To the unknown risks. As one infringer you fail to mushroom,
Ignored. But our positions are hellbent when three or more
Make wisecracks on misaligned terms. So we need oversight.

Thanksgiving poem —
Chestnuts stand around in jobbed hoards.
This is a country with open arms,
Click opioids.

Close up.. Let’s agree you agree
Scrub jouissance good — reformulating innocence
Getting good out of recoveries, re-do’s, re-applications,

Clenching-tight, we’re a team.

Here’s one moving like a mobile when we go back to the invention of planets, sympathizing
with a numbers guru also the director of the environment — one of them.
Often that’s a normal if baritone and determinative segment to sing.

Swimming
to there uproots the light series, sopranos exhaling into
                                        sympathetic lampooning..

Their sympathizing reminds us of contingencies we picked up from a tray

of bright
boomerangs that tantalize in the feasible,
wanting nothing implausible and showing
what go around and come around, left to their own desires and systems.

Truth is we’re feathery.

Shorthand abstractions
like unforgettable elements
to our touching and holding the
moment, surrounding it with
illusions of taking off for the
unknown,

spinning or spun / upset / out of control yet
that’s how we fasten the starry messenger
to move around objects.

100% our touch.

Citing a theory of state with new grammar,
Card was de-activated.

It’s a perilous ‘was’ —

There’s high cognition in light opera
Observing very little ethical cohesion. For oomph

Modifiers note each commitment on a riddle gauge, puns with data solutions on the punishing (rolling) ground looking up.

(I don’t mean that as deeply before we give you over.)


Finish a stretch and the state gets confused. Confused the way


Danzig is the Wallace Stevens of evil urban clusters..

Ok, this is not Danzig. Clinically proven.
But theory is something else.

I weigh your music, your great granddad’s piece about

Bang you’re dead

Average, self-guilt along with bland lucky tones, a problem. No gist, too popular.

So relax thine form here.

Everything dark-accented inflates 3 dimensions into immense mist of

Yarn. Poor wee sparrow’s beaten yet breathing

True to form A.

The unequal in luck float more already. I hope you’re happy.

I came for the invoices.
Ever notice? No one lives in that town.

Half vegetarian, self eliding fog drinks only from untied, treasured loafers for energy.

We cannot mean erasure, remember.

Our nerve was invaluably infused by regulatory propriety when we got up to dance, founding paradox such as

Naming a landscape and giving it rebirth. Rename it and you bestow an ecology of resonance and history.

We’ve heard enough.
This is strictly the governor’s business.

Will, you remember, Stephanie? A will from the past,
We’re thinking you heard its once-dying poet
Who cradled the face sorrow brings to bed,
Someone who could listen to bluegrass and lose it.

The wind smudging a porch. That sort of will.

We’re scared. / Good night to expose no non-accident or two that don’t matter, made tactical
As we circumvent exchange elements; we’re remaking spatial morality into chance agency,
No vision, no dash, no longer having to know.

You contain only so much of me.

I live where you belong.

*

Someday all this will be yours. A few
City blocks that lean socialist, an oblique, neat,
Untapped atmosphere w/ corners of slovenly
Housekeeping and, worse, earnest alignment,
Reading strung out everywhere and living
Chronologically simulate the senses; these new scents
Went in circles as tho undressing.. sidestepping
Into some prowess of floating un uniquely, unquietly, new —

In Japan they have I-novels, sticky variations on Euro-American models. The I-novel cantilevers inside without. A flood of phone calls offers ‘relationships.’ No time for that.

The I is like everyone else, a nutshell of a wonk glaring, boasting bragging rights for having interesting things to read, packing up old love notes, crayoning hearts and drunken smiley faces, pledging boundless love.

Of course the I-novel is heavy. The I spent decades as a stealth pathologist performing autopsies on ‘live data.’ Subjects were mostly strung out on sofa sectionals of pulverized dots — big, jaunty shapes that swaddle their inner pooch, ducking your punch and closing the distance.

Rainy Sundays we break for the Beijing Olympics observed or imagined on the ceiling. Rationed atheism, a main event, secret ballots floating free cross wires in codes of conduct. Glue is the open door, the color of bone, an addiction to no one. Late afternoon to another.

In bar lighting, one’s eyes drift as if
getting laid underwater. I see why snails
build a house. They stick around, slowly tank,
coltish to the end. Jacobeans. With
them everything would be fixed.

I came straight from the agency, our agility welded to the pile of dirt flung after a party’s coupons expired. It’s all ours along with brutish architecture and lab animals attending what’s neat and new to me.



N.. I’ll take your little posts and flesh them out. Saying what is unmeant, quiet, ambiguous. I won’t rampage in a sense, shifting one thing at a time into the present.

The cosmos is unexplained, parts one and two.



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 of the others, wayward humanists, we render as divas and idiots, and they take the bullets; why?

The cosmos hence is unwilling to go far, this way or that, a plywood-and-particulates object flying in time where light is produced by something heated.

Let me grab my pen and clamber over here to the iconic network... you’re right, this isn’t the mammoth for you or me. Before the heat dies we’ll try praying in all directions and improve our math skills for our partners’ sexual satisfaction as they pivot from jokers to a ringing mountain of attention-grabbing hysteria.

Blackened windows:

We know we don’t know
Facts are a marketplace,
A rendezvous to encapsulate sleights of tongue.

Memories were untold on both sides.

I’ll have sherry Pepsi. And just the sardines.
I’m sorry this happened. I was going to stay
from the moment we set the stage squinting within representation,
getting some miles in, taking them on board, putting them in mind
of a future photo realism.

This is an impressions album. Or it was. Youth is so impressionable.

Ultra blurry, anamorphic, bound movement sung by writing it, but occurs in the latest form of repayment,

— you
weigh nothing in and get no credit, no
spectral, tiny swaggering to cash in



                                                   Downing, there’s a substitution agreement containing someone else
                                                   and me in force, pulled on from inside.

— oh yeah, pulled awake more, more than once w/ a face of a poet. Or a filled out line. Or lines. Smiling lessons.

Capital tactics are nothing at all, only sustained focus and innovation in nowhere equivalent to I won’t do it, nah, thanks.

Nah

all right, let’s start the open air in complete command of nothing. From the outside the sky is in a square shape, bolted
in blips w/ a simplex-repetitive top layer, tethered for interpretation.

We’ll ingest all at once. Absolute-ly
blind tessellation, inflating while we data dive

exhaling the meaning / meaningless problem activating our trial over the last half century. W/ glass-and-steel additions for

investors, scientists working together.

No shortcuts. Nope. The perverted best part was
how twin birdbrains occupied your emotional life, the highest in Japan.
The guardian part made this a better world with a splash
Of blood on my shirt. It’s for you, Jack.

1) many immediacies, many readings

2) consider sources, friend some

3) available materials, define availability / IT

4) improvise (and comment)

5) I wondered about

6) who are you / pertinent to whom

7) how does that sound

Adorno says plain speech is a fair shake at fame

When you put your money down.

We can start over in the middle but it’s really Dorothea Lasky.

I deed thus

This, a squalid compound of chunky fuchsia-footed jewels camouflaged for conceptual continuity as it were, trademark of both natural and technical production

Since we sport a manifold like vacuum,
Like the oboe in I. Got. You. A destiny with foam.

A note:

Illusory a
-utomatism maintains a low balance outdoors evolving pretexts that amount to near zero, a
large zero, derived from sweet metaphors for punishing discourse. A
nonetheless graceful concealment provides fractions within our known physics, demeaning no value and a
variable either way.



Thank you Jeezus.

For almost all our dual multiverses judge us smitten, each with one’s own cloud, lucent gray with a
pebble inside, each unrestrained and too outspoken while giving away access to a
fresh haystack in pursuit of a silver meadow.

— I see your potential; don’t wait to be huge. Time is temporary; eternity

Later.. it’s not much. Get your share, knocking the moment down with small talk, unscripted, unpredictable.

Suspend suspension of all kinds of illusion —

Nebulae. Curved and hollowed.

*

Our hesitance to go there is weather related warmth riding in and a similar sauna of fog, darkness offshore the day before.

The atmosphere squeaks common sense. We can’t feel it though its pace is emboldening dreams.

What hinges out?
Hop in, I’m a musician.

______________________


I’m seeking head of the Kunsthaus —
Your eyes filled with unmeasured disassociation.
Your hair’s on the brink.

*

Good looks like these rein as monuments,
enforce manpower identities like parodists who assume to fill human needs mit trifles.

I have aged for you. You may have noticed I’m on the side of folding in meaning that has no purpose, just sheer falsetto.

You want in? Try eye accessing cues, carve out what rafter was seen strapped at the top. A name for emphasis might be imagined.

A serious noun.
There’s a method to share.

There is an automated palletizer of bread
With industrial KUKA robots in a bakery
In Germany where groove is still a verb.

An odd relay plants these thoughts.

We don’t do pinpricks, I’m told. I did my research.
Since I’m not adding bespoke grammar to discontinuous anguish,
This would be a special offer, today only.
Anyway, I retract my falsehoods.

Like crustaceans we cave to forgetfulness.

Blinds drawn, our overly prefixed, scavenged opacity fills with sang-froid & riches of dark matter screening off the comic pedigree.




Before that, looking far ahead was fantastic, a civilizing process added to eternal space

Filling our eyes with unmeasured disassociation.

*

We global capitalists itemize all bets.
One pleasure is borrowing sentences to raise
consciousness: Neuroplasticity feels like games,
‘competition, everybody against everybody.’

Poison, antidotes are a way of life. Speaking of the pure land, he wrote over her.

A value added to both their credit.

He had to deposit deleted utterances in the surface structure. [As a loan officer who writes regularly she can steal from herself to mark something up and call it his...] Purity hence is being looked into. It just feels wound up terribly with the same horology he withdrew.

Swimming synchronized as a
composer in this case, not the narrator,

You’re not alone. The scene is chewed over, sculpted penmanship.

And here’s an apple
for the teacher. (He caught her addiction.) It’s a straightforward proposal:

You can see the signs.

Big-eyed instincts?
                              hard
to get out of the valise. We pirated the code.




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

The fit was good.

I noticed you work under me to make your poise smoke
w/ the problem being.

Everyone is resolved, the body is loaded w/ 3 seasons at a painting crossroads:
More relaxing filming bricks
and masked ducks or being w/ anyone who routinely
does things that would be awesome if intentional.

Filming or taping = [that is / that which is] painting / reporting.



Purple black teal — these axioms are exaggerated
yet feed-your-brain journalism takes control knocking many painters
off, gamblers bent on painting counterterrorism, cleaning up the future space, reporting that is that / which is ..

There’s a cloying aspect when able bodies gather to
phenotype, we have to polish the devices

we had called gateways where wealth is wed (the dooryard)
to far correlates inventing a new intelligence of largess.

*

Invest now, daylight garners
each of us a stairwell math to snap out of going off half-

footloose & naked yet shooting for triumph.
(Triumph is creepy. We remember the salad shooter.)

*




The third part I guess is our resolve that comes in processing integuments,
weekly tea, investigative retailing, beholding a set of kettledrums..

Here’s our take on getting back together. It’s another part
to tensive healing (a method) stitched to transparency (washes of shadow)

*

in compliance w/ odds off bets already placed... wherein
musical notes, conflicts w/ breakfast & rubbery clouds, a proverbial laugh:

Nobody totally killed it. The docents were untouched.

The estate repaired to is only offered in the ‘thereabouts’ pattern:

still, it’s not overrated, I whisper to you, falling myself for reincarnation roughing it ..oh,
wait we did this already..

The Civilian Conservation Corps was well before our time but we see their handiwork in large cities.

I’m rather excited. We’ll leave it at that.
The place was beautifully democratized.

Justice, liberty, rule of shadowy lures...

Also, it’s easier for you, suddenly, you have more gardens to soften interruptions, using soft consonants down in your throat.. you’re holding firm. How many epochs of parallel scenery can sidewinders take?

The air compiles fillers in conversations you can pin on like tendrils and use on future blind dates ..




There’s no contest as every word expresses the park telling jokes.

Land use. That’s what the new world is about. Are we breeding steer or picking pansies?

I’m reading Jean Cocteau again, watching Butterfield 8.

You too. Sorry, I have no other apolitical associations I can share. I was running through the park everywhere. Don’t know why we are in this automatic summation of before now or a minute from now after the transaction but before it turns up on your mobile device. Last thing, the parallel adjective is ‘fuzzy.’




Richard Howard translates Cocteau, Unknown and betrayed, that is a poet’s fate, the and italicized. To continue, There’s another slant to male deadpan, social conditioning in lexical pragmatics. The schema echoed by take-downs, inflammable straw men (physique / text), and clustered pellets (biodata), whose immolation compels male gut pleasure. The instant take-down / -out. You can’t have deadpan without it.

Granted, on a more personal note, I can maintain a liberal pronoun to cry my way into teaching in the park.

Your search had no results.

The time is split into categories of use for work and for the sinister about-face of a system download added to our labor.

A life sentence for causing a ruckus.

Call me when you are ready.

You’re showing up more. I got wind of it, put you in

Just to make you list. 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 (in my blanc head),

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

Some things you need to whisper again.
(I forget now what you sound like.)

We’re trained in several logos and theologies;

Hey it’s obvious as that degree you’re holding.
Hands down. Take a verse.

Sung language has a light vegan sexuality

We chew to 1 side, noted by 3rd parties



Hanging out in their unusual white corridors

Suggesting you’re still trembling from the



Chew off, just a short chopper ride

From the bank and trade. It’s vegan

With a so called mother gloss, 1st-
Order phenomena pitted together as cognates

Still coming to seed and adornment,
Half-audible ricochets feeding us like a lawn.

To remain disciplined on our new celestial motion weekend
Calls for comfort and drill, “...habits of empire.”
Start over.

Cocktail wieners.
Kids love them!

Peel’em back and throw your knives.
A (s)he-mind’s pill for song and dance is so! long overdue.

Our partners are shiny but then fallen, with grey streaks.

Huh? Is it the fire? Up in smoke flames ideal sparks glow,

The red moon indispensable for smearing the made light

That travels down in a tiered border-like scrawl.

We’re back writing without an attorney.
“That’s how the paint sails” within taxonomies, overheated,
Sprawling, a mind occupied, just so. The bus door was gone.

Ceremony, a philosophy of :

Can you take a seriously argued philosophical position and call it ceremony? Yes.



Rustic wedding symphony:

[Just before going thru with it, however, we started looking at the bridal gifts, lots of chopped vegetables (or vegetable facets) in the accounting as well as astronomy as pertain to unexpected reordering of mixed waivers, how these areas are comedically meta laden by dint of a non vegetative force that implels monstrosities.. they’re hidden quite a bit further along, occupants of an ultimate middle ground, tho, between endless pain and one’s data (data = life) offed. Rational function fails until you find some end zone for Longer | Higher Meaning | Religiosity! — an arena for squeegeeing and bursting ires ..]

We marry. There are mantras on rustic tolerance and good manners but no one has more than the allotted answers for the stumper final (newer solutions are nothing less than what we had in mind!) :

Where did passions portend? Search on This Topic, Wittgenstein mentions A Handbook for... [transcending its genre] co modeling automata, ‘atom-isms’ of any one philosophical position’s task.

Did I mention Wittgenstein helped set our algebraic terms? This is a dynamic factor everywhere the living supersede manners and physicality itself, where there is no privacy. Not now. Started back before Béla Tarr’s close ups, his editing, the ‘border violations’ and the runtime of his films transcended precise location and presence.