Landscape:
Pull-driven, time loiters, no overhead, summer cushions by doorways, both smile —
I challenge myself every day. It’s what shakers do in daybreak — a few figures unclasp white headbands.
White on seraphic white.
Here’s your companion with his successor, a comrade just in time.

Breakfast past midnight is smokin’ yet a lost cause. Like The Inferno and Nerves and every shined wonder since, I have nil to learn engineering the tide of speech desire.

The sky can be celebrated. Sorts.



Why make so much of fragmentary blue in here and there an owlet or purple hairstreak?

To Democrats: Stop repeating Trump tv clips, show people’s reactions, hurt, bad feelings.

Over the summer construction advances.
Uncivil also true, the summer advances over the construction.
Everybody goes!

..
.. inevitably constructivist and supremacist impulses are joined.
I am always balancing art-historical concerns with the sexual depravities of my adored.
Challenging the hodgepodge. I like small and large together. Also — don’t know why — stately is very exciting.


I have nothing — O Q-tip

A private-public distinction
no longer limits enormous outcomes.

Besides giving birth
I write on my agenda.


I manufacture algorithmic spoons, tugboats and flyweights.
For lunch I drink up history, empathy, bounce.

My protectors are brokered by a security company like ours,
taking it inside the parturifacient facility.

Scary Movie was a date flick. Synopsis:

You see sloganeering is back. Join today.

“My regrets.” Switching phones.

What is curious style?
Taken whole:
“Give in, dig it.”

Blimey. (There’s a new policy to block deletions.)
I’m sipping Tropicana on curiosity’s behalf,
Taken your lead. Word processing in sheer palatino
All the time, staggering!
Tomorrow I’ll tap out more deletions I forgot to lose —

is leaving us holding the check in a synthetic notoriety of chintz and winsomeness stomping giantlike across our timidity. Even his neck muscles have learned to shrug at morality, a great veteran starts to combust. Creatures of air we request
belonging to no faith —

We don’t like observing mere cycles in atmospheres yet
I get the idea,
an ugly feeling
tho Janus is proud to sponsor
Janus at table, bedside,

his wearing the same underwear year-round even
while an entire summer holds spring —
He won’t ever change or go away? Declawed, pure agnostic, let’s.. good grief! our mellowness will
perish. This is no time to sit —
                                     hear us out
ripening the season exceeding
our outwardness —

packing a grizzly unease about dice rolls
before fall turns back to a crime scene,
aspects of which vanished in air applied to Janus.

Angst, a buffered work force, roughens up indulgence.
You got married without thinking about known side effects,
without — wait, I forgot why I called.

We’re halfway there. That’s when the aliens evanesce.
The loneliness and excruciating pain
smothered during rifle practice.. swimming in a freezing
basin, weeping .. You try piling on debt, ok?

The it happens. A man’s voice, handsome, calm, also nervous ab structure.
Protecting its dignity threatens it. Everyone knows that.
Bathing —
‘worth the trouble’ — called out in a tremblor voice to children blurring the terrain,
ruthless closure.

Nobody is definitely into being annoyed; the problem, as an affect and prerequisite, engineered simplicity holds unspoken coordinates for pouring tonic over the glass table of other people. Internal ‘gears’ relegate nauseous effects, which are natural, to personal advantage, which you have to waive anyway, as though privileged opposition were some huge treasure.

Secretary of defense weeps over a condolence note.
No one writes like this, pulsating — it’s wonderful.

A miracle.

*

This how-to about psalmistry is readably awesome, period.

I forget what really and concretely mean to nature.
My post values are so skewed I forget William Blake.
I forget historicism.
I forget the Kennedys and the Dead Kennedys.
It’s the same wearing bangs.

We’ve been there waiting for a rush
                     that
Above and beyond don’t even have, the ready time
                     that
our mouths slew dates hammered on crackers
and gouda, and no sooner had we primped
                     than
we looked dopey in bed —

My friend is smoking, “I’m
hooked on classics,” he was saying turning
this way and slowly when we sat down
before a mirror, “I’m crazy
about our necks brought up to today.”

“Put your thinking cap on,” a young gambler over the phone,
“Let’s give up love stinks.”

Courage I believe must go on in performance. I hope you’re happy.

I believe — also like you — rubble-filled drapes can open

Horizons making amends. What’sittake?


A hip cast of super angels strumming harps for a full encore of Zeus Arrhenothelus
Bringing up larger drama for the stretch and preen in vigilance —

Fall back, breathe while new cast members get authenticated —
Casually removed or

Restored at a slight remove from darkness everywhere
Since we sport a manifold wave like most vacuum ..

As he got closer he realized he was his age
or maybe a couple of years younger. An
esthete’s fingers wrapping Lalique.

In lounge lighting, letting both his eyes drift as if
thanking me underwater, & he grasps why snails
build a house, why they stand around & tank,
coltish to the end. Complicated. Jacobeans.

You have reached HR. Unemployment ‘better’ than 50 .. Which you are you?

After the fall you ran a plutonium on consignment discount thinktank. You thought that would be one outcome. Or would if you used to.
And naturally you know you’re a misfit for an assignment like this.

New Hebrides calls for a quirk of sculpture in a spatial recession. The employment

Traffic is light. Hai, the tank answered to its dark alter ego; oh, the specificity is lost. Get this, a thinktank that speaks to itself, as a supposition. To save life (a), a blur of messianic pronouns embodies subject matter (b) that are pruned and run through demi graphic filters. It’s moderato brooding, adding to a cobbled blow-up (b) with dubs of complaints that dovetail into an opus of no ideology.. You operate in English but (a) resort to the braying tactic, but yeah. (You might infer lack of taxonomy.)

Take info form to bullet the ideas, grading your results.

Our crash test is of course.. You.. and I’re / are habits of empire living on proceeds, motion futures of one of each you,
each of you.

*

The buzz is those who knew stuff rued physical property.
It’s feasible if you say

** I believe
There’s a way we recover from this and most happiness / as litigants in the field henceforth —

The sports-arts-logic field once there was a C-class
and we stay on board ..

Breathe, kick, push, kick, four / five ..

It’s about letting go and taking you out of context —

Yeh, sure, take me on your own.

We ride defensive, pointilized elevators to brighten down narcissism. We crazy bastards.

We have polling data. “There’s no intro. Descriptors peel away.

In each house a different name is earned;” the old monograph goes on,

“Take an idea, anything that interests you or them, spend a few days noticing,

protecting it, perhaps, without outreach, no descending into light quotations.

Then from the moment you video, you set the stage ‘parameters’ — we’re all squinting within staged representation,

getting some miles in, taking them on board, putting them in mind, say,

of a future photo realism. Much untold on all sides.”

Your bromide is familiar. Let me grab a pen. You’re gaining attention for the wrong reasons, dummkopf. Stay where you are. Exploit the familiar, even an inkling. Glow fast.

The cosmos is unwilling to go far, now or later, this way or that — what we inhabit is neither a stoner planet nor merely a plywood-and-particulates object flown in time (w/ fewer and fewer afterparties). Earth turns out an enormous intimation as sexual icon, promoting death, laughter.

Those laughing are listening, assuming we’re incandescent.

De rigueur for now is farfetched. / Let’s consider what might outrank expecting your return. / Stanford. Harvard.
Same-sex hobos sleeping on railroad tracks
Dialogs sound libertine laced w/ Frankfurt School brio and science fiction.

Your life is the intervals it contains minus your free channels — / which is a way of drawing.

Are they tears or fears? They are mediocre — after Joe Elliot’s “This Is How It Happens”

Astrologers from a famous university have nothing to give back. The known entity we reference as outer space is erratically arced with self-erased trapezoids and dull oblongs like my briefcase covered in olfactory sketches: Cosmos unexplained, parts one and two, fingers crossed.

Given my double indemnity, your unfulfilled categories stand tiptoe atop broken mosaics, hearts pounding from overtime. Fast above the lush, appointed blur. Keeping my hand warm.

I notice your underwear, a denomination marked w/ jealousy. They pill.

Yeah, that’s funny.

Take one of mine.

*

Add you’re welcome. What used to smoke like axioms will come back as an erotic variety of lurches, of nibbling torque measured in dotted lines missing your skin. Have we no will nor interest to shed our platform ambiguity?

Rainy Sundays or any day we break for the Mandarin Olympics observed or imagined on the ceiling: Rationed atheism has long been the main event. Secret blank ballots float free to find a math of situation (music), steam and rush-formatted white ‘sky’ disappearing like factions of multiplicities (an ear for copulation). Contextual effects (procedures) are more fearless (less indiscernible) when crossing boundaries within socialist codes of conduct. Many a performance opens doors, colors of bone, an addiction to be no one. Late afternoon to another.

It’s July.

And this is what it means to have a muse.

A poet will work in a freezing apartment that is far more than a place for thoughts to gather. She struggles in cold rooms for little compensation beyond the joy of subverting the arbiters of something. Something something.

                                        Absenteeism:

for Justin

Darn.

Fuck situationists. We can’t say new and improved until we follow Justin slipping into Snoopy’s personal hygiene strategy.

We don’t think about it, because we’re not the ones who situated his zeitgeist. One secretly wants fact checking.  

There’s a couple, dabblers in Justin’s fame, in an adjacent field. Let’s scratch and test them. Slim and teeming with desire between parens — this one welcomes the intrusion. 
To hell with middle distance or stringent circles in seminars, forced movements, to hell with coercion, curfews, all lethal pressure. Tho the situation is this.

Lantern jaw. Not a jaw, but a chin that extends fuzzy as a lantern to the flab of the neckline. Right. A weak chin. No jaw. A double chin. No character, a dark, cerebral dog.

Outside the again-feel of New England gathers around a neighbor’s — H.K. Richardson’s ash shingle, brightened archways, and oh neighbor, H.K., thank you. Beyond us, beyond them, 4% atoms in tiny wriggling strings, 22% of the tug, dark and unknown.

don’t pick anyone else..

What can be done to language? Again?

Boredom is poor experiment, our supervisor says; and that’s what we wrote down to snap out of it — lightness, joy, eyes-open dream. Knower and known are clean osmosis in reverse! It’s clearer every day we’re way behind the unoriginal frontier.

Time I guess to air-lift over our eagerness. I’ve been a floater of cynicism in relation to any concept I adopt. (It’s hard for me to take credit.)
I consider myself a neurolinguistic product manager, btw. Once removed.

Treatment: I polished the text. Handed it in? I


Did. 
We chose photomurals for the candidate’s political subject matter, like this halftone of a garland arch running along the gag foreground filling with panicked folk. We coaxed them to cross over to catch the show before the last buses. 


Up, tremendous in fact, then down, 
two detainees listened to someone else, a thinly veiled copy of an authentic audience member. The visual glow of happenstance, quirks and turns like a block party, informatics about celebrity homesickness — no wonder people lost their jobs; it becomes less friendly in mid-candidacy with proliferating mordancy infiltrating foreground shifts from one folk cell to another, back and forth. 



To keep up the audience don’t find a compromise. But vote often.

Collaborating on my entrance essay: 1 firmly believes 1 can do this. The question is the same.

Nothing went wrong?

Question losses, excesses*.

Not a problem — for a relief pitcher staying blithe in the win column, changing into a tenebrae-
stitched uniform, yet eco-conscious and looking cool in response to 1’s frantic call.

*The answer is the same. Next, we did our homework, which was study more for a spelling bee.

Yeh. Say you’ll be back. You never can tell. You do yesterday over, don’t pick anyone else.

Your movements go by a few names, still coordinated but hidden in hardly underwear.


Not dreadful but low, classic, easy, unforgettable elements from holding, surrounding one’s presence (for now) then taking off, quiet and respectful in everyday nudity.

For nudity, it’s always a swing dance in practice, a whole new side of narrowing expense and becoming hollow thru the center, pockets and all.

A lot of Dutch people go Dutch.

Got it, I’m wordy-terse but I feel what I think.
Words are our feel-
Ers. The river purrs, purls — not its sound
But ours, so I read this
By me and not me, us.

I’ll invade your space then just leave.

At least I have my integrity. I live on Race Lane.

The dream of swimming over to you in dark briefs, the Buddha machine on low — it’s not torture unless it causes organ failure. It’s playing “Lapping My Skull.” Your fiancée has dozens of spices from the pantry, just so. I’m fifteen. We can do the roundtable math quite well, yet not entirely. Free-range sunlight in the clerestory of our lair... where elements of bloodthirsty aplomb are excessively off-key. Safety in timing carefully disguised as bright and furious, knowing the advantage waiting a beat.

I’ve good news in bed. (But) I’m getting ahead.

Just because I feel nothing, Pessoa

You’re leaking results before ‘thinking it over’;

IF I have no idea to hold you,
THEN how does an idea
Of idea an

-ticpate stipulating processes for missing the feel of practice?
Let’s start w/ an idea
Of making out
In a big tree in heaven where detachment is trimmed back —




Just because I feel nothing doesn’t mean
I can’t or won’t come up w/ representational songs of cognition, w/ jaded lyrics..
Literally externalize my comfort. Externalize discomfort, too.

..

You’d lose a lot of the dude and preachy man. Sounds yeh.

Language + the materials referred to, dimensions variable. Dimensions variable. That’s the ceci n’est pas une pipe part.

I’m one of those hoarders of history, picking out, piling stuff in the garage (of accessible language), keeping worn wire and Ted Greenwald materials staggered like chairs.

Tonal asperations.

The luminous patina of an excommunicant / He thought about SciFi from the
Sixties / Of a bright light obvious labyrinth / All of his life as if he
were a mercurial creature / As if meeting death half-way by making connections / The
kind of greenish pallor you’d desired

He thought about SciFi from the Sixties / As the furry chestnut vendor turns from the
window / Fighting the relative fight to endure / His coat with his
assassin’s bullet, effluvia and stuff / All of his life as if he were a mercurial
creature / Etc.

Clad to the hilt in gray-to-black sheer cotton, we weren't discussing our
business at table. Taciturnity in such morbid surroundings was
statutory. "Mm," he said. He was staring at my polar bear wussy daredevil
snuggle E. S. P., wondering how much it cost.

Bandits 1st.

You translators are a close 2nd.

That leaves ‘just the 2 of us.’ We appear ordinary. This is about something else.

Then I repeated if I were you I’m all I should have —

Lacan began as a young athlete reading Lacan.. speaking as a single expert, you’re my portal.

Jump in — “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 (jumping in), it seems mathematical to have lovers shifted or fired come to work anyway,
achieving a seeming bliss of the non-willed state, enlightened refusal, still out of breath
like an argument lacking design.”

So this was an 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 what’s left and right into it.

Eminent domain: Dawn went. You were next. Nothing else.
Not to arouse the unknown or undue, your well being was my concern. I won’t forget.
And that does it for this hour. Circumstances have postponed further equity w/out a wife, w/out you = one counter-narrator chuckles in introspection as one picks at our rhapsody rights, erasing them (or trying) in observed time, laughing behind the capitol. Many observers.

Modulating the self comprises an apotheosis
according to types of daring.

Don’t smolder, show us.


Vainly in never induce italics:
We gave it up at the Office.

This is rarely for the 1st time
disappearing in molecules like other words, molecules ago.

I cut my teeth on fantasy sport:

Black and white French films of the 1950s —
A spiral staircase was a happiness problem abandoned on a technicality,

Noted on snare drums
(Highly aperitif) morally camouflaged in the past.

Grr going forward (in French), merciless itch, what’s the entry for time travel?
Passing thought solved for X “casting
of cities” thinking past us. 2 years before
messing with U. Why did we wait?

Showing results for sibilants: ‘You’re good. Doing this, I said. Just
Report to duration centers for the rich for best pricing, unless
Theft look better. Go. Fees balanced. Good.’
Then you told me repetitive motion went further —
Making money w/out reason is mass

-ive. After.. surely if that’s the way you feel, there are vector
Utilities for expressing enzymes w/ the dollar’s lips.

— national perfume! spritzed to scale on demand.

Adrift, the patriarch replied, there is a whole thing
You’ve already swallowed.. had a bite. Of some

Of it. But I learned a lesson.

There was no progress : expresses enlightenment
..you're in our thoughts will pass.