the ambulance chaser

you ever chase an ambulance

really chase one

could have ambulance chases

like a demolition derby

get some people out there

ambulances there

and they just chase around

and eventually

pretty quick

some chaser is gonna get ambulanced

they'll have caught one

and they will count themselves lucky

to have had all those ambulances around

crowded in 

around them like stars

stromboli is made of strombol
pasta is made of past

and i'm not the devil

and you're no faust

nonsense that makes sense
better than nonsense 

that do  

n't

Any Ho-Chunk; any Sioux? 

Any post-2ndary?

Any rainy almanacs 

of almost-pyred honey? 

Any women maidens

of sylvan starling weft? 

Any fires flagrant?

Any moons caress.

 

keep it sinful, cupid


ur nicer than
loneliness
4 loveliness
ravaged
n decay
n the vnice
of venus
whorrorbrilly
bored

as debord
reordering
adorably

this shower
all i claim

like a fish
w a lobotomy

and a book
knock knock
knock knock

goose
sound sound
sound sound

grave
weight
grace

grace
weight
grave

thriven roux

got superciliousity from a supercillabus

got religion from god

got myself reshaped and rehealed

got myself practically reborn 

got mother earth got all this sun

got metaphysique as kind as tenor

got downlevel got some kindly terror

all as awe and owl is as all as gone 

hypercholori upon a carcass pink

loess marbles vines aspire

got appetite got apperception

got cautionary integrity and a plate 

got specifics on eternity as thrive as green 

as lawn/ as is as all is as all is done

art does not escape the medium 

that is living. based on life 

a living debasement of sky. inescapable 

size of implacable measure. impeccably

erotic as erosion derived.

like pacing upright 

and at the end of the drive

half a somersault

whatever this is i'm sure

it's not anything thought of 

sort've thought'f

the dog barking has a name 

that bird trilling has a kind

the plane is serialized 

like altogether

an all-encumburant article 

of dissipations of disparity

if not despair 

sometimes the wind

as soft as it is nice 

sometimes the light

dark as the sea 

as the sea sums 

as the sea sums all 

as the sea sums salt

as the sea sums 

as the sea sums chlorine

as the sea sums timelapse 

as the sea sums sea

not anywhere near 

to one

the night 

with me in it doing nothing

is as it is to everyone in slumber

not at all 

just as songs of thought 

are poems if when you think them 

feel as your own 

there is always irony near

the sins of stars do sear

in the palace of the home

dauntless tasking

notional shunnings of rain

of sunlight

the ebb and flow of drafting

of draftlings

 

hearthenings and seconds

comforts divined

so crazy

it makes almost sane people go sane

personally

it one of the prettiest things

is an infinity mirror

and unlit room

with a single flame 

and the room itself

spun

the flash of life before my eyes

always dying

in discrete frames of tide

Iain. M. Banksy 

is the greatest 

imaginary 

artist who 

ever 

that actually 

is. 

i'm not funny, not that i wish i wasn't. 

do you know what lightning is? 

in this i swim. 

rage and brotherhood

motherhood and sin 

over here in America

post-orwellian

somebody just shoot Putin

and everyone thank

whoever that is

*pronounced with a short u

the char of the chart

the carta

the charm before the char

the charma

der deer der

der 

deer

der

der deer

der          der

                                      der

 

soft like the flat of a razor
soft like the tip of a whip

soft like a rose-wooded arrow
soft like a sinking ship