ouroborus deer.
 

 


race.
 

 


ptilia.
 

 


rose.
 

 

 

 

 

 

prince i.
 

 


prince ii.
 

 

 

 

 

 

voice [of god/ nothing from]
 

 


man [of god/ nowhere to]
 

 


thought [of god/ nowhen of]
 

 


sight [of god/ nohow for]
 

 

 

 

 

 

 

let's write stupid stupid
stupid accordian day

where the cunt whistles
whistles stupid to the window

eyes of green hay
that sear in continuous fray

let's fall stupid stupid
stupid chitinous moon

all of mind burns tallow
tallow as a cock is

in the mirror of a room
which breathes in sundry

exhale and mosaic blur
stupid stupid worlds

 

 

 

 

 

 

 


fawn.
 

 


corner.
 

 

 

 

 

 

 


awk.
 

 


jaw.
 

 


da.
 

 


wd.
 

 


wl.
 

 


chi.
 

 


ans.
 

 

 

 

 

 

 


arch.
 

 


vein.
 

 


apse.
 

 


trowel.
 

 


wards.
 

 


x4.
 

 


grasp.
 

 

 

 

 

 

 


tdv.
 

 


flesh.
 

 


groetsen.
 

 

 

 

 

 

 


ash ink water paper/ fire.
 

 


garden.
 

 


reetsood.
 

 


organelle.
 

 

 

 

 

 

 


kle.
 

 


axis.
 

 


tract.
 

 

 

 

 

 

 


starlight.
 

 


frame.
 

 


bowl.
 

 

 

 

 

 

 


ugc.
 

 

 

 

 

 

 


cgu.
 

 

 

 

 

 

 

lover, lover
thy death is quick
befitting
semi-self-important

whorling wood

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

conception is the better part of valor--
valor itself, so much fal
se honor-- so many downhill steps made easy
by gravity and the dust of emotion
and dew, to uncertain degree

and the whip is the lettered charge of concept
into the back that is flesh and is not flesh for being mind
or, as we slide and forgive and slip it in
--

flies barn barn flies
which is nothing if nothing is not trite
finally not killing the geese
one would raise in the wood

 

 

 

 

 

 

 



 

 

 

 

 

 

 

to those who mimic the imaginary
to better imagine

the collapse into a stream of scarce droplets
still dry

as the fires of heaven
upon lakes of hell

where the fish turn as fasts of clocks
finding no rest

that doesn't already exist
to them then this

forgive yourself nothing
but that you have no regret of dying

upon these ladders that seem with death

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

i'm flowing over your mouth with my mind
as the funereal trees conspire
and the heart expands again, a flower
of bees without master, a sign

of nonsense greater than the winter
which bides before each spring
of eyes pitch and hazel, and blue
as well as gold, realigned

and my mouth is a mouse of water
as all words weigh as grey and mossy
as an ounce of intricate mud
in true-drawn light, i float as rivers

gone and rivers going, over your mouth
an ocean upon a stream as the trees

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

i'm flowing over your mouth with my mind

as the funereal trees conspire
with elegance

the great night neither mask
nor dream

and you breathe

 
there are cool fires glowing centers
in everything a starry seed

more than window that lessens breeze

 
and you breathe and i do not see

the forest hare for the droppings
of dog and deer and the white trash

of moonlight and men
and time in its essence

so much coin without end

 
and you breathe but i do not know
and you breathe

 

 

 

 

 

 

 


11.
 

 


22.
 

 


33.
 

 


44.
 

 

 

 

 

 

 


245.
 

 


244.
 

 


243.
 

 


242.