open teat
open sign 
open play
open real
open gone
open blue
open stay
open stop
open bang
open boom
open damn
open time
open food
open door
open joke
open pill
open over
open shit                             open life
open hole                             open eyes
open hair                             open them
open dare                             open pull
open noun                             open rite
open true                             open holy
open lamb                             open worm
open frog                             open bird
open mole                             open cold
open maps                             open spit
open glom                             open kill
open step                             open hang
open dust                             open dirt
open damp          open clay          open hail
open lake          open hell          open soul
open sake                             open bake
open book                             open fall
open june          open july          open hour
open math          open mile          open stem
open bulb                             open pink
open glow                             open bank
open four                             open loop
open eyes                             open life
open tang          open dead          open case
open fork          open link          open oven
open nope                             open open
open verb                             open ping
open hold          open west          open east
open good          open well          open sink
open pray                             open yard
open tree
open claw
open haha
open nono          open nose
open shoe          open lust
open love
open teal
open hate          open rice
open vein          open draw
open ward
open word
open dram
open mark
open look          open omni
open mega          open poly
open grab
open spot
open they          open scum
open soap          open quit
open fate
open harm
open barn
open lore                             open pyre
open trim                             open more
open piss          open puss          open less
open said          open weed          open seed
open shot                             open vile
                                      open exit
                                      open high
                                      open root
                                      open sigh
                                      open bead
                                      open beak
                   open meek          open roar
                   open huge          open care
                                      open calm
open rage                             open swim
open sage                             open safe
open hill          open bond
open tone          open song
open yell
open void                             open full
open make                             open trap
open cage                             open none
open lull                             open drab
                                      open deem
                   open rust          open like
                   open nike          open coke
                                      open mash
                                      open mush
                                      open lush
                                      open push
                   open ship 
open hurl          open scat
open crib
open jazz
open jizz
open pool
open till                             open bout
open mine          open roof          open wall
open help          open hurt          open pain
open grow                             open howl
open what                             open wait
open rest                             open nest
open bush                             open keep
open mask          open husk
open show          open stag
open tell
                                      open boar
                                      open monk
                                      open fire
                                      open fail
                                      open sell
                                      open lank
                                      open blow
                                      open veil
                                      open tail
                                      open murk
                                      open flag
open free                             open boil
open reed                             open dial
open moon                             open mars
open eros                             open skin
open mood                             open rain
open snow                             open stop
open salt                             open fish
open hook          open nail          open fang
open wasp          open fear          open limn
open taxi                             open seem
open quip                             open dime
open near                             open junk
open rake                             open make
open cafe                             open nile
open rile                             open flow
open loam                             open colt
open welp                             open baby
open yolk                             open vert
open mire                             open mare
open list                             open most
open from                             open foam
open true                             open girl
open flay                             open gush
open wood                             open lick
open kiss                             open suck
open show                             open lime
open peru                             open coin
open soft                             open hard
open fool                             open wise
open side                             open wide
open goat
open clam
open lose
open tool
open slam
open year          open date        
open plum          open milk
open bowl
open star
open late
open noon
open twin
open drag
                                      open pine
                                      open belt
                                      open hart
                                      open kilt
                                      open jolt
open tire                             open wire
open wear                             open sway
open womb                             open loom
open mule
open gyro
open dumb
open skin
open scar
open mink          open wink
open zest          open helm
open mill
open fill
                                      open here
                                      open molt
                                      open face
                   open left          open burn
                   open rand          open rife
                                      open will
                                      open rock
open cock
open ball
open knot
open slit
open slut          open liar
open slay          open fern
open very
open airy                             open lord
open gold                             open sand
open sail                             open lisp
                                      open line
                                      open fact
                   open neck
open heft          open tact
open poke
open vote                             open clit
open home                             open note
                                      open grub
                   open wish          open wail
open fang          open wile
open game
open fold                             open turn
                                      open card
open toke                             open rift
open manx
 
                   open mind
                   open teat

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

the strangest thing--
  i woke one night to a rain so slight
    it rose as much as fell
   and hissed upon my clothes
     of fern and philosophy--
 i wandered in that half-moon light
   thru a wood itself a river
  and an unfinished cemetery
    innocent and pristine--
   the strangest thing--
  to find you with pale wings rent
    and soft mouth clever
   as your name bore the form
     of everything--
  

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

As the source will not be returned to,
and the true ending never met--
As this day hews and heals like water,
and moment cast is buried stone--
As the hired gods take no notice,
and every lesser creature ravels soul--

My eyes weft clouds which dress you
as breath about your bones.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

In the simple interest 
of honest coherency, 
the fact of my love 
tangles as hair 
drawn and drowned 
in tar--
          And your eyes
the wash of turpentine, of gasoline--
          And your thought
the sawing shears, the scalpel's wake--
          And your fingers
crimson angels amid wet-black trees--
          And your own love
an indigo flame, a heavy steam.
 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

In the vast expanse
and expansion
of the grand and valid world,
amid the collectives
and colonies
of detritus and growth,
exist pearls of serendipity
and decadence
worthy of intimation,
tho I know that I know too few
of these vague
and vagrant pieces that adhere
as armour
to fall as youth.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

At peace with the fever, you sit
at the window until the world grows semi-transparent
with lividity-- You wish for falling stars
as darkness claims the slowed trees
to then feed you that mirage of yourself in the pane--
What does this mean--

Gods and goddesses do not move from point A.
What is not vanity, is grace.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

On the stone with the Raphael cherub,
a robin sits and I smoke in sunlight,
windchill at ten below, four days shy
of Xmas, the ground yet without snow--

O. I know my life is wasted; that this
is proof I've sold my soul to beauty,
and she, as truth, is cold-- but that,
as I fold the left side of my jacket

over the right and exhale a glinting
smoke, is merely a context grown ripe
to know-- what fruit in its wet fire
will not rot, even if frozen? My love

is dry and slow; my thought is soft
and bold; my heart clamors unheard--
Here are my eyes, little bird: coal.
Here too, my immortal throat: dirt.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

When I flew on my first airplane
all leather interior and many rooms,
at the allowance of the Prince,
I nervously did not know what to ask,
or how, I suppose, to even sit--
When his primary lawyer, a sallow-
skinned blend of Gere, Hoffman
and Walken, insinuated that "white
trash doesn't burn bright enough
by half" I only took silent note,
watching the Prince, and knew then
I'd kill them both, lawyer first,
and with neither blessing nor curse--
that bodies sprawling fall to sea.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

should i really beg you, look at me?

look at me, to see my mouth
and look at me, to know my eyes--
they are what i place upon you
and by you, they become wise.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

This poem is minimally
an animal poem--
six darts
skim tesselations
to fall-flow
from trees to houses--

This poem is abruptly
a depiction of in-
accuracy and corruption--
six birds
in your mind become
your heart--

This poem is brutal
as the war
of winter forms
perfection--
six coals fly
dark flags of warmth--

This poem is violent
with misdirection--

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Dear Poem--

You are retarded.
Dear Critic--

So are you.
Dear Reader--

I am forbid to say
what you are--

Et tu?

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 
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--             as what th
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              e lie--  
  

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Walk on down 
to Union 
Side, this side 
of Union 
Way, to witness-- 
 
    The Declarations of the Fellowship of Noise
                  Silent Alarms 
                        & 
      The Muffled Screams of Haunted Children 
 
                                    --there's a cover 
                                            which you 
                                      will not afford 
                                    but it's not like 
                                              anybody 
                                       actually pays.
  

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

I'd love to talk  of great beginnings
but every hard seed  bitter countered 
by an egg  and what is not pulp  
if not brought to rot  may burn  
til all is frozen  What grand upheaval  
do you foresee-- intellect but a frame  
of river without ocean  emotion  
flawless  with calm uncertainty
 
So of what do I speak  with love-- 
names of shadows  reactive fuses
of flesh  and thought upon delusions
of saliency  What do I know to voice
but that design will end  as is 
no matter paradigm-- look at me
  

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

lighght?
wishdom--
 
prayery.
  

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 
Bland as natural stupidity seasoned with learned ignorance,
she is; as clueless an amnesiac upon those old tropes of dark,
deserted winter roads as will ever; as a being of pale virtue,
her eyes spark bright with enlightened cruelties; as my love

I do not bleed to death-- her talons, yet to leave my heart;
she is not cursed-- my birth-voice, fallen-torn in her throat;
in sinuate echo, we complect-- marrow dreamt, is warmth.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Would like
 your body lit by a single candle flame.
Rain frozen upon the window. 
Electricity out. 
Would like the shy willow of your hair 
 to reach up just that once, 
 high as it would go, to then flower. 
Birds, I guess. Song.
 
Odds are, 
 it is only your heart which starves. 
May the light that captures you--
O, only the thought 
 of the light that will be lost
 is lost.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 
Gold

killed my sister. She was zoned-out
near the end of the new line to the--

transmigrated. It happened on the day
of the Grand Penultimatum, when black--

laughter like wind. The cards went thru
and delphinium was the only scent you--

played incorrigibly. The exasperation
for half a muse, which, graciously, no--

drizzled the plant. Which surprised
the envoy, and she was unable to dis--

was the weather. Scales were the glass
of the towers as if each were a drag--

blistered truthfully. Metaphorically,
we slept but spiritually, wasted into--

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

What depth, sayeth Death,
that I do not reach--
What skin of thought
do I refuse as form--
Well, here you are,
and for that--

Alone, you dream.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

steam-open   she'll 
shell love   steam open, 
             love
 
 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

no, dumbass-- it's all solid discussion;
you just want everyone subdued
with a certain uniformity of flair,
as your only job
is to self-congratulate,
giving the passing bland appearance
that you work for and toward
anyone else's good--

no dissenting opinion where you play,
but your own wankery's ok--
zombie nazi cheerleader, anyone?
(now there's a sick cliche
that exists
with very true reason.)

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

the river of writing 
           with its banks of birds
      and fish of memory

disintegrates into air
           and only as rain
      falls into the sea

    so 
     throw down your oars
   no anchor here 
           need drop

    we 
     desert ourselves
   to the muck 
           of swamp
  

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

what was the sinking
i was thinking of
when i was sinking
into the sea
what was i doing when
i was drowning love
and love was dawning
over me

burning toast
drunk on whiskey
fat on roast
writing letters
from a noose
or no-- that's thee

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

browsing animals
at the root of the root
of decay,
regurgitate--

and then they browse away

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

holding hand to the wind
the wind

takes it away

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Vectorise everyone--
posthaste.

The ceiling fan clocking
o' clock.

Fear is a mousehole.
Fear is a mouse.

Without house.
Nose and tail and mouth.

Scorpion claw of the scorpion.
Claw of the cat afoot.

What is my failure and where is my grief?
Yes, of course it's incomplete.

Machinery of ragged claw
as scenery.

Every articulation, brief.
A man of God is an idol

and an acolyte at sophistry.
Like Christ, I am some other.

Like anyone.
What do I believe?

There are things I will not dare.
And it is rare that they are there.

Give me religions that are their own Christs.
The sentiments of lice.

Black inharmonics. The cold of noise.
I will make well. I will level.

I will balance out.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

What is inauthentic
at heart?

My heart.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

We used the same language
to call for the end
to the call for the death
of Baktiri Africa.

They possessed the press
of massage and muscle
sausaged by conglomerate
giving us the wit

But when the Incident
conjoined the subtle horror
of parallel worlds

Loss of light and mind
became mundane-- We accept
no reward but grace.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Plant a cake
  in the scream of lost warhorses.
Cull gut-spells
  of madness from the slowest dogs.
Rake old maps
  of iron bumblebee and blue spices.
Drive down hawks
  with their names for winter thaw.

Lake monument
  of firewire sepulchre and gloss.
Cure arrows
  with starcore philosophy and moss.
Lathe skull
  til light in its cast is caught.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 
1000 Fragments

Something has changed--
blue, bittersweet
snow-- seamless
tangles of moonlight,
maple and oak--
footprints as puddles
of air-- a grand
abstention of cricket,
moth and overall
hum-- that second
shot, aftershock
and echo of that first,
held within that first--
o, copper bullet,
amber slug, tequila--
morphine-- cum--
angelhairs of spine
up, on end-- electric
rebirth of mind's
plasticity into plasmal,
dianoetic grace--

Put the motherfuckers
gainst old walls--
moonlight glints
upon embedded lead
just fine-- fragments
of trees litter
the scatter of bone--
create what else
you would know
as you go-- these o,
so fair worlds do
likewise-- cathedrals
of refrigerators--
what can be thought
dresses man-- all one
wears is metaphor
for soul-- a railgun
under floorboards--
a violet's broken stem
of palest greed--

But the mourning dove
recapitulates--
a ballet of serenade
and scream-- a bed
of forgotten, ergo
forgettable, com-
motion-- cigarettes
in a liquidity
of dream-- a chill
three degrees--
thumbnail to e4--
o, the hail too,
wicked with purity

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Sing a song of Solomon
Fish Tins-- gold-tinged
flakes of fish skins
cold-- as food or ferti-
liser, Solomon says--
a taste like a tumor-
Pop! Inside your head.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

iii.
 
prnegs mimrut eamunw nutris
rngism mertim uenawn tursup
ngsumm ritmen iuwent raspur
gsmumr tumniw einutr sepran
smmart munwun ietirs purneg
mmretm nawnut uiresp ringus
mrtumn wentar uusipr negsim
rtminw nutres aupurn gismem
 
tmnewn tirsup earung summir
mnwint respir uenags mumrut
nwnutr sipren iugesm martum
wnturs purnig eisumm retman
ntrasp rungus iemimr tumnew
trsepr nagsum uimert minwun
rspurn gesmam uuritm newnit
spring summer autumn winter
  

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

i.

spreng simmur eatumn wuntir
spring semmir uetamn wuntur
sprung simmer iutemn wantur
sprung summir eitumn wentar
sprang summur ietimn wunter
spreng sammur uitemn wintur
sprung semmar uutimn wentir
spring summer autumn winter
 

ii.

rspirn gusmem aurutm niwnet
trsipr nugsem aumurt minwen
ntrisp runges aumumr timnew
wntirs purneg ausumm ritmen
nwnitr supren augusm mirtem
mnwint rusper aunugs mimret
tmniwn tursep aurung simmer
rtminw nutres aupurn gismem

mrtimn wunter ausupr nigsem
mmritm nuwnet aurusp ringes
smmirt munwen auturs pirneg
ssmimr tumnew aunutr sipren
gssimm rutmen auwunt risper
ngsism murtem aunuwn tirsep
rngiss mumret aumunw nitres
spring summer autumn winter

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

a mathematical composition of music 
fails without that certain intuition 
which is but tuition to an institute 
of ignorance and mock comprehension
 
as equations themselves fluctuate
in the steady-state of now and now
and here again an atomic clockwork 
splits to splice a shell entwined
 
as ideals undo the dream of day 
as dreams cull this winter night
within dim fabrications of data
 
as rose bulbs in cold compost
compose ariettas less of thorn
for blood than ice for summer
  

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Do you speak without mentioning
the type of god or good (there
are no good gods) that could go
or has gone without mention?

Do you listen? Do you read well?
Do you understand what you eat
and breathe and do you recognise
the medium in which you dwell?

We may as well flip a coin
and call it by what it is not--
Death is a master craftsman

intent upon the perfect tool--
There is no depth to reason--
Meaning itself? Imperfection.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

   
 
comfortable
convertible
 
collisions combine
cotillions sublime
 
as venus treelines dim
in lucid apogamous age
 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

an orgasm, singularity
in which thought and action
completely coincide--

biofeedback, pitched
and bright-- sigil
of the signal of noise

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

What goes on
far longer than any mortal deserves?

A few meals; the dreams of.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

C-D C-D G
windchimes rotor
in a voice
to be heard by hoar

C-D A-G A
or not
not now
or not now

A-A A-C D
alleluia eunoia
shelobstrosity
black quicklime

A-G A-E G
no mirror
act of self
in reason

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Understanding; not-
understanding: in haiku--
the trees talk to mulch

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

I lose my mind to the simple fact of that--
that what is good, needn't be representational
or just-- that all the literalism of lateralism
bows-- that each lyricism is rust-- that snow
that comes like blood-- that soul that runs

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

So we've been emailing, the twenty-plus of us--
half of whom whose identities I'm sure you'd guess
for not being on your side, and half the rest,
whom with a little thought, you shouldn't be surprised
to see enjoying your schadenfreude-- (of course,
there are the staff members who simply wait for you
to go down, that they can takeover and perform
a more than inadequate job)-- and since I've gone
pariah, now untouchable, I'm free to obliquely state
exactly what it is most believe, the obvious being--
you and he are lovers (this gets about even odds)--
now, there are permutations to this (sidebets made
not yet lost)-- does your husband know (or partake)--
has the cock-belch scuzz-eyed crookback hobbit-
tard in question suffered an accident, scrambling
shit for brains, bringing senility decades too soon--
(or is a mentality like that purely congenital)--
are you over-protective, so unashamedly biased,
because the slimeball of churl is family, or lover
(or both)-- but really (and tho this gets long odds,
it is my bet, and will be placed) is that soulless
self-lobotomised hypocritical one-trick phoney
(whose closest approach to personal artistic
creativity is the perpetual whoring of 'eucalypt')
blackmailing you? Be honest now. We dare you to.




 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Be sure he goes on a bit about recent pubs--
if he doesn't state which of those banal
scrawl-by-belch pieces of kitsch and cliche
have been published, boring you with wankery
of the wankery of how generic, pseudo-literate
editors for an illiterate audience in this post-
literate society place his crap in unread mags
as example of both vanity and mediocrity gainst
which others might appear better by compare,
he won't be pleased as a self-greased pig
midway thru a new shit-- and if Retardo's
not happy, somebody'll get banned.


 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 
Promise

the average unimaginative person power
over their fellows--
based upon a uniformity of ignorance
disingenuously called freedom,

equality or self-worth--
as personal choice without personality;
a stagnation
via the status quo of public decorum--

and one will soon
divest themselves of six million Jews,
and quite a few Poles--

not to mention an eternal disavowal
of honesty,
integrity and purity of soul.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

the uninspired liars 
         (cockatrice 
             chimera 
          manticore)
say inspired
      (as tho by wit
     whetted and fit
            to slay)
our lies are made
          (of poison 
    marrow and rain)
(not of truth) 
               bored 
with wisdom feigned.
  

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 
you want an idea
of a dog and man
i tell you break
thy supple spine 
and pray for god
to lift thy chin
and with whisper
lessening praise 
thy life to pull
silence and love
up from a silver 
gun a trigger of 
wing a lead fire
angel upon angel
  

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 
commodify intensification:--
            the blue of bells bell bluely
            no--
                        knuckle to cheekbone

            hooves drum to roar wind
                        within the mechanism of snow
            a stratus pleural, o
            no--

                        spit
            upon the beggar who would be
            cordite & ozone

            o--
            blood wicks to coma-
            flail the orbital gravity of night

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 
"If at all possible--

            voice is a cherub of chirrup and scream
            whose own voice beads as the scratch
            and tine of a syringe upon glass
            in polyharmic attenuation

            thought either memory but self-serving
            revision as false as fair or creation
            broken from dream itself awoken
            into dream true as starfire

            song but mockery of agony
            a curse upon stone that feathers
            rooted and hypnagogic about the heart

            hands but blades that curve
            as nests at nape breast lip thigh
            to egg the harpsichord lines of spine

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

it's okay-- no expectation
to understand-- or rather--
ignorance is thick round you--
which is to say-- really--
life's a lens-- only so
much light may strike thru--
growth but a shift in phase--
no history but yourself--

and truly-- that's okay--
lightning strikes the earth--
lightning strikes the heavens--
lightning strikes itself--

as weapon-- you are nothing--
a type of air-- little else

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

here i am running-- here a dog is running-- here a deer
wades into a river-- here a bird frantic along the ground--
there the palest blue breaking sky-- there no rain but fog

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

the single connective american roadway ideogram--
emblematic tattoo scorched as branch and twine to briar and vine--
black planar-cut ribbons too vast to ever hold in toto--
their thin plastic dissolves to oil no matter how softly lifted--
and the mind a map more subtly defined.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

the fan/ echoes off the wall/ in real-time

and you/ are beautiful as the world/ is cruel

in its/ minimalistic beauty/ rotten as it grows

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Sunlight and two incandescents of three
war for sovereignty of a chessgame
in which each piece marbles black to white--
white halves to the righthand sides
of each player, respectively--

They sit with minds of bright moonlight
deadly in that nebulous thought
wavered tween nova and rock
in serendipitous plot-- nostrils flare

In high storm calm-- pupils dilate
as feint and subterfuge
toil for excellence to strike and fold--

And the room is God and Mind
is not and the war for love is lost.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

it's seven thirty-seven and you don't
wait for your change;
a collapse of ice in a styrofoam cup
on a cement floor;
a smile neither returned nor understood;
you want heaven and you'll never
scream the words that key the doors;
it's vulgar the way truth
scrambles for a hold upon power and loses;
rose petals fall in this ceaseless
storm;
these fires are fires of spine;
you've no words approaching poetry;
stupidity is your life.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

oh hey the trees
all hail the mechanical
icefall swale
heuristic oh say
stepping deer
furs thy spine as oh
majestic
hooves titter-rasp
hollow night by yes
a convenience
of wind
cut with perfect knife

oh may blood
satellite

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

a
sapling bronzed
a
chandelier

a
cage of moss
a
glass table

a
banquet of
a

history as
a
tongue heart

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

o, for expansive accuracy
a veritable diorama of penetrating ken--
but what do we have, but transparency
of truth and time, minor joy
temporary as sin?--

so be it then and closer, friend--
what mirrors the coming silence
must be quietly said--

what to fear but the nothingness
which rises to belittle self--
what to hate but that satisfaction
false as the greater world dispelled--

birdsong is a fire shearing diamond--
all is instrument and shell.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

i am insane--
the leaves ping on/off
to careen and siren and scrape
as they retaliate
their loss of form, which says nothing
of the night that will end
itself a type of rain
and the pain in my temple, a cloud
of lightning
rooting, with but a single flower--
petals that lure with perfume
that stains--
my tongue is thorn--
my fruit is fang.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

the essence that builds the anger which kills
resides within my heart tonight--
air and terror.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

the multiple agonies
of consciousness (if
that's not too great
a stretch) are thus
relieved: by love
and by disease--

the disease? death
of course and love
of course light come
as hunger that subtly
feeds and feeds (to
leave as blissful ex-

halation)-- a chaos
dark and serene

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Ten o'clock people with four o'clock thoughts
and twelve o'clock fears
            mutely pass the three a.m.
            scintillations of daggers and razors
            of dew and ice that adroitly
            strike the ravenous heart in pinions
            of light


 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

The house is green, a minor tower
edging a field of bluebell and clay
with wood at its northwest corner--
I dream myself a fair and quiet boy
at work and staring from dark windows
upon a Spring with scientific heart--
This much tentative light tempting
this much seed to flower toward fruit
hour upon hour upon thought upon hour--
Cursory summum bonum any summation
as wit is the shorthand of wisdom
and wisdom shrift most post de facto--
The green is that of cemetery fern--
Hawks spiral, masters of themselves.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

A woman groans, far back in her throat, nearly whimper
wrought with sexuality. She is warm, lonely, naked
and in pain meted out spasmodically. She is the species
incarnate, twisted upon her blankets, with an illness
beyond cure. Why mention it-- Lust and love; admiration
and pity? Yes, of course-- And as a wish for better.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

250,000 trillion stars
within 1 billion ly--
O, universal infinitude--
I am angel of myself.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

names of flame whisper
ash itself a syllable
of cold

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Use your imagination-- I've used mine, and've imagined you
without imagination. The mind lies-- you know it's true,
as sense itself evolves upon contrivance. My heart composes--
matrix as tabula rasa specific; will as genius; time: sun.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

the fields shoulder
heavens of cloud
with turning backs--

raccoon and rabbit
plain as darkness
scream of death--

good men hurry
as old hungers sum
the chill of love--

what fair contest
do you contest?
the soul as breath--

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Sorrow-- each bead
a beggar's cup
of light-- withheld.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

When the thing
itself sings
itself as echo

the thing itself
sings itself
as it resonates

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

I am mindless as I cum--
a supernova, headlight-sized--
a moth rising, wings aflame--
the body blinded by white noise--
soul the arch of abdomen--
the tremolo of muscle--
eternity forever ocean--
a glaze of eyes forever sea--
I am mindful as I cool--
a peregrine, my hunter's shell--
night flowers, my perfume--
and here I rage in calm--
the churn of beauty--
is not truth, but love.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

We've talked of beauty before, you and I--
You sense it like one does a storm yet beyond treeline--
It's snow and ozone; woodsmoke and car exhaust--
More a filling of shadow than a diminishing of light--
Beauty, you say, is a tempest as eager as it is impetuous--
A wind that stirs in steady buffet--
Lightning that whips and does not strike--

Fine, my love; fine--
It is also a word beyond my ken, my mind yet rises to claim--
Here I am, a hawk disowned from the sky.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Need help? Help yourself.
No assembly required. Work alone.
Love is a body politic. Vote continuously.
The greatest gift is its own receipt.
Knowledge is interest on loan.
Want more? Then do more, motherfucker--
whether supernova or blackhole.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Always speak your mind; never say a thing.
Shoot first; ask questions when out of ammunition.
Red sky at night means you're near a sizable city.
Don't count your chickens before they hatch; count your eggs.
Those who fail history might be good at math.
If asked an unanswerable question, give and unquestionable reply.
When in doubt, ask for directions to Rome.
The road less traveled is often a dead end.
A stitch in time saves none.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

great houses burn with strange fires--
rooms flicker and fade; ceilings throb
hammered by sky; rusted nails ache
with a cold horrored inability to rise--

the air within drums the din of oceans--
dronings layered to a siren knell--
each sense is touch and every ignorance
abstraction poisonous by weight--

eat your dinner and die your death--
the plate is clean when no longer a plate--
the cup a river and the cup a rain--

your hair screams entangled in horizon--
your breath smolders with the moon--
the dead centers of eyes abyss with life--

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

It should be duly noted
that the sun has yet to rise.
Show me Orion during the day.
Let it also be stated
the field behind this house has yellowed
but for the famished southeast corner
which is forever in shade.
Gift me the itch of antlers that I
might break the bark of young poplar.
As a direct aside
the last of the great moths has died.
Lord, grant me ease
in starvation.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Bedroom off the kitchen,
facing the library
and separated by a curtain--
To live as a monk is to become a monk
mellowing perhaps to vinegar--
What need of stairs have the aged?
Failure and light warms
these still rooms--
My dust an egg of name.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Two trees-- the smaller
with larger, sweet-tarter fruit--
rabbits fat on both.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

You were born mindless. Dispute it if you'd like.
The post traumatic stress of being overtakes you still,
tho you've learned to cope, I'm sure--
A cigarette here; books like a soft drug there;
a raising of volume if and when the music suits--
Gathered assemblies of drownings you can breathe thru
that you may be reborn to the world in quietude
to better counter the machinery of disgust and hate.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

The chaos of cloud is too bright to look at without wincing.
Assume the sun is eight minutes away and as free as any automaton.
The grass is Easter plastic couching the serialised eggs of houses.
A woman curses without swearing. A silhouette ascends to nothing.
A few dragon-scale leaves hinge clockwise and then counter.
Gojira's blackness stretches in waking dream. I rasp. I writhe.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Don't forget to steal the Warhol fridge magnet of butterflies--
There may not be any Warhols
                               butterflies
                               magnets
                               refrigerators where you're going.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

waterhorses

immaculate interior housepaint of choice
neighborhood children aghast
aghast aghast at the second story nude
there are apples on the help yourself

the threads limned in gold that lift

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

4 dry toasts, perfectly burned
2 green apples, too sweet
1 pot coffee, weak

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

shoot dog kick cat
skin horse drown rat
stake pig fry gnat
chew wasp bat bat

beg sea suck sky
hold wall pill night
heat stone hone knife
numb mind love light

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

stars are teeth
the universe
hingeless
jaws

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

the whine quavers as it ascends--
not white, but pure as it is without what usually passes
for the true blue abuse of signal--
the parlance of price and you already know this shit, man
so crash without losing your mind--
and it's louder than the voice that asks if you want another
coffee valium child grave memory--
but you're not paid to think and you're not paid to feel
or to know or to care or to trust--
you're a slave of predestination and circumstance
same as rope, as needle, as petal--
same as math.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

vestigal's a lovely word
as far as words go
not that any word is lovely
without a lovely tone

impregnable attenuation's
a lovelier charm
than the loving admonition
to fuck your cellar door

synthetic melancholia's
duotonic asperity's
an inimitable pungency
both expiry and mot

elocution's a word as lovely
as heart is not
nor soul nor mind are
tho honed to wroth

telemetric alleluia
alleluia alleles

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

vanilla's the salmonella of the mind, fucker.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

gojira's tongue--
pink mercury
itself a thermometer of joy

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Verbs noun adjectives.
            Nouns adjective verbs.
                        Adjectives verb nouns.

  Adverbs adverb adverbs.


 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

layers of trumpets call the hounds; the number readers
close themselves to snowfall and summit; she swims
with the horizon; let us see if she drowns--

posit: everything is holy; therefore, equal; therefore,
meaningless; therefore, allowed; therefore, more
matter of taste desultory at its level of ignorance--

posit: creativity requires more than juxtaposition
of prelearned symbol; more than the dishonest tripe
of sentiment blindly echoed; more than an idiot's
recognition of attempt; more than morosophistry--

posit: whatever kills you, is truth; what poisons,
names itself as enemy of self; what sings of rapture,
best pierce thy cold fish heart as talon of raptor--
o, numberless; we with her, drown; o, trumpets call.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

infantile cocksucker
banal as a mental wetfart in a library
you fail the soul's eighth grade
perpetually

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

here we are, mother-- carving ducks for the gallery
of finesse and flame-- the mighty insect bruzz
whelming in sonic ozone-- mother, tether

and i must say, mother-- the richest dishes
are but misuses of the smallest pills-- my hands
but gnarled oak impassioned-- mother, river

mother!-- i see your stiletto in the camouflage
of plume and genocide-- for you, no arrow
whispers struck-- no accurate reassembly
of memory prerequisite, nor meal-- mother, murder

mother!-- these are my nails in your eyes
and they do not worsen your sight-- fears of rats
gnawing open their own bellies, are rats-- the oracle
is a sneer, and lo!-- the future, snarling

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

lethe-lithe

with tongues as fine as eyes, / i beseech-- rather we--
as i am i in fervent multi- / (com/sim/du/im) -plicity

you stay, to let braid / cilia -> scale -> scalea--
to let sun & entropy / warm , worm ? wear us as

we wear +(we are both)-- / thought stem-spine carnal
in the canal of your (p/r/f)

-ear|ache-- twine micro- / cardia & lozenge the data-
plex of heart-mind light-->

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

untitled!

ah, bach! i mean, mozart-- ah!
the perfect singing i do not understand!
keys upon keys! lyric within lyric!
sensible nonsense! ubiquitous non sequitur!

o, christina carter! i mean, kubisch-- o!
the songs of machines i do not know!
partial constructions! mimesis in toto!
crickets in the gut of swine! open throats!

irem of pillars! a red sickle moon!
klimek! sand! voices of n. american owls!
sleep! a ballet of hands! bell orchestra!

recording a tunnel! jeff greinke!
the corner! mada fronta! dither remix!
with throats as fine as needles!

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

soporific benign atrocity
--mecca
; medina; dresden
; nagasaki; antietam                   white-backed
; vietnam                                     vultures
      [ imprimatur
      [ nihil obstat




 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

arctic winds graze over cavities in cliff walls
which will fill with water that will freeze and wedge
as pocket-threads of axeheads without handles
all of wind an ocean an arm a searching after calm
and the dirt in the river grows richer as it flows

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

to return to drawing now is to go mad
i have no visions and dawn in its darkness too brilliant
to go mad now i may as well return to drawing
words as braille made of light sightless fingers do not catch
define and delineate fields more scent than window
tho any window is both open and closed
and i am mad as a maggot in a hot dumpster
calm as a crack in the sky

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

were that i were
that i were
evil distilled to its essence
and that essence incarnate
sentient and wise or were i goodness
partially assembled or half-grown
a bounty of fruit maturing with season
but i am fire with precious fuel
and i do not burn the bridge of nothing
that between us informs us as we are born

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

cool hooves
follow a sandhill crane
upon the sinister bank
of the dark-mudded fox
to a bridge of swallows
with mudlark nest

led and lost
to mulberries

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

i wish
i wish
i wish for you

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

soylent green is purple--
silent greed is purple--
  supurplexcellent.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

i have the secret of immortality:
i am the dross of time,
a cloth of clothos as chthonic dress;
the secret is this--

beauty abhorred is remembered
in the seamless current of days.
you doubt me?
mark yourself with stars--

gravity is eternal--
did you suspect?
here is an orange for your trouble.

just look, just look--
name us each by place and time--
the word is a mortal knife.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

fur seals
fur seals

fur seals-- elicitly.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

                  ping
shawn lee's pingpong orchestra
                  pong

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

i hope you've your raise by now--
corn chips oyster crackers
cream of wheat

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

o elegant
lines confuse to astound
break and
break and break

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

make this one work--
make this one pay--
make make--

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

workshopping
field recordings

of workshops
rocks porkchops

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

neon dark
neurotic

eyes erratic
flight diet

dives
lucifugus

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

the antecedent
must not reset
precedent

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

             dried worms       die to feed ants
cording to that worm       just passed

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

the mind flags
reptilian in the sun
of knowledge

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

what words i have are nothing
i dream you still and what i dream is forgotten

the snow hisses as it hits everything

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

empty belly
quichely cliched, and dogged--
bone roll home

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

god is but threshold
wherever our focus dwells
tickling

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

my pattern is white-blue



blue-white
sky

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

what's the harshest sound
you can listen to

as music?

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

the cutting slash
that does not cut does not cut
the cutting slash does not
the cutting

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

oak maple sumac / sycamore ash
    birch fir pear / box elder
         dog elm

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

there is snow on the far mountains--
they suck the snow from the cloud--
cloud and mountain invisible now--

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

plays intuitively-- slow--
stares until thought--

no talent--
some genius--

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

i'm always cranky--
crank me, crank me, i say--

i crank myself up.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

What is wisdom if it's not eternal?
What is wisdom if it is?

What is, what is?

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

tell me it's not poetry,
it's not--

o, how it is not.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

happy birthday
just do it
the real thing

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

                   name his parts- -milton
make him talk/talk with him- -goethe
                             kill him- -eliot


 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

nightswim--
she ties her shoes together
then takes them off

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Frog Artist

the ones that last become more distinct
ones that don't are all the same

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

glissando
à la
glissade-- beaded rain


 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

plasmal
heart of
plastic

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

man
there is no worse

no better

no harmonic
to any universe

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

no quicker than any
red-shifted blue-bright
littoral light

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

the tame want power
  &humility
  &the tame want power
      &strength of the lame

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

pattern diagram
kinetic metonymy
irony failure

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

who was the greatest philosopher-artist
to mirage & tease

meaning & dream? today won't say.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

this is every argument
all rolled into one argument
that goes on forever

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

never ask
an easy question

at a liar's convention
even if it is genius

it is not

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

i love you
i love you
i love you

i do
i do
i do

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

you'll judge the same as i do.
know why?

to be just.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

knocknock
centipede

down the chimney

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

briar&bramble
where forest and meadow
sprawl

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

i've no idea how you teach,
so i can't really prove that i know anything

nor is that how i learn.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

hrumgudmtu.
wtudo?

missu.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

grenades
calculators

children hell
dogs as well

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

an elevator
va. recordings of crickets
  bruzz

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

two audio books--
william gibson's pattern recognition; left mono

john cage's art is either a complaint or do something else; right mono

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

brautigan sucked
donkey-ass
donkey-ass
donkey-ass all day

hunter s. thompson sucked cock

hemingway
invented the nine-clitted kitty

this is all true inversed

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

hemingway; brautigan; hst--
how much it hurt

for it all to have been untrue

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

bugs that sound like machines
noisome with grace

one caw of one crow

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

the emptiest
empty
emptied
emptiently
prematurely
empted
preempted
ettison
to let us in
to empty

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Disheveled cardinals
scruff--

Owls wait.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

the higher up the mountain
the fewer the places

you have to go

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

butterfly
brains

butterfly

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

i i
i understand
enough

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

handle
spoon

a cup

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

if evil
were spider repellant

we'd have more mosquitoes
more flies

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

do vultures taste ugly
overjoyed

and wise?

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

you want cynicism, be cynical
you want hope, here is hope

may you also be rewarded twofold

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

the uncertainty of fault lines
where there is no fault

as certain as plastic as protean

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

the best shit i ever read
was a tea within the bowl
of its thesis

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

resavage
that we tame
ourselves again

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

here is light
light you say
i don't want no light

dark i say
we are dark
what we need is night

with or
without
stars

with or
without
pilot

sluice
array

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

what do i know
any differently than an amoeba
that death can't catch?

things stranger than death

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

with global warming, you help us replant the desert

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

caverns?
we care about the mines
and the mist
from dust

of sun a brush
to dust

to cavern again

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

look
what we
can do--

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

stagger
of the spirit--

to piss upon trees

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

stone fences
wall and chimney
house

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

glove on the porch--

both my hands are cold

burning leaves

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

When Death comes
you say Yes
you say Yes

You are worthy
to be an opponent
of Death's

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

unable to be freely good
by the least amount of will alone
i kill myself

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

half a people were willfully evil
half a people were dumb

who was right, who was wrong
we punish those who do not punish themselves

and we earn our sole reward
interest upon a loan

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

my pretty words are all i have--
they are all i can afford
if only silence were golden--
but i am poor, i am poor

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

basically--
water rises
sun spills
moon bird
bone

whistle
cry

loot

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

the cat and the music
both make you twitch once in a-

while. and then you're swimming again.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

some believe (as
is their right)
the ocean is (the closest
construct of (un)infinity
one can tongue) and
defined by what is (not) ocean
plus or minus a drop--

they're probably right--
here is my cup.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Odds are, you will not lead a good life--
this will sadden those who do

and also sadden you.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

weiner dog holocaust--

i like my dogs bred true to wolves.
they ain't that.
let's fuck ourselves up a midget.
jewish weiner dogs-- to cut or to uncut?
i'd stuff a weiner dog, and then put him inside a balloon.
that's about it.
race them off a cliff.
no limit to the number of contestants.
everybody wins.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Sometimes

If I were here for the people,
I never would've signed on--
The food is inorganic and the air recycles
ad nauseum--

The thump of a cat
can only make you go God damn it, God damn--
The farm is what we leave behind
and the garden itself a child's pet--

What is noise and what is not is what
no one need ask but wants--
The periphery pulms
as the center Solomonises--

Stars
descantily clad of course required--

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

yes i do--

some are very beautiful
some are terribly ugly
day to day, some change
right before your eyes
change, right before you
change, and some ever
do neither ever
at all

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

spheres of empty
useless without throat
or spine

to hold them up
to slice
sun and moon

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

success is when everyone on earth gives you a dollar--
sometimes four or five (if only to take it all away, but--
no more than they gave)--

failure's just the opposite, by half--


and breaking even, shameless--
for whatever that's worth--

rest-- float-- here is my coin

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

mind is money and money, mind
a penny for your poetry

self-poetic rant read
as well as rime

the day is thunderous
l=t

the rain, patternless
eternity's nothing without

me with without

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

equanimity is the provenance of fools, haiku.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

to try to discern meaning--
when there is none

to call it god

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

a granularity of sand
the pearls of your eyes
see perfectly

but once or less

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

how does one know the truth
when truth is fire gone to ember
and ember gone to ash?

by going out to the woodpile
in the purity of fallen snow
to bring in wood dry as paper
to glance for a spell at stars
and feel by simple geometry
a far greater warmth of beauty
resplendent beyond the wisdom
of any mortal's hearth

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Why not speak ill of the dead?
We are cowards--

Let us do what we do best.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

thru the trees
meteors
quick as dream

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

f <3
cum.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

  fuck love--

    cum.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 
you're the guy who kills the guy who applauds
the guy who judges the guy who knows
the guy who helped
the guy who hated himself alone

you're the guy who loves the guy who defends
the guy who robbed the guy who warns
the guy who shat
the guy who did not do a thing

you're the guy who supports the guy who fails
the guy who despises
the guy who mourns the girl of stone

you're the guy who buries the guy who fathered
the guy who lost
the guy who rapes that girl and sings

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

ink pickles paper
paper alloys light
light murders god
god gods death
god gods death
death is not god
moon upon ichor
shine on

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

an anti-counterintuition

the idiot-savant-garde
as morosoph most sophomoric
sees no senior genius
à la wisdom parti pris

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

White-sided houses go to blue.
Leaves blacken. Winds swell.
Low clouds move against the moon.
I map Heaven to navigate Hell--

These blue houses polyp and shroom.
Yards yawn. Windows door north.
An apple gleaned makes a sordid tune.
We starve doom to chasten horror--

The loam houses script and cemetery.
Katydids die consumed. Dragons, too.
Whim mazes the mesh of capillary--

I am not homeless without reason.
Muses madden. Their eyes are blue.
Blood enough to drown the season.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

passing clouds

                        falling leaves

            fill blue sky

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Grotesqueries

  1. Are you too cowardly to kill yourself?
  2. When you masturbate, how often do you think of your father?
  3. Have you killed an animal accidentally, telling no one?
  4. Do you choose ease, over both beauty and truth?
  5. Think of the worst done to you; the worst you've done to another--
      which is worse?
  6. Do you fantasize about legitimately killing?
  7. When you pass an accident, do you hope to see the dead?
  8. Do you secretly enjoy when someone cries in anguish, over you?
  9. Have you masturbated using another's feces?
10. How many of your 'I love yous' are false?
11. When you lie, do you maintain the deception until caught?
12. Does envy equate to hate, for you?
13. Have you any dreams you have not compromised?
14. How much would it cost, to answer each of these honestly?
15. Do you believe you deserve Hell?
16. Have you broken hearts, uncaringly?
17. Do you consider faking a mental illness, a mental illness?
18. Do you pity anyone foolish enough to help you?
19. Were you ever beautiful, or simply naive?
20. Does genius sicken you, the more immediate it is to you?
21. Do you revel in the self-righteousness of your own banality--
      or vice-versa?

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

the bridge       mayflies hover
cross over       the wisconsin

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

one hour as

  spectral voices;
          the actionless reverb of sitting rooms
          key and cocoon wallpaper flame
  the crow flies;
          blind within the whiteness of cumulus
  ritchie blackmore;
          tokyo machinehead
          a ham sandwich reconsidered, or hammich
          circa 2006
  a well;
          lean over lip and succumb to vanity
          o turing test, o gom jobbar
  inner time gardens;
          vines ferocious vine voracious
          vines audacious vine contagious
          vines
  the air vibrations under a doorway;
          mouse--
          sigh in addendum
          ad infinitum
  the sky's painted red;
          praise/agony::ecstasy/rage
  aquatic space;
          the meniscus of heaven
          distills thinly enriched blood
          as slumber tides
          fray indigo to hell
  one absolute hour;
          to three swallows
          equals two nests
  bernel & hoffman;
          & bernman & hoffel
          & manel & bernhoff
          & hernen & boffmal
          & beffel & hornman
  something that didn't turn out
    the way i expected;
          her smile as she looked at me
          as she smiled looking behind me
          to blush, locking eyes
  works of sound;
          heard well will provide
          holidays of silence
          as summum bonum thought
  snow;
          the first inch melts upon the body
          of ground but not the leaves
  a nomadic journey;
          four thousand footsteps
          half a footprint
  the narcoleptic;
          asleep on an exhale to wake
          on an inhale to sleep
          breath held
  as if it were passing in seconds;
          foremost
  sixty million years;
          uncles, aunts--
          not even knowing the names
          of those met at this reunion
  a single transition;
          ambient sunlight
          falls upon still-life pears
          to lesser degree
  the voice of jike;
          swish-scraping rebar
          in a gutter stream
  lethe;
          early water belatedly right on time
  two;
          feet eyes thumbs ears lungs
          questions errors witticisms hungers
          phonecalls signatures loves
  an ear to the ground;
          an ear to the sky
  vibrations during the aircraft impacts on,
    and collapses of, the wtc buildings;
          whalesong as notochord
          coyote howl as skull
          bison herd as heart
  continuous modification;
          antidisestablog
  a dosimeter in kulim and tainan;
          triggers as bullets
          fused at a difference of gauge
  surgery;
          which is 1/6 the time it takes
          to save a hand once bone is scored
  the agitation of atoms;
          none die
          decadently
  a plant;
          the coal goes in
          the smoke comes out
          cloud to cloud
  peyote;
          dry-heaving minor deities who careen
          as they scuttle the fucking inanity
          of sanity sans retrograde
  a rumpled sheet;
          gojira (the cat) beds (but sleeps?)
  the one who watches;
          behold the child
          sly and innocent as fire
          had fire mind
  the bell at hidden mountain;
          the mountain rings the bell
          the mountain rings the bell
          to listen for its clamour
          is to hear its knell
  the bumps of surfaces;
          the fluid touch of depth
          a linearality of finesse
          come shallow
  six more arguments in our favor;
          cunt cock asshole
          egg worm rock
  boulez is burning;
          the sky reclaims space
          no longer piano or willow
          or clock
  one side and other of the door;
          that this one locks-- 00:06
          that this one mocks-- 59:54
  spring-summer;
          work permutates
          by pollen and alleluia of frog
  a boarding pass;
          reread a dozen times
          and like any story
          unchanging
  index nodorum;
          phaeosphaeria, stagonospora, septoria
          a hectare lost in fog
  eurovision;
          the lowest common denominator
          is an appliance
          of misapplied science--
          not enough light to read
          hemingway's blues
  glasgow to airsaig by train;
          mesmer bildung supra-bildung
  a back-to-front reality;
          hello,
          history--
          night
  a piece of green;
          devoured by two caterpillars
          themselves nectarine
  it-is-ness;
          contextured
          by what-is-not--
          natural law