I’m a bad judge of character. I just shoot.
Having a Bud with you..
my rage came to a bend..
Holy moly, there’s a way to pay for it!
There’s strength in staring at a bug zapper, bugs attracted
to light, staying competitive, coming back.
Haste is the suave part of RSVP;
Earth is spanked all over
for snap love — now on the mouth.
4/22/24
The no-fantasies plan, weeks running backwards
After the announcer’s ecstasy — there are no water edges or dikes
Yet / or we see a rush of civilized dichotomy.
Music filters out hearsay against the sky.
All the airports sink back in black and white fjords.
Day to day sometimes the sun’s light goes for more,
Going to be here as long as it takes.
After the announcer’s ecstasy — there are no water edges or dikes
Yet / or we see a rush of civilized dichotomy.
Music filters out hearsay against the sky.
All the airports sink back in black and white fjords.
Day to day sometimes the sun’s light goes for more,
Going to be here as long as it takes.
31: You remind me of lovers gone. A morning crew, weathermen
Waving arms in endearing hidden patterns over their forecasts —
This was their 1st stab at tantrics, due many now.
They merited love trophies — yours alone now, all yours.
You have all of mine.
My tears buried viewing you. They’re inside you,
Removed, disguised as glare hung from all-in loving you.
Waving arms in endearing hidden patterns over their forecasts —
This was their 1st stab at tantrics, due many now.
They merited love trophies — yours alone now, all yours.
You have all of mine.
My tears buried viewing you. They’re inside you,
Removed, disguised as glare hung from all-in loving you.
A stab at tantrics, a High Service
Sung along both coasts:
Our people are what makes us / great.
Love and heritage go down together.
The last nonpoem eases our dress code, bolo ties on display, floors 2 thru 8
For a race of giants (giants are made up pieces of one another in other names).
Love came up short for a few and drove us / them to forgery. Then shatters.
The taking of whatever works to swat the hand that feeds all of us,
Sharpening endurance,
Risking focus.
Sung along both coasts:
Our people are what makes us / great.
Love and heritage go down together.
The last nonpoem eases our dress code, bolo ties on display, floors 2 thru 8
For a race of giants (giants are made up pieces of one another in other names).
Love came up short for a few and drove us / them to forgery. Then shatters.
The taking of whatever works to swat the hand that feeds all of us,
Sharpening endurance,
Risking focus.
4/21/24
Naval voices wake me up.
It’s not embarrassing
pulsing in a deep mirror
as light rain to snow performs butoh.
(Ethical boundaries pertain.)
I’ll put it this way and call it done.
I misfiled my core principles, went
for higher ones in baroque-neurotic dream.
Any higher, they’re not talking ..
(there’s tighter discipline)
Highly apéritif all around,
morally camouflaged, cold indirection.
But our metabolism really took off, along
with rare emotions from a huge palimpsest
with no exposition, just burnt signatures, since
it’s all of the above.
It’s not embarrassing
pulsing in a deep mirror
as light rain to snow performs butoh.
(Ethical boundaries pertain.)
I’ll put it this way and call it done.
I misfiled my core principles, went
for higher ones in baroque-neurotic dream.
Any higher, they’re not talking ..
(there’s tighter discipline)
Highly apéritif all around,
morally camouflaged, cold indirection.
But our metabolism really took off, along
with rare emotions from a huge palimpsest
with no exposition, just burnt signatures, since
it’s all of the above.
Pragmatics: I can steel myself to make something up and call it mine...
Seems asinine, puzzling. Renascent:
I might also mean pragmatics can be textually modern as respectable Eurocentrics undress for survival, avoiding careers, soaking up the city among savages, them of their own design.
What happened, you look so radiant?
I’m my own boss.
May a zealous counterculture dart sweetly to life! May it help us solve you and me for X!
when we let them.
Own then discard a tuxedo.
Seems asinine, puzzling. Renascent:
I might also mean pragmatics can be textually modern as respectable Eurocentrics undress for survival, avoiding careers, soaking up the city among savages, them of their own design.
What happened, you look so radiant?
I’m my own boss.
May a zealous counterculture dart sweetly to life! May it help us solve you and me for X!
when we let them.
Own then discard a tuxedo.
46: Truth is we’re feathery.
Shorthand intangibles
like unforgettable elements
within sight, touching and holding the
moment, dividing it with
illusions of taking off for an un-
known mortal war
spinning or spun /up/set, out of control yet
just outward parts of how our eyes impanel freedom and my rights
to your fair appearance, to your gut quests and thoughts, an inward heart.
Shorthand intangibles
like unforgettable elements
within sight, touching and holding the
moment, dividing it with
illusions of taking off for an un-
known mortal war
spinning or spun /up/set, out of control yet
just outward parts of how our eyes impanel freedom and my rights
to your fair appearance, to your gut quests and thoughts, an inward heart.
Literally nothing is granted, nowhere, no how.
Progress is progression here. There’s a centerpiece to explain how flowers are cut as progressions.
Iconoclasts count them in a series as foreground to falling cornices.
Cornices did (in plurals). Fall.
Now months later, here’s good news,
Since you wait for a change of fortune, not for empowering others.
Your freedom belongs hiding in plain sight, free for you, down on the ground.
Fuller discourse than that scars others, yet you cite nothing but simple facts, slaughtered by pressing the remote.
Free, in subjective sensation.
Progress is progression here. There’s a centerpiece to explain how flowers are cut as progressions.
Iconoclasts count them in a series as foreground to falling cornices.
Cornices did (in plurals). Fall.
Now months later, here’s good news,
Since you wait for a change of fortune, not for empowering others.
Your freedom belongs hiding in plain sight, free for you, down on the ground.
Fuller discourse than that scars others, yet you cite nothing but simple facts, slaughtered by pressing the remote.
Free, in subjective sensation.
4/20/24
There’s no one way to degrade-ultimately-destroy capital.
Try feeling polyphonic with an uncapped fortune, reflecting what you did when your adolescent backbone iced up, raising all boats, all social levels.
Our greatest fear is going deeper—
That would kill our real parents.
They’re dead already.
Hence the family corporation is casually hidden
and lonely as an interdiscipline that threatens.
Solitude, confidences, you’ll earn times in the day,
the plays and jungle, many in a series —
Try feeling polyphonic with an uncapped fortune, reflecting what you did when your adolescent backbone iced up, raising all boats, all social levels.
Our greatest fear is going deeper—
That would kill our real parents.
They’re dead already.
Hence the family corporation is casually hidden
and lonely as an interdiscipline that threatens.
Solitude, confidences, you’ll earn times in the day,
the plays and jungle, many in a series —
36: Radical repetitions. There they go. Altho each seems the same,
you’re the one, almost mine. You get so far and stop. And you’re not alone.
And so you’re not my only delight — for neither of us is solely the other’s. It’s a shame tho we honor our inner lives, love dividing us into blotted hours, alone. I confess — or let me confess here — we are separable here, each shamed into taking up other loves of one sort with altered effects —
Your love, mine — honored remains from our nervous systems that distort us both, it seems, set to break in two (but still don’t), both borne alone repeatedly.
you’re the one, almost mine. You get so far and stop. And you’re not alone.
And so you’re not my only delight — for neither of us is solely the other’s. It’s a shame tho we honor our inner lives, love dividing us into blotted hours, alone. I confess — or let me confess here — we are separable here, each shamed into taking up other loves of one sort with altered effects —
Your love, mine — honored remains from our nervous systems that distort us both, it seems, set to break in two (but still don’t), both borne alone repeatedly.
4/19/24
That thing? It’s a slide knot. Or a kind of travel document. We have functional props for digging up emotions and this much-circulated vocabulary of affects.
To learn something about what you mean is to let fine fettle overcome despair, swamp entropy. For a quiet start, take down zero gravity bans. But you don’t keep any larvae. They’re apart. Their cloying song goes out mutely and you feel a need to ache in their baby blue blather, calmly accruing intimacy. Hey —
Never stop prospecting.
To learn something about what you mean is to let fine fettle overcome despair, swamp entropy. For a quiet start, take down zero gravity bans. But you don’t keep any larvae. They’re apart. Their cloying song goes out mutely and you feel a need to ache in their baby blue blather, calmly accruing intimacy. Hey —
Never stop prospecting.
36: Radical repetitions. There they go. Altho each seems the same,
you’re the one, almost mine. You get so far and stop. And you’re not alone.
And so you’re not my only delight — for neither of us is solely the other’s. It’s a shame tho we honor our inner lives, love dividing us into blotted hours, alone. I confess — or let me confess here — we are separable here, each shamed into taking up other loves of one sort with altered effects —
Your love, mine — honored remains from our nervous systems that distort us both, it seems, set to break in two (but still don’t), both borne alone repeatedly.
you’re the one, almost mine. You get so far and stop. And you’re not alone.
And so you’re not my only delight — for neither of us is solely the other’s. It’s a shame tho we honor our inner lives, love dividing us into blotted hours, alone. I confess — or let me confess here — we are separable here, each shamed into taking up other loves of one sort with altered effects —
Your love, mine — honored remains from our nervous systems that distort us both, it seems, set to break in two (but still don’t), both borne alone repeatedly.
4/18/24
I do my best and worst work north of you but best or worst is nothing if unobserved.
And I still get picked on — now in a major way.
But business proceeds — I stick in a little yoga. Then I run after you
thinking what a complete idiot. I am. My hair’s havoc, I’ll have restructured abs.
The contextual self, yourself, is fascinating, perhaps to squelch a tautology of pleasure smelling of abs.
And I still get picked on — now in a major way.
But business proceeds — I stick in a little yoga. Then I run after you
thinking what a complete idiot. I am. My hair’s havoc, I’ll have restructured abs.
The contextual self, yourself, is fascinating, perhaps to squelch a tautology of pleasure smelling of abs.
146: I’m talking to you in American.
Our futurist savior went missing. No more dying then? No lie, I watched us dream within a.i. economics, weeding and planting over a long radius, destabilizing molecules that eat itty Taos. Our body losses. Our Taos. Along with ooters and rhombus-gatherers, all doing their time respectively — great work for the power preserve. A ton of cuts to molecule restructure, with chops on key language turns. Our biggest ideas — not from Asia, but time itself, on lease. Enough time for epic sums of cuts along with 21st century instrumentation reduced to dust whirls from open combat. (Maybe some new futurists / feminists will clear the air. Gulp.)
Don’t know. Not going to lie. (Ideologues often get stuck on a make-sense line.)
Our futurist savior went missing. No more dying then? No lie, I watched us dream within a.i. economics, weeding and planting over a long radius, destabilizing molecules that eat itty Taos. Our body losses. Our Taos. Along with ooters and rhombus-gatherers, all doing their time respectively — great work for the power preserve. A ton of cuts to molecule restructure, with chops on key language turns. Our biggest ideas — not from Asia, but time itself, on lease. Enough time for epic sums of cuts along with 21st century instrumentation reduced to dust whirls from open combat. (Maybe some new futurists / feminists will clear the air. Gulp.)
Don’t know. Not going to lie. (Ideologues often get stuck on a make-sense line.)
At some tiny level there’s spontaneous disintegration of what’s on my mind until I find myself in a “half-life” where speech still matters.
By way of a PS on bohemians, Schuyler (ravaged of course) was more of one than Ginsberg, unravaged. And Brainard (ravaged then unravaged then ravaged) was a big boho. Auden? Think so. Jim Brodey, a boho. Even less narrowly, Harry Matthews.
By way of a PS on bohemians, Schuyler (ravaged of course) was more of one than Ginsberg, unravaged. And Brainard (ravaged then unravaged then ravaged) was a big boho. Auden? Think so. Jim Brodey, a boho. Even less narrowly, Harry Matthews.
4/17/24
Outdoors a muted roll call gathers under bright archways,
A hazard to papery aircraft taking off.
We’ll be seen for sure...
Don’t know why we are in this automatic summation now or a few seconds from now after others’ surveillance but before I look you over, with only a few spy cams to snatch our poise inside hypotheses and vice versa... the constant hiding.
A hazard to papery aircraft taking off.
We’ll be seen for sure...
Don’t know why we are in this automatic summation now or a few seconds from now after others’ surveillance but before I look you over, with only a few spy cams to snatch our poise inside hypotheses and vice versa... the constant hiding.
Sonnet 105: We express your idolatry as science. Fair, kind, true. Three at once.
Amazing to love you in praise of your science. Sum of sums!
Amazing to feel influenced by your themes, your scope, o many songs. Your idolatry
Affords me your love of a lifetime.
Take care, and take time you seem to say;
inspire small talk and wonder between you
while keeping your sum in view. You
look good put together.
Amazing to love you in praise of your science. Sum of sums!
Amazing to feel influenced by your themes, your scope, o many songs. Your idolatry
Affords me your love of a lifetime.
Take care, and take time you seem to say;
inspire small talk and wonder between you
while keeping your sum in view. You
look good put together.
4/16/24
Homeric language trends...
We can’t compress enough or too much. We were one people at one time (1,000,000 bce).
We also =
glistening statistics advanced by textuality. The underground =
stick abstractions and collisions within a dominant tribal (capitalist) identity.
ID traces out how to refine / displace any remnant of multicultural contempt.
Classification adjoined by adaptation passed thru descendants.
This break and entry ensue under a hot air balloon holding our beef jerky.
We can’t compress enough or too much. We were one people at one time (1,000,000 bce).
We also =
glistening statistics advanced by textuality. The underground =
stick abstractions and collisions within a dominant tribal (capitalist) identity.
ID traces out how to refine / displace any remnant of multicultural contempt.
Classification adjoined by adaptation passed thru descendants.
This break and entry ensue under a hot air balloon holding our beef jerky.
149: Cruelty goes by a few worshipful metaphors. Loving you, or not, down the road.. going against myself.. all due to future lunar invasions!
Heavenly and new, classic, easy, unforgettable metaphors to our surrounding revenge for taking off, fawning over you / fawning under you, quiet and respectful in everyday nudity. For nudity earned your just respect, commanded by your eyes. It will always be a swing reunion in that ritual expanse, a whole new side of narrow and hollow at center, a vacuum spinning wheels!
Heavenly and new, classic, easy, unforgettable metaphors to our surrounding revenge for taking off, fawning over you / fawning under you, quiet and respectful in everyday nudity. For nudity earned your just respect, commanded by your eyes. It will always be a swing reunion in that ritual expanse, a whole new side of narrow and hollow at center, a vacuum spinning wheels!
Meanwhile you’re almost epistemic staying awake, translating all you compose, the back of another dreaming.
Nothing accrues but a life of waking thoughts.
(Sleeping on nearly nothing
you can exit the profession at any point.) Humming inside, you can add features to nodules, like self-control in foundational philosophy.
Nothing accrues but a life of waking thoughts.
(Sleeping on nearly nothing
you can exit the profession at any point.) Humming inside, you can add features to nodules, like self-control in foundational philosophy.
4/15/24
Strategists at the barricades have been taking icky notes as the weather cooperates,
Where reputations precede character, the posterity of apprehension remains.
Who will advocate for peace to empower heavy sleep & exchange?
For example.
A {most-
Ly random swagger for the catch —
Qualified} crew enforce sampling
Coerced by the life of the owner’s party speaking.
Where reputations precede character, the posterity of apprehension remains.
Who will advocate for peace to empower heavy sleep & exchange?
For example.
A {most-
Ly random swagger for the catch —
Qualified} crew enforce sampling
Coerced by the life of the owner’s party speaking.
81: I forget so much memory is empowered by mistakes = my gentle verse.
Verse versus my taking umbrage to feed distortion = breathing from a common grave.
Fond pleas fracture time... your & my memories, all our deaths & morbidity — all survive.
For in men’s mouths death lives in thoughts of dying,
Thoughts still read aloud by tongues also re-rehearsing life with the dead. Haven’t I
lived to breathe your epitaph? Or do I lie?
Verse versus my taking umbrage to feed distortion = breathing from a common grave.
Fond pleas fracture time... your & my memories, all our deaths & morbidity — all survive.
For in men’s mouths death lives in thoughts of dying,
Thoughts still read aloud by tongues also re-rehearsing life with the dead. Haven’t I
lived to breathe your epitaph? Or do I lie?
4/14/24
Inundated with liberty, I talk thus in mocking forms. It’s well after the game. My face — like yours — sports layers of sleep relief, realizing exponents of our wildest ambitions.
I thought as a lyricist you’d follow the leftover radiant forms — and soberly, even liberally, interact with them in unitary joy (if you can still breathe) —
(I’ve made it normal getting to this next point in our ongoing bear bar repartee.)
I thought as a lyricist you’d follow the leftover radiant forms — and soberly, even liberally, interact with them in unitary joy (if you can still breathe) —
(I’ve made it normal getting to this next point in our ongoing bear bar repartee.)
I can see your voice, binary to binary autosuggestion.
When it gets dark it happens fast.
We wanted to go to
This point, stabilizing the office — over the ocean
W/out ‘water- or personal-contact.’
1 enclosure without a pulpit, no dogma...
outdoor passages to enter then exit, sponsorship
spreading out in self-willful overloads of idiomatic design —
Skilled chattel, de-simplified, or notional contracts
between science and who knew?
Ironic technologies without precedent —
A corporate hold across manners and adaptations, restrained praxis
and hermetic syntax, all noun phrases.
When it gets dark it happens fast.
We wanted to go to
This point, stabilizing the office — over the ocean
W/out ‘water- or personal-contact.’
1 enclosure without a pulpit, no dogma...
outdoor passages to enter then exit, sponsorship
spreading out in self-willful overloads of idiomatic design —
Skilled chattel, de-simplified, or notional contracts
between science and who knew?
Ironic technologies without precedent —
A corporate hold across manners and adaptations, restrained praxis
and hermetic syntax, all noun phrases.
153: & so. I’m ready.
Ready for these proving grounds in which I solve:
1. Love / god / heart inflaming fire: Steep ground, unwise yet wise
since love-kindling abounds — as well as — coincidental as loving golf & going to golf school.
2. New heat every time, your eyes — no cure for this —
your eyes are the beginning for me as my swing improves in their flare.
3. & so we’re teed up for a trial bath, in your eyes —
Heated inside each word I borrow or steal —
Syllables fall in a ‘Cupid fountain’ of steam & desire, sick withal
curing us & others with love.
Ready for these proving grounds in which I solve:
1. Love / god / heart inflaming fire: Steep ground, unwise yet wise
since love-kindling abounds — as well as — coincidental as loving golf & going to golf school.
2. New heat every time, your eyes — no cure for this —
your eyes are the beginning for me as my swing improves in their flare.
3. & so we’re teed up for a trial bath, in your eyes —
Heated inside each word I borrow or steal —
Syllables fall in a ‘Cupid fountain’ of steam & desire, sick withal
curing us & others with love.
At the Tropicana
They call us flummoxers amid the full time wash of copters.
We panelists are on a biz talk show with no host
As photons reinvest in the world, leaping out of windows.
Moving in our direction with startling humility and alacrity..
Here I am as genealogies of specialists file off.
Specialists, yes, rebuilding requires verbs tied to such esthetics that numb.
I’m the underdog here, emotionally maligned, an amalgam channel
-ing of normality, sleep, hope, repeating.
They call us flummoxers amid the full time wash of copters.
We panelists are on a biz talk show with no host
As photons reinvest in the world, leaping out of windows.
Moving in our direction with startling humility and alacrity..
Here I am as genealogies of specialists file off.
Specialists, yes, rebuilding requires verbs tied to such esthetics that numb.
I’m the underdog here, emotionally maligned, an amalgam channel
-ing of normality, sleep, hope, repeating.
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