Friday, September 12, 2014

Wednesday, September 10, 2014

I despise my inabilities to be with you, my own undoing, John. Tomorrow will mete out facts to impel more comfortable indeterminacy — for now anxious telepaths, minus me, rush nimbus-wet in devotion to their next decimal of the property. This might be why we’ll read over the presentation, juggle a few heads

and let you know when.

Tuesday, September 09, 2014

You’re on your own
as our only bard put it, face

Boiling angry sad practiced together.
Not pretty but there in print,

A back to romance pile-up. Rhythms about envy, fugue-sonata
moods for all time rigged

To a full position in some truce or august matter;
autumns & springs mutating so much the dark must be

The opposite of Kristy needs a foot job. We
& why by dint

Of no one that stayed home,
She doesn’t know we’re looking.

That’s her native name
slowed down to furnish the pace.

Monday, September 08, 2014


Friday, September 05, 2014

The place was firmly democratized, sir. The beginning seemed and was a) (one more time) :

To let the park tell jokes & relay this is about an order of arrangement in Exemplary Monitoring and interpenetration among important parallel scenery et cetera running this.

It’s in the cloud.

b) To qualify what happens and delay what this is about I’m reading Jean Cocteau again and watching Butterfield 8.

Someone, not just Richard Howard, translates Cocteau, Unknown and betrayed, that is a poet's fate, the and italicized. To continue, There's another slant to male deadpan, social conditioning in both its range of intentionality (add agency) and its bi-lexical pragmatics. The schema is echoed by take-downs, targets stuffed with inflammables, straw men (physique / text), and clustered pellets (conditional biodata), whose immolation compels male gut pleasure. The instant sweet-tits take-down / &-out. You can’t have deadpan without it.

Granted, on a more personal note, I maintain a liberal, apolitical esthetic.

You too. Sorry, I have no other associations I’ll share. I was running through work everywhere. Took an order from Exemplary.

Wednesday, September 03, 2014

You’re really this tall? There is no wrong answer. Your voice feels transparent, too late to make it sparse.

Even your restraint is wishy-washy. You’re too qualified and thrifty to feel anything suspended — Mayday!

I told you I agree, Angel & Angelfish, enjoy your revisionist’s timeshare, afterlife to the future, unobstructed, puckered in ab exercise.

Friday, August 29, 2014

I came for the invoices.

Ever notice? No one lives in that town.

Half-vegetarian, self-colliding fog drinks only from its disconnected, treasured demographic for energy.

We cannot mean erasure, remember.

Our nerve infused by regulatory propriety until we get up to dance founding paradox.

Name a landscape and give birth, rename it and you bestow an ecology of resonance and history.

We’ve heard enough.

This is strictly the governor’s business.

Wednesday, August 27, 2014

Jay stayed and worked with the new ones coming in,

who were all “Could you be a little more specific, doctor?”

(If you or I put off how ambivalent Jay is I’d miss the point, proverbially.

Otherwise, I get kind of overstimulated by stupid generalizations as

I wouldn't know how to come down on these vital issues.)

Do you like spiral staircases?

— we wiretap the secret you weigh (you get no credit for this —

no ripped-off melancholy, no spectral, tiny swaggering to cash

in) but there’s a substitution agreement including you and both you and me —

it’s taken this long to read the gospel of wealth.

O to be bubble-footed in dark briefs!

or preferring total lunacy to kissing, moaning about diffusion at any cost,

any cost to render your mouth a mess of slop,

this is for you now.

Tuesday, August 26, 2014

It made sense, 1 idea to play that 1 note of math from the
cubicle in your head, be4 the pup tent it gets shiny against.

And, there is a civilizing future to being purposefully
dull, entered into more by spotting that and doing it first. It’s

a clear refinement where character offers liberation
Pepsi. You can go right in.

They have an open table.

Monday, August 25, 2014

Composing around you, I’m a zealot about knowing when justice
with passion is vital, not recreational. For bell, orchestra,

softly speaking, these next things in the wicked training
without you, no news, you & I become addicted to the momentum,

nothing else drives us into the surf ---v--,

did you bring the good acrostic? “Gobble, gobble, gobble, I’m talking Chimp now!”

Lament is like college camp. Modalities.
Chafed lips, burning talent, with you or not, the emphasis is how

official? ten to the tenth more hombres
like a polygamist crew barnstorming thru
an ad host hemisphere. Today’s arm band 100 months after

the small of your back sent me packing. It’s August, Arvo Pärt chafing:
& oblique as you, insipid defiance groaned out, hardly credulous ultra-
unpolished release for subsiding in attrition composing around you.