There’s something I haven’t told you, I
am passionate about what’s right in front of me. Durante degli Alighieri.

We’re in scandalous terrain prone on a couch eating donuts —
that or anything like that could send us home, hungry

shoulder to shoulder, our emotions subsided into idiot access
and the purity of blindness.

There’s a glow in seconds before the avalanche, fun and explosive. Wow.
Or like a buddha machine in no now.

A chosen toothbrush has been abandoned. I’m forgetting about it.

I’ll be moving out soon. Moving thru a lefty runoff. I won’t be funny or try, relax or specify the ...

I only know self-reconciliation doing this puzzle, but I’ve always got your back, sans angst,
familiarly strange and pleasant, but

I’ve lost myself in the new geography.. Thanks.

Do you downsize? Can you?

kari edwards: “...mercury poisoning / abandoned

to loading docks door prize / all well meaning

track homes.” P Inman’s Echelon hairnet thumb-nailed

into one agreement beset by red tide warnings,

hot, dizzy, the environment calms down, thirsting,

incapacitating northeastern beach personalities, split,

calibrated mostly by a ruckus-like technology / outreach

where all the jazz wears off. (They’re both full tilt.)

Sonnet to the people at Boeing, since the poor make us sick

— stuck, instead, learning plane facts by heart in capsule surveys

: tempo noncommittal (not nothing) if you don’t inhabit what you’re saying, shhhh ...
Yes, fool, you slick intern online — bobbing head,

Learning about how to learn are neat (fatuous) even if your power won’t count
when we begin to edge away.

We have to trust you on these matters. One apiece.

We’ll provide all of the paragon on screen. When you come to a 3-syllable you don’t
recognize, you can just look down and see its puny disentanglement.

I’m no model, I just look like one. (Helen Vendler)

As we advance, there are 44 thousand voice-to-gifs with references from which
to plagiarize a response, while materials become more germane, less error-
prone, building on what’s been said

yielding access to the obscure but brightest sof’ freaks — handsome, least
sniffed all over, never complicated, staring down your bitewing. Ask your financial
professional.

This was worked on, from D.C.’s escorts: “You can change yourself into infinity, but still get the changes to the location from where you left...” That feels clear in a symbolic realm. It’s a higher amendment.

Again, I’m doing an accordion fold, a plu-construction of the escort’s sensibility (as if I know what any 1 syllable of that means). Reverse stabbings thru-out, they concern writing and writing-2 who meet up in a fixed-action pattern within rational yet imprecise kairos, recycling once or twice.

There are episode interiors silhouetted in un-analytical projections of glass that screen the ‘official’ episode. However I believe we’re past the middle and nearing the end of 1; the outlines say there’s a Majesty Double interior where writing adjusts to incidents of long division, complex facticity that writing-2 tears open and begins to pick at to pay writing off in disappointment, near failure — both writing and writing-2 climbing uphill and sliding back down just before turning 17, biting down, gritting their teeth, growing up.

There’s improvisatory depth to one surface and to their despairing perceptions of what won’t be retained, nothing prime to curate or disbelieve. Writing is a little wiped. So is writing-2. The drawing of the accordion is frowning, ready to be seen. 2 is blabbing. Writing is a little fucked up too. “Just starting one.” “Cool.” The thing is not to get fucked up too often.

Teaching bests year to date. (Interest charged.) Teaching is something.

Vicarious is not strong enough. I repeat, submission smiling up a precursor, optimism goes under rewrite as you profess it, flips genres beside you, changes minds while in sleep.

I believe you’re a flaneur. Sign within (above x).

Then seed money flows, sounding as half-tuned as any easy resolution, no anxiety. That’s first, nex..

Inner and outer merge in the skull. Affection can’t be broken down, a starry equity in neurons?

Frankly hot-dogging like this can’t be taught.

We said nothing about your male whore sitting meditation, why?

His focus, cash on hand are immediate, overwhelming, no gloom,
Devisive & some. Hai. This may burn a little, two-star.

Two very different outcomes will equally square
What you hear with the apogee you are.


I stake my reputation on it, inscribing our illness, touting
you & kiss the air in your 1st mustache sense.

Self-barter, a potential volt in a then-this-is-now domain,
Lord hobo’s fat lips, wet. Brainy ellipses, & a big hand!


The future of the past was written as if the Northeast crawls
W/ shops like this, which are their symbolism weighing in (...vroom)

Based on trying to get to the gym, having an olive swelte
Protein shake, saying nothing about ..

Oh my god — I just remembered we can fly!

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.

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 don’t know we’re looking.

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

Sculpture

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.

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.