Sunday, October 29, 2017


we spoke lovingly, as if admired
the broadstrokes, impressionist-
ical and heavied with the glaci-
al pedagogy of a mistress.. or a
master? comme ci, comme ├ža their

babbly literature that attempted
to reconcile the culture with an
homotropical source-- no, gianna
it doesn't matter: if they don't
understand & perhaps though they

came to scoff they should remain
to pray.. massive and inter alia
and loudly announcing each move-
ment in moments indivisible, yet
harmonic and so dreadfully thin;

excellent good my tutor speaking
through the spokes as they roll,
roll on in the rain, maybe, else
proudly pound consummation's re-
fraction splitting their hastily

indrawn breath, which we've und-
erstood to express surprise-- is
it that easy, all the time? even
though i talk to you in the book
i expect you're growing satiated

with the regal adorers.. make it
new, strike it through, make son
song through the rays that adorn
the strings, so much like little
beads of dew, which we remember.

Saturday, October 21, 2017


i hope you'll excuse the punch..
disabled grayscale with windows,
shaping scraped in the castlings
and hero worship, so unutterable
with propositions and detection:

she is working on a building, an
hymn that can't be sung honestly
in the past as we now live it as
we all see the present as an im-
possibility, sometimes, laconic-

al and transparencied from their
weaving symbols and traceries in
the air above the flames, rising
indelicate & in flagrante delic-
to the aphasic murmurers' reeds;

counting and measuring with vel-
ocity like a physical organisat-
ion.. my blackened power, metals
by smittening me with most isra-
eli/montparnassian vivre, critic

overstanding wheel away closer &
spike me with a blade tempered &
sharpened with the fluttering on
the breath of that same fire-- a
dysphemistic synecdoche that set

my teeth on edge and my hair too
on fire, as if the woman were a-
ble to forgive and had bled, for
i find feeble the folded fingers
obvious in these failing frames.

Tuesday, October 17, 2017


scuffled a bit for spare change,
rarest-bluer and shifting notice
that's posted and careens around
the headspace in the shop oh i'd
fake being english and study the

night dry for an abject pleasure
of watching the faces drop.. off
the clocks, raygun fluid twisted
upstairs, knock twice don't ring
the doorbell don't wake the dor-

mouse-- dealt from the bottom of
the deck to serve you the magni-
ficent sunning array of yarrow &
it's pooling, pooling, frozen to
the tongue yet melting, melting;

i don't really think style's all
that important, honestly: you'll
give us substance and we'll bear
you good will, clasped hands re-
generating the automatism of re-

psychiatric duology & this story
seems to be of a host of ghosts,
whether carrier-signalled or up-
wards spiralling so pristine the
middlemarch air that reels with-

in the puddle of deep white, go-
ing backwards slow to remember i
greet the girl and show us to my
room, which is a king, who isn't
mannerismed.. or to be compared.

Monday, October 16, 2017


hysterical crackology immutes my
black-and-blind honour program i
put in the horror of an environ-
ment that resists change and re-
sists submersion, believing as i

do that immersion is the only a-
postolic form of baptism.. unuse
of interrupt, defined so freely:
whether you want it latinate, or
even unencumbered, the dream ar-

gument doesn't convince me as it
once did, which is not to say we
don't also desire the one dream,
people of? interpeopled fantasi-
es that suffer dream sicknesses;

jungle gets edited-- i have ever
been one to punctuate and play--
imputing a new discourse, super-
imposing it perhaps, but without
the spectacle of military and it

looks like not even revolution..
my mind is not strong enough to,
and my heart may fail, in time i
think, but i've dreamt as legib-
ly as i find it was possible to,

given the whiteline program, and
teaching, being given, seems im-
portantly facile yet struggling,
the portion left to the biblical
allures us more fairly than sex.

Friday, October 13, 2017


modernist guernican picasso over
my desire, also laden heavy with
casually burning ignition, stud-
ied simple like the attrition of
bad words, and taking stances a-

way from their literal meanings,
just in order to abstract every-
thing to make it usual-- ellipse
the divisor and ultimate ruinat-
ion of circularities, yes in the

symbolic order we're imaginistic
and compounded, but not monetar-
ily or oppression-- your aurora,
boring as i am i know how to al-
lude, punctually, calligramatic;

it's luck of the draw, the dream
which rumbles beneath the runes,
making us floating-headed in the
cardinal directions, erring on a
side that isn't fully developed,

yet: boxes and sunshines oh stay
vulnerable and make yourself up,
it's no longer literary and can-
not be recused or forgotten, yes
the video about the author, bri-

coleur savant moaning over waves
that are coloured brightly as an
honest unity is more resplendent
when exposed to free space clean
air & plenty of congratulations.

Sunday, October 8, 2017


loose, the scape shifts unto the
poor and dark, royal apparel and
scene set millennium, just so: i
don't know enough words to begin
to fill a page, much less a con-

fession.. just accept that jesus
walks-- being watched by anyone,
and everyone, and no one at all,
sometimes, yields algebraic math
that feels inauthentic when fac-

tored with statistics, oh let me
neglect my politics as well-- no
weapon formed against thee shall
prosper, et cetera, quelling the
irreverence with gasping virtue;

the man who levies the sentences
must wield the blade, except for
the involvement of righteousness
that calls not for violence, but
for the deeply soaking blood and

water of salvation-- imagining &
remaining sober, pour me some of
the vapor of trails and mountain
fastnesses in the midst of citi-
es, and i have shown you fear in

a handful of dust! attribution &
legislation & skylarking, simple
infinitive subdivided prismatic-
ally maetl for the machinist and
his footwork, yes i know i will.


scanner, blinked up skinning and
magnificent arranged, rays their
colours with somnolence, all the
better to see you with-- intoned
muscular personality & pessoa, a

book of masters can't, and fact-
icity prescribes that such as my
book of lossless can't, too.. be
it loved and windswept, the care
and inherent grandeur of delusi-

ons that moves under us like the
names they call this girl: you'd
better know that she is holy and
call upon her with the pulses of
your own heart, heavens abiding;

i don't look back once i've got-
ten to the ironic reversal: this
is a study in teleliterature, if
the spines are broken or other..
prophetic bible and hymnal twin-

ning consist of the word whether
set to songs or simply said, how
gorgeous and apparent a disposi-
tif of parallax serpentined much
over the forgotten rhyme & writ-

ing home-- my eyes may be blind-
ed, but so may my tongue cleave:
and there is a river the streams
whereof shall make glad the city
of god & my lord keeps a record.