injured/hypnosis.

to display the brazen misericord-
ia she turned off the glaring sun
overhead and all-around and ended
the debate: as if all my gathered
successes or demonstrations taken

together began and continued in a
cipher, and i was gladly ruddied,
gladly ruddy to have been punched
in the face by her big inimitable
style, and she smiled.. but slow-

ing and slipping the narrative we
are somewhere entirely fearful we
chew gum and speak to one another
in epithets that--summed up--seem
to signify less than ever before;

the self is a myth sometimes, but
i like to exercise my gaze-- life
is a myth, too, but one with more
of a moral than that, like, catch
the creation: of faerie, idiotic-

al heroisms, all that stuff comb-
ined moves the lineage northwards
with a cruel window onto the old-
en word and strength, best end it
all and never speak of it again..

but here we still are! victorious
again and built from the chaos to
self-destruct: stylishly, honest-
ly unashamed, innocent & massive,
or at the very least intentional.

bending/amendment.

contour regard lifting splaying &
the five fingers, contrary stance
waving like icol diston, plugging
it in and switched-on so the eyes
have got illumined and the stitch

in time saves nine-- just revolve
enough that the rhythm alternates
with my mood or if the comet mel-
odies paved the unchanging tao to
five or more elements, cubofuture

relaxed and prone for this rondo,
quintetted and unexplained: walk-
ing requires fire, sincere charm-
er blotting the signature, wildly
keen and important to hold on to;

bedsit satori invocational mirror
disperses gloom and promised luck
with the wind caressing your face
beauty unbeholden to the traditi-
ons and empire.. all of this made

me settle in the furrows, alarmed
like the earth's own sense of its
dishonourable discharge, and what
exactly is there to fight for any
way? if alone or excited it's the

miserable shame that convinced me
to practise ineffable bliss, also
to preach healing peace, and what
remains beyond these can't really
interest me because i'm gleaming.

whisper/bust.

cut-up anthology overliving dream
issuer: have you got your license
and do you know how to coast? all
the walls close in and the plates
are spun sugar, and the illumined

foreground is much too bright and
she has to shield her eyes! as if
on the morning of all mornings he
was stupid, disappointing me like
the first few years of university

the way of the exploding thorns &
other shrapnel that originated in
the amnesia of living things, ask
me some time whether you've got a
soul or a chance, yet i'm stolen;

interrupted the purchase of fire,
memorable current: like blueberry
wine and skin much too bright and
i have to shield my eyes, sunstep
sister sufferer for whom i've be-

en working to change the energies
and also the vertigo, the book is
thick and heavy--may some day you
will read it--but it isn't even a
weapon: and the word is not armed

in defence of anything, including
love, which we could consider un-
fortunate but the fact's that our
symbolist future can move forward
at a rate 'til now unanticipated.