paper/thérèse.

quiet holy ambigram calculus win- 
dowing the softened girls's hair, 
buddy-system gemini scaled as for 
repenting queen bent over the hot 
oven--that the boy and girl push- 

ed her in--and the echo of chatty 
plaints subsuming the stairways & 
channels that carry heavy soil or 
nightly cares into the cavernous, 
chilling cold of eternity unnamed 

with the ignominious threats past 
finding out: succour our glancing 
wounds redounded with intellected 
stance or if the toll breaks open 
the debtors beggared every count; 

courtesan blinking fettered whole 
abstemious gilt, shivering horses 
that bilk, the gait understanding 
gentle moving that indiminishes.. 
omnipresent crescendo tattooing & 

splayed like spilt milk neverthe- 
less without guile, maximum silv- 
er satellite of infraorbital maze
surrounded with mausolean & laby- 
rinthine courts, ringing hammers, 

children whose gaze is to the sky 
mouths open in eager anticipation 
of the once and future king, this 
is a story i heard when i was un- 
owned and before i had been born.

interlocking/zodiac.

sleep the mechanical bull of los- 
ing sleep intensifies with regime 
change, yet did you know that the 
skin skinned regenerates with you 
plumbing a depth heretofore dorm- 

ant? namely, words engage panting 
intercourse, sweating the poisons 
and serendipitously--redemptively 
too--that millennial erosion into 
last gasps, last laughs! the yoga 

that spelt spinning nondirection- 
ally recoups the 400 blows that'd 
dragged you, fletcher rubbed your 
face in it and points unknown the 
desirable, imprecise dépaysement; 

none of this means business: long 
placating multiplication the word 
of blind blues interrupted up and 
within the pleasurable swing that 
loads me lording over, how i sal- 

ivated those years to afterimages 
shredded and disconnected from my 
machine: left blank pulse residue 
that fervently beats the new jazz 
into the makeup of new world news 

and yes remembered the illuminat- 
ing ages foregone and foreclosed, 
rat cellars poemphasis hilda this 
enchanted, it's often too much to 
breathe in a slaughterhouse, too.

creeping/papaver.

wick, why wry? is it the building 
that settles into its foundations 
or does the superstructure levit- 
ate upon history like a distorted 
head--on the shoulders of giants?

let alone that my impenetrability 
has got me weymouthed like angel- 
ical streets wending the commoner 
on a self-effacing path, yet yel- 
low my absolvent king-and-emperor 

who leans into the foreground, as 
if to banish me from view at once 
and from viewing: this is the ev- 
ening skeleton of absent-mindedry 
that evolves, blooming from zero; 

never not looking back, with such 
an adherent paranoia and fear the 
way out is impossibly grand, like 
teeth that chatter in cold weath- 
er tend to combust themselves all 

appropriate and vainglorious this 
mechanical song painting the tile 
and ceiling.. personality failing 
my mind had also been shredded to 
illustrate the prevailing, shift- 

er colourless liquid that tasting 
of doubt hollows & thrusted, such 
a dream was also on that roof and 
i feel enabled by this, made man- 
ifest & of course yes made a man.

augenblick/trembling.

sofa the brush and unrepentant my 
illustrated span stretching along 
party lines resolved me unshaking 
to pry and pipe like the linguist 
my father was, all-revolving luck 

that brandished wipes the face a- 
way from the head, bodily against 
reception or to crow-- eyes fast- 
ened on an upwinding path shining 
into eternal infinity, leveraging 

and juggling the weighty, judges' 
accumulated synch, and spiralling 
the unravelled, rapunzeller free- 
fell enough to inspire the tales: 
over the hedge, through the door; 

unlock, open unto me thou discov- 
erer of mad cerulean fire as well 
as empyrean grey foams swollen my 
absent-minded minuet crashing, as 
if the divided pulse moved you to 

mark things, make wheels, wheeled 
within stone gold-veined whose o- 
tiose futures meld and waste like 
the rushes of waving winter.. not 
that she stands without, request- 

ing entry, or that anyone peculi- 
ar stammers out a tattooing blues 
that's bound and everlasting: the 
rumour was more that dance skewed 
our bodies, folding us into acts.

mystic/archetype.

sculptor, what are your hands for 

and how have they washed? sanding 

skeleton papers surround us as if 

a fighter was overhead, or likely 

the resurrection fomented come to 

 

pass in the conception of a child 

whose sharpening twist caduceuses 

the immanence of high, alliterat- 

ing, inevitable function: famili- 

ar and gathering the scrape-along 

 

subsistent fear overcome & trans- 

muted into the cure the wound may 

only be healed by the spear which 

smote it, hills-into-pasture bold 

books everywhere you look glowed; 

some manner of archaeology is im- 

plied in the dipped pen, reminder 

to skip a step once in a while in 

a cobbled, potholed crowd: that's 

limned for theatre, lissomed that 

traces self-sufficient beatitudes 

coherently through the cables and 

elevated trains of thought eugene 

was the last man on the moon, yet 

no one can admit any unease.. you 

walked, today, too! singing swim- 

ming songs, if only in forestall- 

ing the slough of despond as well 

as the brutalist future that even 

now descends, but that child too.

mary/resolution.

bubble the remonstrances of outer 
bongolia stricken as carel giving 
over to patterns, point de capit- 
on involving and rubber meets the 
road when you run out of road but 

nothing is inessential, i had two 
hands today and when walker skies 
the bell maths puddle like enorm- 
ous oases in the root, as eager.. 
trying to forget results in paper 

balled into fists as if viciously 
french, paste-eater of an ingenue 
who was held, scrubbing, intersex 
and infixed, god what's become of 
the baby?? nothing to do with me; 

as abandoned, so below: inspirat- 
ional avant la lettre, slummer in 
the tall city, dreamt afterimages 
sinking like frontloads, inbuild- 
en ships and hourglasses, if this 

is the future are we men or what? 
scrimmaging idolatries stacked in 
careless symmetry may be swiftly, 
finally flayed, but that doesn't, 
can't mean that the technological 

chora order, as well-- who're all 
these weirdos? my throat is sore, 
pulp accumulating on my welcoming 
face, egg, too, it doesn't cohere 
into nothing but it isn't unsafe.

affix/charlotte.

middling rubbed between the hands 

of deepening, vast gods--and this 

vista--and my shells & instrument 

are combustibly toppling, falling 

head-over-heels downstairs, as if 

bent with aching farsight & main, 

elective with the rolling blur of 

mistresses and their tresses, and 

well-dressed.. telly with biscuit 

and milk, places that lifted them 

by their bootstraps thrusting our 

pall within the revolving vibrat- 

ion of ground, distant reception- 

ist in heaven's antechamber takes 

notes agreeably, yet quite still; 

singers sing to us of the jilting 

cuts and edits of spilling mickey 

finns & ensconcing the reiterated 

bull that passes for peace around 

here lately, while our dear moth- 

er rocks, rocks, and rocks in the 

rocker of redundant rest, though, 

and i must admit that if you have 

come here for straight shooting i 

have many wonderful words for you 

to examine at your leisure, swift 

judgment to deliver never on sun- 

days and often the float of disc- 

reet scrawl, that just reminds me 

to smoke uncontrollably, shaking.

vegetable/gray.

the drummer envisioned the africa 

of misspent saturdays all replete 

with the alcohol of living truth, 

and as i walked myself to school, 

the bus remained in the car park, 

as gentle as bees-- fliers should 

advertise literacy, musics should 

sing: all girls's schools made of 

the girls who attended was as yet 

calculus but likely disappoint as 

well.. since i broke my own prom- 

ise to the environing and castle, 

my feet find purchase but my hand 

can't hold, and yet, and yet maya 

shinnies & lindy-hops with paint; 

no one knows where the redeemed & 

instructed lie their heads in the 

rush of bleeding view, and though 

i was born in the tents of paris, 

i ended up montmartre & gracious: 

illustrating illusions for small, 

ever-so-small and smallest, child 

you've got many worlds to conquer 

like books, bikes, brilliant your 

smithereens and sugarcubes! liver 

so destitute to scream my yearned 

words forever within & without an 

arabian jamaica that sows the re- 

assuring genesis of ontic glass.. 

kant you read, bent over roaring.

chimer/splint.

brute the frustrating flush of my 

absentee power hour and blinking,

shrinking rose: an high-schooling 

built overrunneth rem & the colo- 

rados, arizona sky, anthony began 

to learn magick and decided-- the 

whale was inside the belly of the 

whale, brushstroke of lilypattern 

gilt and voices that mature, band 

gypsy king brushes eliot's beard: 

plug in and drive & walking haunt 

the studio apartment at the term- 

inus of the driveway at the term- 

inus of the hallway, and there, i 

the finality of the final repose; 

the newborn babe was a weapon our 

auroras susurrating and cascading 

as though swallowed by jerica, of 

course after having been chewed-- 

wroth math skins the black page a 

few more times before noon, and a 

vision is born, like lamps, abil- 

ity, reconcentrate my eyes within 

the serene unheroin of redistrib- 

utive and tributary: laughing the 

leader away from the gates like a 

rhythm that lifts & giggling owns 

a parcel, apart breeding confect- 

ions & sweet fluid always as liq-

uor as you please and wrote slow.

substitute/priest.

emoluments, high-standing reacher 
busting up, photons & manufacture 
that warp like gilt stallions the 
breeze browning out as if friends 
with the morning, moon, and night 

that riding inward staircase wit, 
the sphere that thrusts his fists 
against the post & still insists, 
transformative skin sheds herself 
and the kiss is regenerated, also 

sustained-- humming rope-skipping 
rhymes that all alliterate across 
vistas of indescribable anonymity 
and though the bell is not broken 
the baby wakes to crashing waves; 

honestly unedited cardiopulmonary 
script slipped under the doors on 
a momentary discovery that vanity 
bespoke & rhythm recalibrates, my 
lion's share with many arrays and 

multitudes, all oriented, arch, a 
calumny prostrate, passive, lead- 
er snaked under the stage, ballet 
notwithstanding-- all the parts i 
can handle are holy, gorgeous and 

demonstrable heart surfeiting the 
diatribe which is effaced loving- 
ly warm and on sleeves everywhere 
because the time has come to talk 
of many things: shambling techno.

achieve/sanskrit.

promontory saga and relative con-
sonants, lover rediffused & dist-
ributing the simplified life, do-
ing wakeful awareness and the in-
sistent distortion-- how happy! a

walk into the resist go ahead how
you're my little-light-and-star &
saying with the erudite immanence
irresolvable and undivorced vocal
radiant stone.. chapels and fruit

of spirited grid, mumbling names:
exempt, experimental guilder, tao
supports and extinguishes the ec-
stasies of mirror-revolved washes
of utterly surprised comministry;

sawn colourful fulfilling the art
and proverbs of the most vibrati-
on, spilt sand and surf bluing an
accepted linguistics, so reversed
the lofty aspire and bend, wender

who marks species: like a profes-
sional amputee, my chemicals made
medicine, sans frontières! missi-
on to document & abstract-express
as if time was involved & wrapped

up with a bow, sealed with a kiss
and the mystic is envelop-filter-
ed, flanging, and voice-synthetic
all so that we can speak soothing
to each other, spooning & serene.

recalcitrant/shrine.

victoria you shine, kids put your
fingers in your ears or any other
techniques turning yellow in this
bleachy morning with its tricky &
provincial antiempathy.. boasting

like the bold rivulets around the
trench, all my defences eradicat-
ing the twenties and i am so glad
to burn your money, next i should
spit-- mathematics that show us a

docile future and gang up like an
outsider orthodoxy, pulp the pope
bloody his nose reuben, immatures
and miniatures and cruciform heat
shimmering off blacktop in oases;

remaster, up on the trust, places
beaten & molten by hard, poignant
cold, just to establish the front
of continent prelude, washed-face
candour and the ultimate splaying

surf-- rizla, riffing like titans
in the chaos that came to set the
teeth on edge, and the juices are
moving in the foreground distort-
ing the abstract of intragenerat-

ional scholarship: are we putting
anything in our pockets? desiring
to survive, model united nations,
smoke stacked like crimson smiles
and inanimate throwing procedure.

dote/ringer.

impelliteri the busted-up shrouds
the hands, and alliterating hours
backing away conspiratorially the
celestine vertex holds the worlds
together, much like queen's milk:

wisener habituate us with harden-
ing euphoria, instantiating, that
structures bend & recapitulate to
an immured science ever so roman,
and predisposed to brutal justice

as well, as well as terrible mer-
cy, dawn, life out of time warred
its way to summit, council, other
colours that we now know were sad
and ineffectual in light of fact;

i've never wanted anything and so
i judge myself absent.. invocator
votive noctuary, crowning & stam-
mering, spilling the arpeggiating
anticipation precipitate and made

fuller in its uncontrollable glee
like a glass cavalcade that sorts
bright blood into the arteries of
a dark horror of night, later the
replenishing routine of daybreak,

and while she shelters slaughter-
ous hearts in her thought, and an
immunity blended with irradiance,
forever, blanches in the sunlight
sun & desert, a surfeit of water.

beholder/ipso.

do you one better than earnesting
surplus, wartime shivers spine at
odds with the verse-chorus-verse,
but not the chorus: which arrives
in your own perspective like this

opening night-and-dawn (and feel-
ing, you are the authority who've
got acclimatised and moving celt-
ic/franco/gaul like the apostolic
monument of redemptive symphonies

compromised of pattern as well as
the shrikes) and opening surprise
the apocryphal scattered fluidity
that runs true through the palace
of hardcore punk, and later rave;

uttar pradesh, skin seaming steam
the mother, weaver, and we, begun
in unison the magician's music of
fretted infraharmonical neoteny..
hologram teen the blush, skipping

oh often several generations, the
dynamic disciple of futurability,
writing things in ink that summer
can't burn and won't even warm, a
castle, a lifetime's inventions..

all of these things can't & shall
not braid me farther, wiser, more
your lovingkindnesses replenished
the watering skies and scree that
sink yet revive and evolve plush.

prototype/spook.

haul and announce, rollover turn-
around of exquisite crypt, flares
and inattentive smoke which treed
the inanimate wonder of islington
and trenchtown, rockers meets the

scientist in a dark tower of dub:
fleeting, cherish the simpliciti-
es that wash my skin, rosining my
grip for the ultimate and addict-
ive whirl towards the world! pow-

ers that weren't, silly vocalisa-
tion trending the grip and making
many months, push/pull walk halls
digitised like binomial infiniti-
es that remain undisguised, free;

spilled lust maps the undiscover-
able country that's propped up by
pedal-steel and as the stage tied
up and crying dies, the show must
go on.. someone said you've lived

here for millennia, burning night
pride that sleeps your eyes, sand
moving forever as dictated by the
silt stenographer, i hope against
hope she knows she's not guilty &

can relax, for a moment's space--
pace enunciated with the reclined
stars arrayed in diadems and halo
an exemplary superlative thrust..
doubled soul, nearly inquisitive.

pythagorean/house.

machine-made ultra high-definiti-
on gun, blank, razor on the back-
sliding invisibility spells, take
a walk for a while and wean their
fêted failure (which you can hold

in your hand, much like a staple)
yet my adam's apple is memorexing
the recaller vibrations: crossing
stride deus lumina unfaultability
pre-examined metaphysical laughed

entertainer, hewers of stone, and
carriers of water, in all of your
"every thing" intimations did you
ever set the controls? sailing to
the three taverns & turned equal;

most beatitude vistas encrownable
and naked to the bright, spectral
shirka's eyes, replenitude planet
that skated sinks and is revived:
like the oldest name in the anci-

ent tongues, heart's endeavourers
and magick that settles me yellow
and haughty, oh circumambient sun
missioneering the church's subtle
and ultramagnetic tow, hail ambi-

guous tetrahedra railing & blurry
pictures of pictures of peace, on
the silten path that, reflecting,
follows me myself & doesn't lead!
brethren dwell together in unity.

writhe/sleet.

wound sheet, stick 'em up, kid, a
descent and an ending, movies the
bastard schism of unremitted skin
and--pooling--a z-shot of experi-
mental proportions, imputing data

in bad blocks and twining fingers
through my hair: i want this, for
you to make me know i'm glowing..
no purpose to it really, just art
for art's sake rolling yet blown,

breathing together & dreaming the
same, melodic-death sidewalk core
expansion and force high with the
frozen still-life freeze-frame of
luxuriating in the essence of it;

the story was written a long time
ago, so many beginnings of novels
but never-ending, was it a waste?
and you're not listening to this,
no matter how infatuated i've be-

come or let myself know that i've
been.. sinuous, crawling needling
babble dripped like abstractions,
as they march on into the nocture
and indiminuition, as marvels the

spool with our heads in the sand,
all extant flesh delaying & shown
effulgent of all manner of living
angel if angels can be said to be
living, he's honestly astonished.

unison/pyrotechnics.

please allow me to ring off these
abstinent projections of thoughts
learning no new techniques splay-
ed fripping mince & satellites in
the harmonium of balanced ballads

that suspend the sentence, vertex
propounds beaten-heart wish, seer
perplexing and moving in on sunny
steel beams, rays, arrayed texts,
understood to be felt if not und-

ertaken and glow-blown punch for-
gets, kneeling en passant statist
papist father of money, concomit-
ant choir-slash-wire, blazed sub-
mitting unrelenting ecstatistics;

misremarked colour graphite swim-
mer of seventeen sons, why do you
reply: kite the skate and serpent
skirted shirts versus skins, poem
inherent with magnificent malice,

and yet it goes misremarked.. yes
that's a story, the spirit levels
civics like crying liberty, and a
so luminous bowl backmasked sits,
power to arrive with the weather-

ing, solar wind, and though you'd
bust you probably burn, addition-
al alleleuia reconstructed, over-
worked & underpaid, clicking swat
fireflies heading indestructible.

concentric/ahimsa.

absolute, opposite revelator roll
the windows and britannia, my ac-
celerator nimble be quickened and
ascendant, or i'll knuckle my eye
when the dam bursts-- the streaky

eyeliner informed me, as i walked
the beat, that someone was on the
point of throwing it all away: be
as silent as the foreground, even
if it pulsates, wavering, thought

skittering around a pinball night
like so many vanishing spells and
hasty generalisations, and waking
up i began to believe that i am a
blank canvas over a tilted easel;

sehnsucht elevator floors follow-
ing the wheeling saudade, origin-
al sound that got scribbled in so
many notebooks like wishlists you
sent to father christmas but when

the refracting dawn slit open the
envelope of sleephood someone was
knocking slight on the wall, like
it ultimately shouldn't make much
difference whether anyone answer-

ed or if something sharp fell out
of the sky, and let me tell you a
secret about that: there are many
skies, and the faster your faith,
something is better than nothing.

expletive/nickname.

loose, repetitive perspicacity an
obvious non-issue a leap of faith
or hunger, paperback skeleton the
white flame oh god helping sorrow
bury the concussive theses, luth-

ier make the bow true and we have
heaven, like a generation of pure
talent & it's spilt down the sink
but don't call, don't call my ex-
tension when the iconic pitfalled

the venus of absolute antiquities
or, if you do, remember the numb-
er starts with the area code, and
if you know where you are, you've
done a sight better than me, you;

i'm reminded of rae, corc & rpeg,
like the spirallingly duoheliacal
premonition of ashes to ashes and
dust to dust: choosing to feel my
own replenishing texture and torn

from the theory a beneficent oth-
erness that walks in my shadow, a
spurned invocation i've spent the
accumulated drift of lifespans as
if i'd deny.. block-digit glee, a

byword glowing in the dim oceania
surrounded like the soul of ever-
ywhere & i sense goldfinch watch-
ing over me as i go, as i go, and
as i go, and i've got my reasons.