craftsmanship/supposedly.

megalithium and poseurmyth melted
with true 303 rhythms: the alter-
ed flight of inscrutable puzzles,
which denounce the anxiety of in-
fluence in favour of the posh and

comfortable christianities wedded
with seen diluvian antechambers &
their attentions-- divided, as if
the sky, and liquid as well, like
funk in the twenty-first century:

it's not really as facile as that
though, because ever--but not al-
ways--looming in the people's way
is the shadow of the vista of the
son of hinnom, may henna compete;

illustrated rioting campus singer
and her rings on her fingers--and
toes--and a coiffure like the sun
and the magniloquent, feverish id
that blacked out taking the night

off when confronted & glassed for
trying to play her cello: all the
world's a stage: in a phase sense
you look good and good looks come
in necessary (not merely handy) i

have learnt and misspelt and gave
up on educating myself other than
to listen always-- all the ways i
can listen are omnibenevolent and
even just foreign enough to work.

anthology/feedback.

the album of gentle waves, isobel
left in the woods and what should
she discover there but a witch? i
recommended a house, but there is
never enough time--when it's been

divided, like the sky--to foresee
banal eventualities such as death
and this is the macrocosm.. teach
me, instead, a professional lyric
that'll not return unto him void:

the kindness of regeneration, and
the literature of exhaustion, and
the love of everything other than
oneself up to and including yours
which is in mine that hands hold;

sharpening images compare the yet
and heretofore stolid immalleable
with the everpliant and complaint
that make up the sum of comedy: a
nation needs azalean refreshments

like water needs roots, and there
was formerly blood on the leaves,
sap within the medulla of angelic
potentialities which could become
turned-inside-out for the benefit

of gracious personages and which-
ever principles they set forth: i
let ourselves be anewened, awake,
o sustain of velocity and sweeten
the sickness comforting the poor.

château/systems.

rhyming, as if stepped--or steep-
ed--building, that will not leave
you unedified, o it has got royal
pardons and glittering spires all
for your delight, and the rhymist

isn't excused or accused, that of
the holiest of facts: sacred & e-
mitting emanations that circumam-
bulate the surrealist and situat-
ionist arts--amongst others--with

the humble élan which is vigorous
spirit and rigorous honesty.. the
mead of shuffled papers and vapor
arisen in our minds, some fall we
may find ourselves in a paradise;

if you're a drunk like me, you're
beginning to discover the agility
in delivering dissertations with-
out expecting anything in return,
as is our habit-- the monasteries

and gentlegood peoples that amass
there, arrayed in finery like our
dreams and the results scattering
shatter the walls, hotels, malls,
and even prisons--which are never

concentric--which are reeducation
camps.. i wanted to escape, but i
also wanted to educate, and every
time has a meeting of minds: look
wise for handfuls of electricity.

alleviate/instructions.

given to laughter, exploding like
the fist that unfurls as a nation
and becomes a flag: there isn't a
thing wrong with literature, that
flighty temptress with her tress-

es that involve--recombining--and
measured to dress like students &
built upon a precipice.. i do not
yet know what i'm good for, mast-
ery avoided and money forgotten i

adventure myself upon you for the
moment, just in order to remember
lost time: such a vibrant paradox
of numbers and niches a hangman's
noose funny for its obsolescence;

absolutely nonever, climbing down
into the black chasm of spiraling
comorbidity that will not redeem:
i have multiple fistfuls of tick-
ets to the great and secret show,

confetti in other words, to throw
a fight and acknowledge praise in
the humility of the space wander-
er: sometimes it's so beautiful i
have to sigh, which is translated

into many legacies and their und-
erworlds-- some day i'll fly then
and everyone will see the man i'd
become and watch and burn ecstat-
ically, with nativitian pleasure.

disintegration/achievement.

slip of the tongue stream, it was
the most beautiful ivory tower we
ever detonated & watched explode,
while holding hands in the rubble
and the mechanics are something i

like to think of as precipitation
or binomially named, cloudbusting
and see thou to that: knocking in
my knees and heart, which absorb-
ed most of the impact of the fee-

ble shrapnel & can't we have done
with the foreplay and long, dron-
ing infinity? longing for nothing
so much as a comfortable place to
sweat out judgment day, alleluia;

i realize that i am unbeautiful &
i've found that it really doesn't
make the slightest difference.. i
build with my hands, folding them
peacefully in order to sleep, and

through this meditation an essen-
tial fact becomes made manifest..
in other words, in other domains,
and most of all, in another life-
time: everything there is to know

about life is shrouded in plastic
and sold for dollars on the penny
and get this: none of it's ameri-
can-made! give it thought, and it
will settle into st. elmo's fire.

chromatic/israel.

automatic autumn whether i'm und-
er wraps or uncovered like the æ-
neid, so sad to part the seas the
way you did but mosaically it was
accomplished whereunto he sent it

and stuttering candle blown, glad
futurist grenade type awareness i
could not contain so i was wedded
and i hope i never have the shud-
dering stereoscopic images to de-

ny my maker and master-- who puts
the pants on in this family? does
she do it one leg at a time? what
does it mean to be answerable for
genetic engineering? i am unsure;

what i know is ashes in the fall,
i burnt it so i built it so i re-
discovered the pungent fragrances
and work-scarred soul: everything
around me is free, and what is my

law? thou shalt love the lord thy
god with all thy heart, soul, and
strength, and thou shalt love thy
neighbour as thyself, and i'm not
really so hard to get along with,

once you've disrobed me and punc-
tured my orb.. which is made of a
teardrop that involuntarily leak-
ed from a convoluted entity so it
isn't responsible for the malady.

airplay/quatrain.

meanings occluded, the experiment
was dead on the ground, and all i
could see was hard house: like my
graceful, endemic encomia, wheth-
er for pandora or helen it was as

lovely as a thunderhead-- astoni-
ed like a man of olden times, the
ancient of dreams dispersing dust
to choke the lies out of lungs we
long abused, and that itself is a

lie of the utmost, because we are
not guilty of giving ourselves o-
ver to centuriocracy, o believer:
yea, allow your wavering faith to
soak into your bones & shredding;

hope is a generation, the albumen
of a little child's moistened eye
that looks for a hand and receiv-
ing a scorpion rather involves us
forever with the deplorable word:

i will not abide an evil for sake
of the good, and waterfalling god
through my heart will not stone..
how to perform that which is good
i find not, and beyond all this i

have to remain human! no excuses,
distortion and delay and phrasing
and visual plays that move us for
a while and which we do not forge
or forget we'll school ourselves.