carnival/tobit.

saharan arctic circus reflecting:
let my people go, and spires--all
around ringing--inflect with juv-
enilia and sympathetic lists.. an
olden & half-remembered mythology

that's wait more like folklore or
kept to oneself revolves emitting
blanketing reports that shuddered
to think of the silver service: o
taleteller sit simple in the mid-

dle of the earth, which is parod-
ically paradoxical and can't have
been shamed with the fist-crushed
glass and all of our potent stems
and seeds, scattered, like babel;

relentless kisser slighting above
the dark settlement that twisting
substrate that penny on the pound
rebuffed once too often, which is
to say that offering can lead you

to rebuke-- i've got matter in my
eyes, dandelo il miglior fabbro &
crystalline sugars whitened teeth
like judaist milk, i need a world
full of law: perfect, permanent &

immaterial! as easy as can be too
lifted language who can see who's
got matter in my eyes? anyway the
smoke is fragrant and symbolist &
a little while spent dreamt lara.

astonishing/henna.

elevator rotoscope belonging rare
indulgence, non-linear and equal-
ly anarrative: symbol speak sooth
shakings that rise from the north
and its interior rays, like olden

times i absolutely beg of you-- a
mark in the stitch and these com-
binations streak like undone dec-
adents moved through the linguist
declarative glow.. however it may

and cruel, april and intelligence
plattered with cyclic redundanci-
es and unintuitive plans: delight
became delirium, i can hold these
ideas in my energies, duplicated;

i'd rather think about high love,
nodded discretionary inspections:
seems the material walked head up
and chest out like we had nothing
to hide, but more often more rec-

ently seems nothing.. when i dine
at a restaurant, the "no sharing"
signs speak volumes, and do their
brilliantine fervor smack in fut-
ure like the pride of being water

or whatever it really is-- privi-
lege, content, foreign sign lang-
uage, i'm not necessarily americ-
an: not all the time! are you in-
dian, too? primarily challenging.

application/feedback.

bust pursing schism-and-the-lips,
pseudopolis yardie hidden teacher
and black electric dragon stymied
the silly, equatorial paper: news
moves you truly, luka, like these

megazines & glance over shoulder,
by god give me the injection! now
or better yet yesterday it's get-
ting perfectly angular or perhaps
cut and dried-- articles are bas-

ically cheating, if you've got at
least one face on your head, how-
ever perpetual the mirror bleeded
dissidence and utter premonition:
pianos equidistant from parallel;

and i skipped a beat! crime pays,
daughter of the exceptional union
and boxcars, candle-wished breaks
crumple like a folding hand, now,
i didn't exactly mean it like el-

iot, though i thought i could see
where he was coming from-- what's
more is enough to eat your brains
if you kept your receipt, and yes
it's that easy! anyway, what were

you getting at before you were so
rudely interrupted? i would never
answer questions, if i were you..
not if they're posed by a factory
or a small but insistent machine.

acousmatic/collage.

unprotection martyrous introspect
had began with a bark and a sign:
not making images, precisely, but
how to do things with words.. and
musculature sculpts, synergy open

on the altar and the alarms: say-
ing punking ardour and many mazzy
trees, like the floodgates opened
and together there three stand my
trinitarians & to be or not to be

crouchers, which--couched in vial
rhetoric--are scrambled like air-
waves & other inheritances due to
the offspring & progeny of dedic-
ation, musique concrète directed;

somewhere it's going to make sen-
sation resplendent in reflection,
alternate cymbal and snare pounds
that are always kept in the spare
till.. my face is spare, too also

square: divided against itself it
cannot but be derivative, however
immersion, composition, and inno-
cence are here, they are here-- a
walk in the sounds, pushes itself

bikewise and colours the textures
of a receiver-pattern, turn these
telephones off and don't mutilate
me: but on the other hand, please
remember & i am he as you are we.

conscious/fire.

giver and magnanimities are snow-
falling into the wind with no sun
and earthless behind stifled sus-
tainer that blends and strums-- i
take my head in my hands, and all

the while kate has got my soul in
some kind of imaginatively griev-
ing euphoria: yes, it's like that
now: buildings cracked through to
the underground or weeping sister

my bloodied ichor remnants purist
but iconic mirrors reverberations
of the name you never told anyone
and that rests gently sleeping in
every series that we both played;

every so often i stop and i'm un-
able to countenance the fair even
blush that teases the creek, hold
open such l'effrontée swollen and
pushing secretive legerdemain you

safe warning-shot woman.. of bold
and alternating metempsychoses of
redeemer shouted-out mount marble
and wit that the enchanter offers
pulling faces, laughing, "you can

sit in between the seas, and want
to bathe," and then i fall apart:
we've been busied with the fallow
ground meanwhile the fore is mag-
netically dolorous & appropriate.

maximum/hollow.

oh if there was nothing other the
girls cascading like the futurist
plan making me plain, plan making
me plain so adventurous the lang-
uors of angels' anatomy added: do

fill the palm with inordinate the
strictures of stressed syllables,
oh damn the purely holy love that
seethes the tea & skins the teeth
just so, just so, just so, leesa:

all i'd ever said & the only word
i've ever known is "love," finder
into flinders spooning the safest
snow that fills the house with an
obviously round-strung frequency;

you ask me, "have you turned this
corner, finally, my beast?" and i
look at you with the nineties and
nothing else are you really myst-
erious or are you sincere, hoping

to be taken in hand? no fuck that
actually taken in hand, unitalic-
ised letters that spell the ever-
lasting honour that rose from her
throat quiet as you please but an

atomical sunburst that appellati-
on which turned on, tuned in, and
dropped out before such thought'd
been thought before: given it's a
prism i expect you to blow glass.

surreal/revisionist.

money for nothing money for truth
windscreen shattering like a lean
into the obsolete planck-- busied
with obscene power & wealth, hats
off to the black iron prison sun-

flowers notwithstanding & rattled
snaking impetus that understands,
offering me visions of colour un-
derstated and also purely maximum
connecting system.. bloody my eye

and boxes stacked up the stairs a
look that falls astray with stars
whirling mirroring & broadcasters
reposing within the palm of hands
o lord you've been so good to us;

activities in the doors & monitor
militant with the secure proposal
of professorship--and angelhood--
however it feels to regress simp-
le, supple, and sublime such that

the world will wait-- shell-shock
vibration skins the apple like my
fairest witch and all around this
sentence there are punctuations..
also space is goal-oriented, tak-

en to task the recalcitrant brick
that was thrown at your face, but
is it any wonder? and did we ever
back down? if i fall, you help me
up, and i just sit in the corner.