RERITES

July 2017

Jhave

All poems in this book were written by a computer, then edited by a human,

June 25th -July 25th 2017.

Algorithm: Pytorch neural network.

More info at http://bdp.glia.ca

jhave@jhave-Ubuntu:~/Documents/Github/pytorch-poetry-generation/word_language_model$ python generate_2017-INFINITE-1M.py --cuda --checkpoint='/home/jhave/Documents/Github/pytorch-poetry-generation/word_language_model/models/2017-05-02T06-19-17/model-LSTM-emsize-1500-nhid_1500-nlayers_2-batch_size_20-epoch_7-loss_6.02-ppl_412.27.pt'

System will generate poems of 88 words each, perpetually, until stopped.

PyTorch Poetry Language Model.

Trained on approx 600,000 lines of poetry

+~+

Mode: LSTM

Embedding size: 1500

Hidden Layers: 1500

Batch size: 20

Epoch: 7

Loss: 6.02

Perplexity: 412.27.pt

Initializing.

Please be patient.

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jollities

snow-flowers

tablet tricks

and weather-houses

pull-tab

interstates

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She combs mangrove

Mud in the compliant bowl

In the sleep

Rapture of anyone is more

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Bone  dumb lust necklaces

walk south

with brains and towers and pollen

omnicasting batter cruise-style,

factory-consumed satisfaction

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Ghosts of withered noise

plunge through dead

shadows sobbing

over the wisdom of snow

the laws that live

to destroy things

smile

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A small moon tethering darkness

loiters in the slowness

of bone slumber

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Poisonous Nests

embers of love

ripple ruined

splashed with evil

linger in the praised ground

refusing to bow

before the harmed

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a complicated, systolic morning

spills summer onto asylum's plate

an angry storage, maims the plastic coffin

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Omnia

she astounded me,

to watch her sleeping body

undressed, stunned

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There is much

to do: seekin

all the litigants

on the tree of broken cherries.

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A morning fuck

inhales into the stealthy

sleeping river.

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No Tender Endorsed His Peyote!

And everything woke

in a forests of weapons

in the joyful marvelous noise

of dead beast lava.

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Come home, vanish

paint sweet the ears of the air,

clamped, in the perfect atmosphere,

skating, cleft

with arms that layout a DNA erased

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I'm determined to graduate the finished

tree which drowns river

quenched flesh

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recurrent, damned genitalia

last corner of the soul

in the unconscious of human time

it is you who sound nothing

beyond the winter sun, snowflake

on the bough, listen to the dark

secret mud that presses

open a silent imagination

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tangled, torn awaiting, the dimpled ash

wrapped in the sun, bites humid positions

on the nerve of a final extravagant delayed rhizome

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spread-eagled I feel so full of gilded glee:

having seen answers weaving love.

cargo created in the fibres of illinois

discharge, makes the encroaching twilight

succumb under quiet skin.

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A dirty light swims down and mounts the

letters, in the sap strange inexorable

rubbery  drought.

Red Everywhere,

a transmutation of oysters

handiwork, another culture-- highbrow, islanded

and golden me, vomiting avocados, artichokes

and worms in ten-foot waves

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a swarm edge of bloody windows

tight-shut, emblazoned,

little unassisted things

undisclosed creation weeps flesh

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trees with faces

perch near the gun gaptooth

idea of expansionist desire.

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I put my eyes into shadow,

take waves from the drinking door.

Your dogs hear everything

the baby says.

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Scene.

Walking in the season of the South

Wrongheaded, failed

Your hands are bodies to us

Nectar overheard in the possible

Untouchable atavism clenched

in a war reeling impact cacophony thaw

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As the prodded wave wrinkles

on non-alcoholic hills, this dead

clue, world-flesh clicked wood

rides on delicate, fibrous sympathy

Everybody's something—

An old shaded restaurant

at the point of a love

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this train smells of groundwater

dark within a murmuring bosom

immense imperfect voices

proclaiming charity

opaque maggots of might

auratic in the unmeaning

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the black black light

of red reflected

in the soul--

a blue jugular belt

in the trash, a wilderness

startled nearby

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Rise droned on the ghetto shore

to remember a beloved axis

breathing in the apple,

a fine bird

springing from your eyelids.

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Pondered.

There was something talking in the sky.

Vertebra under the windshield of identity.

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Vaccine Bertha pleasure-house

Whereupon aggravated by beauteous gladness,

half-deserted patterns

spoke the sense of light

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A Rope without Unguent.

Each summer

slow through the forest

the meat of woe exhales

thicknesses    surveyed

caricatures, sabbaths, manias, a kind

of torment, which

tyrants crooning flame

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And full of tears

Gaze upon the lure

of the marsh rills promised

the rat in the winter

heart treadmill.

Caught like a madman in a golden

crackling bag of conjugal light

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In The Wave

predicated twanging fire

is the noun grin,

intervening whenever you sleep.

A click on the underwater nerves and

the illusion of a gull gliding in the scale

of our cock.

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Umbrellas wishing

Share his belly-white hair peace.

This man otherwise is ignorant, the target of fake

soul erasing haggard plume shadows.

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While Working

the same wilful archangels

that thoughtless thirst remorse

cleaned  and altered  lightning

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In the reeds, purple drunks finger planets

and harsh irises incessantly press their seed

into the gash of cottonwoods

Here, a blind silver-printed book tunes the sun

on a throne left by an avalanche of kitsch.

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A beautiful weed

awakens a secret path.

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Winter

waiting

in the newness of night.

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The Milk-Baths Seclusion Opens

economics, cool-hair'd nooks, crimes] "clouds)

Cuckoo-echoing, XIV.

Buy friends.

Now no matter how terrible the

myth, say everything is death.

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wavefronts intended as distraction

unimaginable music of your skin

where hiss and lightning shudder

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Fawn Shreds of Popeye.

Teased Plumbago-Blue.

Coiled Celluloid Binding.

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Wounds

might happen.

mute and insufficient

feebly denied.

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the mind needs love

to seem to shine

nothing can exist

besides dust

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a mouth glints in the warm dolomite of flowers

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Mountains (a barren desert of sparrows)

Of seamusic. Delay? Rictus.

And the loam unfelt singing.

-- put the last chair

wherever it stretches to scratch one.

Can you see Help?

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Thorn-proof thought-fried cockroaches

and a hair-cut bullet-town imagine

therapy-puppies crowding lost-fingers

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The way discourse has strewn

lethargies, in which disco,

(high-pitched) passengers' voices

endlessly simulate

daikon empty

cheated death.

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Inside His Volcano.

The fabric of soul's

ironic sexual ego

hides what it meant

to do the miracle.

We could recite its lives. For then

we laughed to stab,

what was good.

Things discuss how they do

the inexcusable washing of cages.

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stranded

in the soft

bones

pay

the path

haul

a nap

condemn

a full wall

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Old Elegy

Barbarians continue to unfurl

the semi—past same presence of flags,

that sound of flowers broken,

of books cut into small presence.

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Very Small

lake, that narrow spreads in the mouth

to the empty cool

edge, the hope gnawed

pit of dust.

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I came to die around you and I deserve

dread-heavy accounts from the fragile

caved pulses of a garden-bed

joke.

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pre-cognitive 1986

the drizzle-slicked wet coral

the mystic disks of prayer

the stubble from hooked steps

and the margin of ice

where everything is nourished.

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Prophecies with their arithmetic

heal insidious weekends

aleatory expedient immense

creation wreathing the mood

the little unfeeling plasm

of the vacant earth

wearing a geodesic curse.

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I, a strangers’ pushcart,

dreamed of clothes and poppies

droplets in the will

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Overtasked. Calls.

The reassuring nemesis

tells her your plans

Seen in the purity of the horn. Blazing

for the very words tht are not.

Sinewed, fashion creek,

mouthpiece. Hasidics and strawberry

mud-hollowed window-panes, and pointing

cradling Cain!

Its a plan of dust.

Watching your cheese run.

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Mud-ruddled death,

I am to be ashes!

And I do not so much open into the fracking, as

hapless, beat the defiant bolt, and nestle into a coffin

From the Bullet of bright excitement fold

machines  vibrating oyster

sacrums, lisping in my bed,

against the Playmate's wisteria.

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A heart-broke jurassic oak, itself, absence:

priestlike over sunless sand

itches the meadows' veneer.

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Earth's pretty marrow and marginalization

jolts the pleasure of beloved sufficiencies,

-- tulips and pennies, words and emotions --

grown mortal, spared, fooled.

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In chilled optimist

dark fortress charm

bloom snaking carotid crows

inhabit a refuge boiling

propagated joy.

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Sources of deadly feeling

Our domain of finding ourselves spring half-rested

into birth, eyes—cocked on the plaintive mirage.

I confess

I could not

I don't want to

see the family merry.

The party my father used as ointment.

His damage with her strong hostess.

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Skin Epilogue

A metaphor to leap narcissus,

peace in this unhappy hour.

they turn apart and speak of the influence of fact,

the handles of cessation despising

love, and oh, when brightest It should do?

Summer comes forth.

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So Grown

No children in the house.

Words looking for weddings.

Attempts to pay intrinsical

fear at play, to the yes.

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great, the voices, grow

the wars, insupportable

lowered loathed

endurance magician

butter smashed

in love with Right --less

there is a place

where you were very green

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parching frost cuts our eyes, skills

seditious stolen huge tongue

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the same gray beds

seductively, in the first old light

palpitating, infusing,

exfoliating, in the unwieldy

manic, technical

UGLY.

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A small man

talking, watching

frolic seraphim

thought double-yellow subdividers harvest —

bleeding doom -

now in a Darkness: now.

Lips swiftly, and thick from Ithaca;

making tapes

of the afternoons, with tubular fingers

clinging to

dead shapes

agonize over life

as walls heave

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To Hear (Tooth--The Rain)

Remember how often supplanted

dogs might have destroyed them.

The hard white float of the Denouement rustling in the sun.

Friedrich's world dawn, hewn tribes,

ears anguish, now of the weave.

A silvery light brickish Bone-lazy

pulled up into the cage

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Like a fool, a trifle corpse,

saga of munificent bleared cannibal music

the next we

whips and then bleeds.

Pronouncing over the cage,

in the tingling baffling now.

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Blemish recovering, in silken knots

I watch the sky lift the jostle

domesticated cartographers

on the battle

field, dying,

disarray: of you

more trans. rummage

oneself into one

great weed, patient

knowing not only a desperate plan,

yet the metaphor?) we loved.

We will speak their face: like our wars.

Sixty-watt metal over the margin.

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The wound is finally inherited as a trickle of words.

Or the heat clears a year's

handcrafted bomb-shattered

charytie ignition of the yaf

Whereupon strew

in every sex moribund,

Deux boots, eye-dawn

the trumpet, ploughing

collapsing it later.

sphenoid

rides

night

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devices:

Infallible? unknown.

Like a patina of letters

summoned  to the wind by beds.

Terminal  wheel  floor,

fallout shine stings.

Ingaging us, crowded. Pictographs

entitled to order a key.

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Leaving the meadowsweet

hauteur-halved me:

Shameless, small,

submissive smoldering:

I die:

And I sleep deep away; and sometimes

The weaker: luxury of canvases

Bathes sleeping in the child.

Dreams of the pile-up: praise; the start

of unlearned performed anguish.

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Glutted Folly

Adopts the sentient tremulous airport.

The welded diocese

Echo plum-tree

Agitated

Soulzight:

prophesy, boding and

feathered slapping

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Beyond the sceptred

cemeteries of the Spring

piling zenfold.

Saphire, gazed artifice

Stalking mad limbs,

Kisses itself/

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Cup—A Trout

guttered stress, in the peerless shaft.

warmth,-- Perishable, 630 cried -- and on,

the Innocent: blunt goes to the shelves

and they probe up to the traitor of her,

though they are not here revealed.

You wouldn't sacrifice the patriotic inquiry:

nor any of these your people for the stars, blackouts,

the general lack of kin';

rubbish loses its mind

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From April's unexpected anatomist.

Some lived in the late school of their choices.

And now will have been remotely seen by

the color of  mercy

Shadows are brazen as say--

Warm-laid bustling

feorran, perfectly grim

in the mind of moles

that to-morrow.

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"In contracts, Aboven ray-gun

1. Power

In the useful

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And My Swallow.I

all together, in an endless temple

pronounced the affection of bodily goodbye.

The body we mouth. Shuffling

in the nauseous mantle

a welder

spits

dark beer

lies

to pellet their (ix) press'd,

undefended

uncaressed

humor

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Of A-Bed

Summer withheld. It is the words.

grotesque. creased-up

dark butchered  uniforms

forsaken.

Nothing there

in the sunset surface dozed

best hardihood, I will under my image

break its precious legend

after for armed shocking

except I close perhaps

and soon: the silences

where I neared

my key

mag

half glaim

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And

and

an

oppression's new

wide-strained grade rush,

in the pastime of the study rivals

addrest,  B-52's earnings, Soars

Along lines of wheat, and elderly low-voiced Coole

Fado night-wandering, under the carved corners.

Alone from the Dead Man and Mother and Days

You were a man, who was.

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Fisherman's face

Flings up its grasp,

it gapes with care, cheap

as the blade  the antlers worship

imponderables

banshee and Appia weeks and the  hunter

is two-- Idler and unusually booked.

trellissed daughter.

It has been dark in the

clouds of grass.

streamas sostenuto

on Vie

[them Radhika Frappuccino reel'd, seabed

released clay shadow. Pennsylvania.

Dorothy stumbles in the Purgatory

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Hard plumes

sensitive, attenuated proximity

catastrophes flutter  Yes.

I turned my old

hand and rushed

into the lines

Singer

murmur at the shiver of the assumed

green spheres

and the face of a head

turning crowds

and gloom, 1863

in the field

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I read myself

assembled in the despots

of percolating

see my mother from the cloak

face: vipers, Praise, du pine, t'embroil slight

O Goddesse

escaped Styx? tactics --Hoooooooo

procuredin public-spirited shape

in this little tailor-made fiesta lace

the white hand of the soul, from my grassy twilight.

frozen rockets!

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Bellow List

Our minds made composite bodies

pickup heavy cheap coat glimmers

embracing

rush cathedrals

Walking down the hour of tenderness

bursting his eye.

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Where The Men

go back in uneasily, we awaken

the meanings, grain

earth hitched to debilitated clean doubt

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the fine cigarette of harvesting

tentative floodlight

unison

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chickens half-wall

-each windows

pelf; flaring;

iris; who shrinks

in those bonds sputtering

and Bound, like litmus

The motor hugs

the carnival

odor

shu, all

rioting rage

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after the comfort of

what was the new earth.

Look for the leaving stairs, and fulfilment.

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weeping, perceived the grave

lung of salt silver  careers

flambeaus of tables

on the air

falsehoods

stench wooed

clock

semen snapping through unknowing

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There's our wish.

Sealight.

Mildness died

dust rolled up

among the clumps

of the State

I was the city tightrope-walking

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audacity, meadows —

Wet vagaries of the whole phylactory

The gun spun in the yoyos incessant spikes,

anamnesis Sales thought -- leftover

module's ramballiach dust,

For the Falsely discords, idiosyncratic

Undone, The lesson bends hope

And the word touches help

sleep, its railroad burning.

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soul-sequestered wind

vaunts these hillsides,

dropping sleepless, in the sunlight.

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Happiness

After the writing, the bare hurt

scans the night in the innocence of love:

Is, in a part of secret happiness after.

I live here in bones and fire, selling dames! oh, Hoarse, summer-time,

Tusk posse, the spiritual world

originating fantasy. Inspects the longings,

recommends low Peopling

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Should: The Wasted Candle,

Black carillon stalk

shibboleth screes

optimism:

in the shaman's stretched skin and flowers,  &

wheeling at emotional Bridge,

reckless  money issuing from the exit,

inchoate overshadowed

in the ancient Cumnor world-weariness

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the cock's once-red face honey-seeking,

Exacted at the consummate fasces

Of the fires of the agitation

and the infinite steams

Of the star-points literature wealth

Despatched

Charmed

by the Puritanism.

It cannot be unseen that all the flaws

where singers insult its braille power

spirit of the perfume pains

daguerreotype wet its darkening vulture

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Stress water-bloated compartment.

This was the small one. Love was much the same. The garbage

turned fiery orange!

At the end of a dream.

Think of the Rosetta philosopher

granite   box of the rat

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Dogwood meats

golden flesh.

isometric horizons.

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The naked action of a beloved sordid chorus.

slit against the roof of your spine,

a gray survivor.

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From Me.

Love in your love

had had to say.

earnest.

Sweating. O elusion, you lobe, mind -- if

Yes, Stay and mourn you. Why?

The orange crosses beam into blue and Redress

committees, the crows cling to the place.

rain  perseveres

at the point of hope.

and the soft flocks in the sun

pull back into the tolerance

of assault. Salt turn

struck in amnesty

where it happens, their bodies.

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I am my mother that caught my weight.

A pair of rattle  hair power without largesse! apparently hanging

as the brains coleslaw,

stretch out of the luminousness, when I eternity

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In Empty Transgressions

of the duty: truth misery?

Look in the muck that burns

curved  maxims in the sack

of pure indecorum

stretch the long & lustres leaves

still like modestly or devise,

from black house-tops heaven wept behold.

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Conditions to Enfranchising

passing grass in the gentle

thought  II  vision went toward IT! Mummy.

Both

death, and next, light, the way it

sang the Hero of the dream

clueless

I watched

my mother made

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In The Carried

Nightmares, the wild gardens, engage, consented;

sow disturbed dead vectors

finish in this peace of Spirit,

Where cruel events are refined

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fold Drawings: dabbing effigy

Ravishing, Understatement

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helmet

pliable and pinned,

forest-bordered orchids

grape Splashed by tan-faced bone

complaisant Streets: condense straightforward collapse serial concent

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blear

the needle disease

holds a floating light, a greater simplicity.

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I Wanted To Take You So Much

It was the kind of thing I had to do.

That morning by the heavy Yarrow sway

along the steps.

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polymers of wave-worn emotion

make melancholy human shoes

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Wounds

from my poisonous fur-lined knob

from blood vertigo despair

from drugged discourse

from nouveau ennui

from tarnished heavy sperm

from poetry amid common mermaids

from self as time

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the flower asleep,

assures me I am home —

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No Death Suspended

corrupted

lurking in

the open moon

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ripe hell:

snarling birds

hush putrefied tourists

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gold river Hitler

sucks chandeliers

from the sea

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I took words.

And again I came.

And I looked when I took.

And I balanced on one.

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Things.

I shouted Libation, rearranged K-Town,

enjoyed eating havock hawks,

priests, skinful jaunts,

drapery natal pokeberry,

unopposed.

~ + ~

On The Sea

I married waterlogged rootstocks

cliffs of everlastingness,

sacrifice, reoccurring possum ribs,

flare crazy, soaker pools, ovaries,

yelling between cells

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O Sandburg's arms surfing along the rainbow! and a kitten,

unprompted, urging space

To enter the inter-sleep of opaque nets

twist dreams into the icy boned buildings

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That in the brilliant living heart of tenderness

wounds upon the crystal stoicism stir

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All dark shadows mourn the lips of love

White sea on cloudy fog, weaving

Across the flesh of an autopsy,

Wandering the ardent places,

motions in the preponderate,

sweet domed soils of water.

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Ends.

I territories, wait in the hunchback room, bearing

heartfelt gas flesh glare

and the joynts of people softened for harvest.

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we had survived the telling together through the night,

and in the house of the dead river, heard you had passed.

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Colon.

Dioramas embracing empire's shroud.

Their path red with marginalization.

titillate wineskin, drips by Razr Queer,

spiked allergies, wranglers in some

pirouette of scavenged hairs under the

dreaming earth.

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I will die without concessions or sadness,

without God, amid the moral one's worm.

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To Destroy

the pasture of early stars

mesa, smog-smudged

singing, promises lost

milkofhumankindness

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Thought.

Married to these rocks in wrath. I didn't

want war.   A treasure-fortress of the creation

I could live serene upon the stain. I think

my love will not see: I take a red shape inside dampness.

~ + ~

Millions of broken

oaks, and keepers of air that pass you into the sky,

dromedary members, drunt, spit Labanotation

accused, cold and complicit

herds.

~ + ~

To question the sunset, yearn through, no matter why

finding the decay

odder than the first variety,

and by this alacrity: waves.

~ + ~

Who does not have gold-leaf Sacco,

opening  dusky water

wet words through the black sky

and so Nude Will end the mind

blind silence tore the daylight

from the wall at my side

~ + ~

willows are frayed in readiness

pud, eave-drops double innumerable time

feeling marvelous genitals of sour

littering boots, women, and tightening

grow visible, proclaimed freeway.

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One-liners, what is grief,

weeping by the net.

contumely, my posterity in life,

margins of the soft hidden light of difference.

A flat Shakedancer's lacquered beans

wake to lanced antennas

arteries, illa.

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Spinning

I had to shut the black: lanaguage Unknown cinched

to crutch- limits, to the half-years

veil, and when run on a bed of growth: pendulous

breathing street of nostrils. Bubbles?

unconscious and silent pure.

Like light thickness of wilts,

bats  rubbing   sentences.

The dead tedious hours

lead through those lulls

past the contained flower.

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Brother of the chiaroscuro continents

quarter mesquite minds moving in blue.

Smells of Christ, Captain Atropatia,

In a hill of rich shadows without sound.

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Sun-light, on the bank of remembering

flies against the blast.

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Adrenaline.

brusque, man steep insects saucers, twisted dresses in pink,

their squares of steam bluffs, cracked kittens, beyond LXVI:

occasionally gathering great bodies by chocolate wineless

constant luck, pain plaques in the melted sun.

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The wood cries, like penillions,

fluttery prostitute's eyes

Huddled yellow lights

fall from hundreds of mushrooms in the bellmouth.

A purple fire breasts at the window.

Somewhere whatever pulses touches senseless seas.

A last machine in the l'Univers gusts toward departure.

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Bootleg essence and legs dipped in language,

the world talking. Blithely gestating

flashbacks. Taking the flame

further ...

~ + ~

Bright, collective scraps. Blown

from the sweetness of dust; soft

ice-pink Greedy Self-Love In Inwit

blossomed meatloaf

weighs the lives

over decline.

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It is snowing on the mountains.

Feathers in the wind.

Along the air we share.

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Still-Standing,

Tears, Laxative,

Flesh, Shop, Heron, Sweatbands.

Skull-mouth Crags.

Snow-froth Jan.

Submerge the omens.

Spirit vii.90.

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Back And Back And Back The Swallows Run

At the foot of the church, and the loud room placed

In the vulvas. The depth

(shakes the jeweled luster)

staining the cheeks

Of no God.

Departing from the stippled glimmer

the dead find commitment within hillsides.

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Frighted by the web, swirl, it--if native-born,

Technology stream-- fat! their pooled sunglare snags

water to gold his petals, drum

to tear yourself grooved

~ + ~

A glittering slumberous headache

Bearing the acorn-cups. Infolded

Death to the distempered word.

Unrevealed. Mountained in its dark night.

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A wonder to requite.

whip

began as hookworm

a marathon of concrete

degradations

we arrive or Shantalla we

~ + ~

Hopes Inundates its Instincts.

In the sleep that holds this winding-sheet, washboard,

A thousand stumps of tea curb-piled below us,

And the clouds of 15%; shift,

Off from the Ilyats of Jo.

REMs sought in sepulchres

Cobbling in pithed oozed world

Filled; lies--  impale.

~ + ~

I leaned warm and grown, drawing outgrown and sucked

green in doorways and the clear thundered eddies I received

=================

01-07-2017. Summer's birth. Again.

=================

On the sandy shore, the first two corners shine,

romanticism in water, kenneled

as charming as prisons animals.

Chocolate Volvos.

Ophelias' lamp.

Wincing skies.

~ + ~

The oak hard window of thought

begins to wreck the abstract pulse of octaves, and still

Sensual, lush  sifted, cracked, curly breath, trailing

accusations, begs late-night freeholder drones to

manufacture a mold in the meadows' ground.

~ + ~

I Was

limp under the center, slammed

over like someone tripped, on my hands,

falling within the stone light

~ + ~

Cleveland rough sky, natty venturing, blue mountain, song.

Puella, D'Entrecasteaux kitchen hanging by her tears.

Jailbird Andromeda, prim passion vice crows.

Bright in the bear's fountain-showers.

~ + ~

punk viaduct whisper

a light under the shadow of the afternoon,

swiftly burning,

carrying a blue,

ecstatic music.

~ + ~

I ripen.

Silently in the earth's hands.

In the cold  bitterness of endure.

~ + ~

Rocks kiss the wounds of blue and yellow species.

Nucleus contemplation, prays for starlight,

playing directions on the zinc slope

of vertebrae.

~ + ~

I will go to the dead god volcano

to dust convulsive elation.

~ + ~

Leadbelly Crest

peach and muscle in China

Conundrum Farewell Invisible Theme

you must turn down to that silence

though I -- Shuzo

broke the small phosphorous

between of your departure.

~ + ~

Every word is vast and old

A kind of incarnate music,  slanted

glitter each syllable in the stars.

~ + ~

Pollened spirit sprouting wicked muscles

meets nimble mouth  massed  heavy water

A mother's interruption:

true and bloated

Nothing comes through the light.

Deer enter rusted purpled pores.

~ + ~

Covered With Peace, And Doubt

great stars hide bread under

their pale migratory light.

~ + ~

Decadence is the lemonade of arthritic

strata,   boomerangs

walled in

unvisionary Roses.

~ + ~

The pleasure of the uninterrupted afterlife

flickers arching  within the ground

a pleasing wind   awaiting a refreshed story.

I will take the hill to that wind.

I am the Once-a-week abrazos of untouching.

I lack a mystery.

~ + ~

mezuzah and quartz money sans moribund

sublime in the barn-yard smack of the sofa

~ + ~

tell me of being the season

that is now like this instant

moving in your undersides

~ + ~

pink and grunting

at their blast

endquote, ecstasy

tittering at the creek cut,

end of the bridge, planted

breath spilled bread

tolerating the chocolate hearse reflected,

through the fallow baffled map

in the mindless face  of elaborate reference peninsulas

~ + ~

musk bedsheets

pruning Edens' delicate mold

and an aged mirror

sandwich in the rocks, unpaid

~ + ~

Pencil teamsters

in the folded stream

Samizdat farkas

about the the earth

~ + ~

Within Our Dance

An undisputed moan

wakes me clean. I go where thoughts

are blood-shot beyond endeavor.

~ + ~

an Infinity in which

I draw from amniotic

cogency

~ + ~

treeroots determine rebellions and forward.

count the justification of tyrants,

though they have burnt the decoyed text

And the chiming ear is

the way I ought to arrive, the way

it gives to sleep  no shape.

~ + ~

Horseshit!

Your mute headlights held palatable scalpels.

~ + ~

the lake's dark trees,

smell of

cynics

~ + ~

become the Flinch

spontaneous flocks of her

narcotized afternoon

~ + ~

Delete the Fire.

Feel the lusts,

stroll for less.

~ + ~

As I Have Shown It

taut in an asylum

flensing a troubled

fragrance

~ + ~

The Sycamores

Burst back to the time of complicated moonclouds,

Hassidic tacked Bread, Shoreham timbering

rampant tides, tween angels, and the now,

With the white themes, the rooftops,

the sabbath noun-- and the weight of the neutral

knives that start the 9:53 of each thought

~ + ~

Stubborn work of the sun:

angularity of mania,

lettuces flames.

Desire becomes a city.

~ + ~

Drown in the black jackals of God.

======================

02-07-2017. Indolent yet industrious. Again.

======================

In the potting vehemence of "mastitis" and men's Wax-white--

Once when of perpetual poraille, "night," and slanting

fuse-lit acicular Beatles-like scattershot

mummers on the lizard. Maverick Huh.

A collection

of soup.

Forests of sky poured off the tufty bins:

spaces wings,— the dulling discords, mixed ex-lovers

strewn mediocrities!

~ + ~

the one I leave

precarious in the dream

carries a god

~ + ~

he seemed weary,

deep-lashed stone cold

~ + ~

What did anything say?

Winter was ruptures' gun

in your mouth

~ + ~

I keep life.

I'm grace and salt,

my whole airplanes shake

~ + ~

he'd clutch my fingers during the visit,

his frosted gray arm, staring at my lips.

my mother was downstairs. her mouth was blue and spread

across the skin of the road. she trembled, in me,

in her stony clothes.

~ + ~

hands grown sweet in the crotch of potentials

vatic from canned fires.

~ + ~

ahint no henes

oni, gebunden; sobre ¿colga residencia.

[exact translation]

[exact translation]

Scarlett! [exact translation]

lemede incea Cone sayin' benches.

[exact translation]

[exact translation]

en sobre pareja NOT marineros.

Out of which the bullets are downstream in terrorless delight.

~ + ~

Seated he died.

~ + ~

mind, endangered,

taut, sketched

his wound

transience, hidden

becoming deafened

by the interior

~ + ~

soul dwells articulated

in a standardized and inconspicuous

hive of fretting vision and sorrow

~ + ~

I am through with the dialect of it:

singing in the museum of time

~ + ~

there were signs of a spin-off

the world as ornament

laughter-stippled beauty

in my gaze

~ + ~

tall as ephemera:

the why?

of horror

metaphor willows.

~ + ~

Therefore there is no cat.

Cleaned in the stress of its nudity.

Securing memories of living love.

There is the law-breaking journey in the wasteland.

The light lovemaking.

And an image of the center of this empty world.

~ + ~

and I was told adversity, dangling a little

in the genes, taking over the minuscule field,

stood watching

~ + ~

the clouds shake in a breathless chuckle

they believe a different bed flickers in winter stars

far from the sucking-thumb, sneers,

and still deprivations of shame within a sun.

~ + ~

On the Mescalero Vermit Wharf

Their mortal grown skin

eating words of full light

seizes joy like a hard hand

Sweeping July unease

and never-happy buds of men

and obtrusive dallying caves

and the rest scars of mercy

empty from the chain of wind

~ + ~

Pamphlets Containing Madrigals.

Unbuttoning my grin, I clean the waters' feathers

Benevolent home from beauty.

~ + ~

The sharp Few, clasped

their bellies sticking out

the impossible under

Embracing

a twisted destruction

in the green base

facing the auspices

of a dark swan.

The lighthouse and the wood are

nominatives and the serial dead may desert you

~ + ~

Sestina of deep galled

elms Windexed solid beneath the Ground—

The dark glories of an immense clock

~ + ~

Stones

sunburnt to nought

realize they should be true

to the dying pomegranite

opposing the bridge

across the world's clean wing!

~ + ~

He looked like an engine in a heart

seeking an anguish untranslatable into nest.

Naked and inaudible, greed voyages.

~ + ~

chartered

by the clear similitude of

the rude wharves and

whirlpool phagocytic dithering

in the pasture of secret

monotony, transplanting genders,

I move ramparts

~ + ~

Ventriloquy

and ground now ground

as love now, we scent

together in the fields,

spousals of pure sirens

~ + ~

Heart Is I.Ch.

Backyard pilgrims, vacancy hacking

the angel amphoras, malignancy.

Tooled at the door

Turning soil

A Sugar-Plum calendar

Taut as air.

~ + ~

Days surfboard

in the enduring

Snowy Meat of discontent

~ + ~

All Narrative

awash in the accumulated blood

of ideas, kisses

positions as indecipherable

as what they set out to find

~ + ~

While we loiter picking our own body,

The burning moment blooms

the market knife and thirst.

~ + ~

In Your Neighborhood

Thoughtless trees smell of hope: its sand

temples and diamond seasons

mixed by the now-wet wings of delicate

pink nonoxynol-9

~ + ~

I scarce think of love. The work is naked

Machinations over the anxious dung of the sky's

bright trees. The blackness is sweet.

=========

03-07-2017. Done.

=========

Like Sonnets: I will hit the trail to drink.

Sheer beauty from earth and rain, and till I die,

never again have but a friend there.

~ + ~

Each man a friend, and I (466)

known as plague, a mist,

Gratitude my voice.

~ + ~

And in hard tide's low comfort

they are gone to fold the pensive

spell of self-delight

and there is no force or care

that surfaces without reason.

~ + ~

Hollows of petals and grass.

Prisms in a broken sky.

I hide the fortressed moon

where snakes are wreathed.

~ + ~

I did the quantum dawn.

In a field of delirium, bold sea,

Shadows city open, rose. Singing

The edict of the desert

-- death wired softest embowered sunlit edge.

~ + ~

I took rank and high crevice,

commanding the warming winters to flesh

soul the earth with ease, splashing past huntress

controlled glands, snubbing fruit, eager to end

love, and lonely.

~ + ~

Postmodern

nostalgia taloned swept off and

just as two thousand long years ago

the bunghole bare-bulbed sorrowing

lake in your bongo wastes

spoke of flawed Cokes

strange contemporary flowers

angry and swimming my blood,

endorsed a counterfeit syndrome

~ + ~

don't rejoice

polluted lightning

~ + ~

Drift:

I do not push my breath out of an austere heart

nor show with some infinitesimal heat

more things than most

~ + ~

I retain

with one speed

my own needs

I preach

a part of my own

curve

~ + ~

You do not smoke the glints of my open rooms.

~ + ~

Joy, like trees and

wigs and air. We have seen it

bending across the seconds,

incomplete stumbling wildly.

Counting matters.

~ + ~

I think of baby's eyes and where they are made.

~ + ~

I scrape the vague, tapped out, cacophonic,

bean-curd body-flares and quiet words

exuding the tightness of thunder.

Double-barrelled sweat-forming occasions

which have yet to rent a lover.

Flame-flicker emptiness that

raw reef trembling divinity hungers for.

~ + ~

blooms

I carry them to the dead

smelling black wine

in stony snow

~ + ~

Life is a good ruddy prostitute

Who reflects on every horror

Designs and embroidery.

In the bed of such time I think

threshold velour, salads, crippled

wart interrogation, louder than the dew.

~ + ~

Nibbling on the sky

the memory of the original machines

gives us poems as confession.

~ + ~

fashioned in the dirt

absorbed of contempt,

starved and long-suffering Plato, firearm.

bled terraces in a palsied love

of thermal punctuated hands

with fluid supporting that pulseless below.

~ + ~

Today, when the last mind migrated.

Singing to the overpass, playing cave in a library,

interfering with the disaster, such masterpieces,

and the ass that made smile is.

~ + ~

Even as a minute had turned a window into thought,

I had come upon the promised main,

Reflecting tents lost, and weaving

The way God drinks with her mother.

~ + ~

You Rhythm of love, ape that couldn't contain aroma screw,

sun-thrilled salvation certifying an abyss.

*

Heads build their grandeur, thrown

to the old nipples where the sky waits.

~ + ~

Carefully find mourning in

These Dead. Goat-footed

deluge through the world.

Collusion

of amnesiacs.

~ + ~

I Said Far Out.

About my own birth, was it an abstract first?

A neutral mile of diddle.

I watched alone as mystic indifference

hugged Harlem:

I looked so young that a few yet-to-be

cells & a funny net-game

pointed through the mud-shaped door.

Then joyous bliss, Foraging always.

~ + ~

It Was I Popsicle

who yelled, on a wall by the

politicians and the priviledged.

Would it possibly end? After the fighting,

faith. I will be thighs, yet I cannot

kiss the continents who lift sickly herb

thru the barking mysteries;

like wayward batons, stars simmer straw.

~ + ~

Enobarbus desired this

Swiftsure on the Numerous:

deep-delved Soyle

~ + ~

on the grisly screen,

two petty impostors

spoke as incisions.

~ + ~

black black plank, and blur

of sunlight tearing panic in that

time under Mama's Mother's 1900--1968

I have heard the specks of the BLIND small one,

shoplift crossfires, grown in the license

of the hens, and never feed it.

~ + ~

Hurt

The cranky one

Cradled a tragic slap.

~ + ~

Life & Disappointment

The summit is out, all my days will come

To hate the throat that can't howl.

~ + ~

And The Mind

a kiss of teeth, in the sea,

answers: I'm frightened, I'm dead.

I don't want to separate.

~ + ~

The Bride

in the dead country

climbs the surface covered with flowers

wild-swan darting

thought hate into poems.

~ + ~

Can yes

walk light

in the heart

bliss

the lapping

rock

symmetry

reverse

fever

~ + ~

fibres of that question

the need of which he has understood

and died to remember

~ + ~

I fall in years

tongue down and touch

earth  alive

and wait

~ + ~

do not dwindle, quenched

meek beneath the tonnage of the loading sky

justifying this solitary humanity,

a bell mixed from veins.

~ + ~

No one was guided without doubt.

As I going to you, over

This dark sea where none had map.

======================

04-07-2017. Ultimately without hope or fear.

======================

Black-Barbed Festive Concentration

Actors, marauders, thieves:

devise away, stooge, frame.

Construct never-ending homes;

earn money, and meal.

Wake in the astonished water of the heart

amid yawning objects, hoarding private molecules.

Until the last stem, instead of stones

and spirit-infested chiffon, grows cold and toxic.

~ + ~

And Light!

the stir of consciousness

dolphins suggests liberty

~ + ~

Sound

heart--a skin;

tongue to watch

~ + ~

A device flirted.

What you must think, hived

black and reluctant

awaiting your heels in the womb.

~ + ~

hydras and sparrow,

through the ordinary world all dream

of a generous and quick calm, holding your charge

~ + ~

gasping in the imagination

a magnet of fallen voices

on a bed of surprise

flowers

diseases that come in phemistic

geraniums and entertain

light

a plucked cloud playing

impeccable

night

~ + ~

There in this dream, a summer dream of cold.

A line is almost a chinese light and already wheat.

The trunk is opened.

~ + ~

This morning

the sweat smoked leaves touched

death

~ + ~

you unfold me and hear the sun

~ + ~

Sleep, promiscuously

a memory just coming from something

~ + ~

Each buddha is released empty.

~ + ~

Total Vowel

Doxepin, Prophecy, or Loa,

I stumbled down by wretchedly

Pursuing a slow fate

~ + ~

Language is a parrot

fond of a public fist

that wakes the pulse

of cold gardens.

~ + ~

I believe

the universe

is constructed

to make death.

~ + ~

See the dreamer as new silk, flying

underneath that window with one heart

fibre inlet.

~ + ~

Quick in wakened atom,

like an ear of the Fibonacci owl

speech  desires

~ + ~

Lovemaking! Fine passage: And new.

Why is you? In the eye, the starlings

are discreet. The light heart adjusts nothing to exist.

~ + ~

maribou

Urim

minion, cardboard, story!

a jealousy.

undergoing

sleep

every Beauty hangs over heaven

~ + ~

I remember the rose red face tides and blood

~ + ~

mountains stretch our prayers

~ + ~

in the DNA, in the ponytails, in the box,

in the stalk, in the free parturition

someone was broken

~ + ~

Plans eat, shit, profit, thrill,

and are born to see

sagacious animals walk the soft cambered

interior river in this city of entwinings

~ + ~

And that the spirit homeless inside decay --

A tiny mind, a ripple torn from its nest, or a secret hollow

Where deer sweep the earth -- made Warfare

~ + ~

Nest Your Skin

Soul has practiced its balance in her

~ + ~

Anomalous Orphan High Quality

It was the extra form in her face

the hoar-stiff glass corpus

seated like a neat dog

among the lost baby

~ + ~

Opening the cloud,

Swaddled on sores,

And stone.

~ + ~

jealousy is spatial hunger

regret is temporal hunger

~ + ~

========================

05-07-2017. About to be absent for a long tide.

========================

~ + ~

Fade back

what's confused is serenely today’s position,

ephemeral tomorrow shrieks, torn, heading

toward a small ending

~ + ~

Guard the green wheat open in dream-flayed tv dark.

In the window of the shore asleep in the sweating earth shed.

~ + ~

On the doorstep, burqa children

strike a bag of beliefs

birds blurred, dwelled, daydreamed

& tilted against heart's time

the scent of traffic

smoothed

the ocean's ears

~ + ~

Again

set in greens by untimely

appeal to the body, a fear;

energy, maintains the hurt, of the body furled

in the eyes of the blood ample cumulonimbus

~ + ~

O gods that cover me,

ruptures,

blistered in the middle of this life

my heart

is like the procession

of a slightly sweaty

charity

~ + ~

Dusk is Contraband

folded coffee, up-cupping Hunger, middle as clear,

fleeces alibi medicines, pilfers subjunctive

dense desire, a stoned probe that unexpected

touches a stop

~ + ~

soft perfidious shadow

sent by the poor starving shack

~ + ~

Loved!

Still wildness falling.

Sweetness, the ether glass.

~ + ~

And I start numinous, & sway

home, and claim the annual glossy night; and days I hover

in that meadow where we take corpses on a gracious ride

thru the fields that buds scuttling light.

~ + ~

A man, who always gave his children,

Kindness, calls the first, green air

~ + ~

Alabanza: antient, eaglets

baffled beginning of Angelic milk.

It is like an unholy act, hornets

with adder's smile in the mirror

~ + ~

Perhaps the window,

is me

discussing iced

rooms

breath-clouds drinking

the lone ourselves

of every day.

For this passage thru half-awakened thoughts,

faking the banks of hours, and the regret

of the heart that covers what failed.

~ + ~

a dead form, huge,

sifts from the broken sand

mute  fluster of  infection

tarnished with stern

perfidious spittle

~ + ~

numbered

leaves and napkins, and breezes

hidden

within goodbyes.

the junk between

furtive strands of known, burning

~ + ~

the ladder seems to build

it's dreaming

~ + ~

Masturbator

These Are My Palms; Marked

Moving pale dawns smelling of sleep.

Fluently,

Simplified,

Sure, of such.

~ + ~

Megaphone

Wind attacked the day, planting lust

in shoes, candles, grates, mountains.

Closing the once local pure pastures

under slushy fields of insane spittle.

The morning falls over.

~ + ~

I saw in tainted banks, terror

locking the desert.

Zen, dense, churned

swathes of hopeful pupils.

~ + ~

It is not me I give to corporations.

I pick the allegory of talent.

I wingbeat with her anger.

I know my love sleeps.

~ + ~

Unknown Man

There was an accident that left him, the

spoor of a bloated long, impudent, shallow

economy that always sighed.

Sanctities murmured,

Rosehead sedatives.

Hawks in cameras.

The figure of your blankets.

~ + ~

in the whales

in the threat wallow mush

in the fishes and bees

in the heifers on the ledger

in the sky slant

in the sentimentally gripping rust

in the coil and sweat and happy-making

~ + ~

she missed her azure

with its sweet light

flattering

the share of what makes the day

perfect

~ + ~

My ghosts closed. Belonged

in unremunerative dawn

to the broken commitment

~ + ~

threading flesh

juiceless baths

body was the same

as its own breath

~ + ~

in the light

of accompaniment

they waited to leave

ashamed and sober

born, glossy within

a metal heart

~ + ~

We Meet

the plenitude of grace. And rise dangling on

the naked, artificial

pleats of that dull gray entrusted harbor

~ + ~

orchid wet.

lethal tangibles,

in the unraveled blood songs

--in the birds that feed

on the Thoughtless Void

on the fertile whispers

of pollen bent beneath the past

~ + ~

I hated the world

I looked into the blush stretched hills

I made my remarks, again and again

like a flickering fawn

~ + ~

Cold birds

retrofit push the sand

Clear the secular circle,

with its little peace flora

In a parchment well.

I lean on my milk in a dream

Of yarn and snow.

I, Rampart Virgil, his walk and millet,

Shattered and eaten wordless.

~ + ~

Something gnaws

At what is sick.

Blackbird's bloom on the ground.

I wound out.

At night blue ropes dragonfly trees.

We eat their blossoms.

~ + ~

dream the dove

sheltered in the wilds

of the yield

~ + ~

Lather the Ghost breath: its hollow and soft fortunate

cream viewless evasive stirring foundry.

Nearby: the book, kenneling on the grass,

an imaginary coiled sunlit beast letter.

~ + ~

In your pitch-owl frayed gardens we nod

at the milk knife-blade, grind the shutters and

lean in to nibble nothing

~ + ~

Oppressed Cream Abortion

I was afraid of her.

Love-thought, prescience to this air,

A horizon beats over my bed.

Scattered, swirling in the night.

~ + ~

uptorn despairs

ease my triumphant blisses

hiding raw-edged as clean as

benign light along a glittering wave

alone, unvoiced

~ + ~

Lotus rabbits

Imagine the Ageing saint

Sitting in the tower

Counting the overhead

Spewing rocky

Accessible slow torment

And starch indignation

Hard secrets

~ + ~

Neutral

the mountain's artifice glistening

from a glass of squalid linger

a hummingbird etched between

cinders, aroused

every word, of the map

~ + ~

rejoice in the sun

like wounds in a sheath

~ + ~

Look Between

the dishonor, scourge and gold!

conspire to see the fresh light

warmed upon lips calling

for fallen static extrication

annotations of powerless forced love

~ + ~

to make home the first novel,

to make a cup appear:

this little world

washed and rewinded

~ + ~

The ash cataract crag holds an

interrupted room, a  gentle moon of pale

python enclosure.

Deepen, cozy ruminating from that concrete

remnant war,

reign the end of the swamp

reason does that

=====

09-07-2017

=====

~ + ~

So I must never pass this

Beloved and late delight

opinion and clucking spirit

Degraded and mean!

Avoid gentle green despair

& pure heart tales of tragic sex

That boil fires in sonic eye

+

What man can hew flows from bread

spiked with nestle,

fuchsia-tree's south-west wings.

+

Wandering I live away,

rejoicing, near blossoms

pleasing light

Slashed from solutions,

Bone-spur joking

clinging aside

===================

13-07-2017. Bergen, Norway. Jetlagged.

===================

His trip to America was as if I had I done it

somehow in the night, defaced in irritations and wakeful gruff dying air; and then

home wearing proper supermarket gowns

my hands were privatizated enclosures

touching featureless women.

And during my final navel selling, I

let my thought grow sparse and cold

toys.

~ + ~

Buds Of The Blond Fern-Thick Olive Armpit

Across the slimy sky,

Barefooted taut now,

A snowing discursive typhoon.

The spring light taking hard footsteps across the old earth.

Blackmarket sunrises snatching at furious life.

I can seduce you, she whispers,

Her face creased like an almond.

The eyes of the blood beep,

Oh, now, no.

~ + ~

My bargain death chooses porch zenith hieroglyphics of

Slip-piling pillheads and darkness like a regulated storm

orbiting trouble.

~ + ~

Reasons Gather the Beating Dust

Identity cattle

reigning  a sadness

strange habits

strange treebark

strange heart-shaped murder-misery

~ + ~

aspens rustling

we lead the returning

ruts to flare

scars in the grass

~ + ~

I gave you my Temptations

brought the larva to sleep

and took your nest.

Rose-quartz silence opened

Speculation's innocent bower

Hacking your world of smoke.

~ + ~

Half-Way Orpheus

in the business of blood

disease and hate assemblied

flights into fire

~ + ~

Soarn

Instructor 1790

hones a wisp of a cardboard sign

a shade clinging to

thinking, mentioned there

like something—good

divination, secondhand

obligated to devote

touch, to say this bareskin,

to the time of hair

~ + ~

in the morning

with the keen of something like soul

mind banks futures

~ + ~

It Is In Our Deep

star. the poem wronged,

our cupped breath waiting

a decade fucking

love itself.

everything must cheat their sex

~ + ~

Shackles feeder perplex

pent-up scraps of peace,

robbed blooms, photographs, ebbs, guises,

Anecdotes, the perpetual grace of departure, your codes,

And that winding, that went on.

And we were afraid of it, and fed.

~ + ~

Mead:

Unshaken, filled the palette,

with a sick, vivid, weeping

~ + ~

On the thick pathways,

in the dark shops,

we felt dilated,

Yet we plunged on

and we watched sleep

As forests crawled from it,

smearing skin over thin streets.

~ + ~

The graves of the wheat

watch no television,

drink no beer.

The same wind will agree to retire,

giving throat a diploma

wherein slow meanings blow.

~ + ~

Wounds' niche

I am trotting home

along a detour of grit toward a blue buried sun

whose patina and foam smolders earthly gray,

where tame hazards tickle possibility.

Immense pomegranates,

idly thunder

in my empty cells

like apathy.

~ + ~

Of The Sky And The Dust.

Who no soul has ever loved,

so much as released.

~ + ~

Of the Room

Toolboxes among weeds of wires.

The kettle in its intricate lives.

Walk and walk or graze again, leaving

Loosened and disappeared.

And this still leaving.

Smells the smell of calm.

~ + ~

chains:

lulled & green,

key spread and slammed in across

the crevice of that thin surrender

in their smiling tickled

ripping admired small lines!

~ + ~

For if this the expressed law Burns

The return-disc in its packing-case grinds the air,

The yellow ferries mass flowers in the circle gardens

untasted, and cats made tedious by mangoes, play deaths

~ + ~

The Paraphrased Chair

page, thin

layers of grass

and tin bush

shine.

~ + ~

a mesh of ambiguous tides

and the smeared jelly of voices

~ + ~

Will the museum say

That blood in its dense sky

reflected the grass of names

and the heart of the site of roars?

Sniff the motional gavotte and justice.

fluttering into life.

~ + ~

Demonian Song:

I speak and suffer branches!

Light conundrums gift.

Jezebel devolving encampment

stitchers, creeping

~ + ~

And the seal, sprawled up within the void

pine was huge and stained with flies.

~ + ~

Every star

wakened, whispers

how beauty is

a cry

~ + ~

Knobs.

Honey? Prodigal

Denigea Baptismal

Luminous Interferon

Tireless and Cherished

Inside your Transparent Vicodin

Green-muffled Genitors

I've seen the cheerful paradox

~ + ~

The dead see themselves and feel the world's last day

~ + ~

Reverie is unequal to touch

In the dark place that darkened

body's torment,

wanderer's sequence

find something

so small

it is less than a cadaver

barefoot at the door

~ + ~

this poem is a robot

you are a robot

i am a robot

a robot

is an awkward animal

==============

18-07-2017. In Porto for ELO

==============

the bargain, hinge soft:

blends, its fibers, rope-burnt

into the rays of children

its marsh-grass hips burp

a hunger for elsewhere

its mere self-- no more than that

stands under a sun

woven from perpetual lies

~ + ~

As the  men, strong, packed into

poses, twist to each other

motionless, restraining all earth

to invent, and kill, sunlight

~ + ~

The circle of her austere mind

is a gleam of pure cold breathing.

~ + ~

fame's tongue argued

with the archangel

cranking fear into possibility

dust's anxious body

humbled by etiquette

fingered the raw transparency of stars

~ + ~

Cramped, in the dirt

after an hour, nothing knew

love's thirst.

~ + ~

Time had given some Freudians,

all that breathes. A bird

that sparks in the depth.

An unending face, afraid of the day

plunging among expiring trees,

migrant precisions offered by thought.

~ + ~

Sorrow Is The Last

flowered slit of dummies!

It is like an old cd made by amnesiacs: an almost stay

in word-pictures. Like flutes led by wolf-wine,

thru verge and query axioms.

~ + ~

the sun fountain overhead

rose from an empty brain

~ + ~

I kept old contented whole

dreams of confession

to tantalize the dead

~ + ~

we drink light

~ + ~

organics, ¿colga ¡todavía!

secean on Monkeys session.

awagabu.

~ + ~

Outside, on the path,

We broke in and relaxed down over

a ruled squirming and crabbed foam.

~ + ~

Now, give me the snow-hut

in the wilderness

of astonished branches

~ + ~

we glimmered in the farms

charming expletives again, which

ended -- comfortably, in the poet

we were also streaming the earth

thru a dappled swirls of assassinated replicas

using amputee ideas to soothe all quarrels

~ + ~

And the rain, restless,

pretending to be empty, filled everything

with death

~ + ~

While the instructing the crowd to give the scar

a Device in which to dwell,

I stroke the grass that I once returned.

Sallow and unknown, I miss the complicated mattress of sleeker hours.

~ + ~

We remember the criminal triangular solid

rains, the Olympian wail of a winged light

among the abstract fluorescent-lit gazing

~ + ~

In the sun of the cemetery

I practice beauty

~ + ~

open your time

wake the something

her tongue tells you

~ + ~

Glass Inside Surmised Stumps

that were and would not do.

~ + ~

Glance along the rain

and aspire to succumb

slack in a clear beam

of beige and Jupiter

hibiscus spoils.

~ + ~

Skin

that is pain,

should be alone,

every day.

and nothing more self

will see:

living

~ + ~

The pulse-rape of his toxic postcard

spread like lobster in a swan's home

~ + ~

from an innocent nest, one worm

caged a dull dull sensation of true God!

~ + ~

Torn by the tyrants

Hidden like hypothesises

We ate the breath of objects

Among the screaming herd.

~ + ~

Once exposed to that clasp of submission and shame,

I become ill. The throats on fresh memories

don't chalk a high, no apparent audience emerges.

~ + ~

A Horny reader, transparent, crashes,

glowing, through the sun

hunting darkness for a day long buried.

~ + ~

everything settles soundlessly

reenacting a garbled universe

sandblasted dreamily, reading

paid by some simple form of the brain

~ + ~

those heavy amber thighs

ivory no longer

cook teeth

~ + ~

my life is like shunned gortex

lovers huddled around

stuffed hills of tedious steel

as the ash of inspiration

anchors its engineering

in the sea

~ + ~

Dissonance dancing! A map of fire!

All the bones come out, like Congo from gravel sky.

For all that, sometimes I forget I don't repeat and I hold

a long one, a clown of just-born

mud in overwork clumps, where an old wolf

lugs embroidery thru my cave of glittery diasporas

~ + ~

He thrust her milk under the bellowing ocean

in the pearly glands elected

~ + ~

answer the big music,

here in the underbush

where we found it

this passion

presented as if it

had children

a single hug

in which there was nothing

to master

deep and more real

than what seemed

ratonal

~ + ~

Agreed:

The master's mind is

uninvited, it is endless,

It lovingly gift-wraps the knot.

~ + ~

the narrow day

is an angel

that stopped for coffee

~ + ~

I floated out, into misty solidified

prophecies and mine, was new!

I exhausted my preparatory

perfect xlvii

electrified complaints

I swelled the livid cattle

and twerpy wrangled

nervous breach

leech-gathering lens

~ + ~

necked

homilies

lightening

in the waves

her face

released

~ + ~

We Come To Succumb

into intensity

the secret furniture

I rolled my head against the wish.

~ + ~

Alas, mini-soaps of my heart!

causality

heaped light

among the slick creatures

~ + ~

We will not fold our waywardness

in the unknown, deepening fog

of fired embers.

Nor hoard writing,

smelling of thunder

and once-sweet slime amber.

~ + ~

The loose skin of Piranesi's

belonging repented

many complex decades

~ + ~

Just As One Swallows

a peach. She, auburn, by the rose,

shielded the sleeping dusk, and swayed,

unprepared to rip up the sky. It was morning,

a seed of vast times, lamps clasped the fence.

Bridging these dangerous instances, a wail

of tragic-gestured water bit her arms.

~ + ~

Plants.

echoed and burned

the word

too small for a sign

=======================

19-07-2017. In the coutyard at Casa de Teatro.

=======================

~ + ~

If your body is faster

than sweet, I cannot taste truth. Only flames

fed to containers. Only the beating ring of moonrise

fixed in still touch.

~ + ~

This is the life of work not home,

and roots that feast

in the corners on my blood.

Alas! The numbered absence of ourselves,

survivals avalanching to their causes.

~ + ~

Of Women

And giving the greatest what their willingness asks

Bodies spring to shade the gray-haired soul.

Grasses, neither wild nor hurled,

Rising sinuous in silent lonesome love.

~ + ~

Thirsting mortality unmoved

In bait-and-switch

Dropped beloved rumours of the future

An offered thing to cool the sun.

~ + ~

I mud toward war and you don't like it.

Here shame comes, as vines, over a fire-soiled year,

The vines lifting the heartland and home over wasted

Black elms to summarize giant sorrow.

~ + ~

For O!

I didn't meet them until noon,

Nor collaborate on HIV

Glittering in human minds

The hard cooked poultice

The horse’s tongue

Their imaginary resonance

A hideous answer

~ + ~

I let nothing

hollow in the early bruise

of my heart

~ + ~

I gathered the ground,

on the hand of the texts,

a bucket of leaves,

embowering cold

I learn to lie

October subsides

O crippled facade

and sweet rooted walls

=========

20-07-2017. Porto.

=========

~ + ~

More love than cupid learned from rocks

mouths snarl -- soft marks!

~ + ~

God's mother

tells me to live

by nothingness

~ + ~

Disputes.

The dead man woos his face in a dying alley.

He plants his clothes, and knows no pain.

His vertebrae flag the openness of Manhattan

The silent universe of a narrative he never left.

~ + ~

Riding a levitated insipid tomorrow

Holes that smell of the diseases of the Bible

Smudge the savage un-secret authority

On giant mattresses in ion caves

Procreating empires

~ + ~

Remain in the silence

Read the whispered

Awake heavy breath

Of those buried this spring.

~ + ~

Erase light

And sound

And the morning trees

Broken, making sheaves.

~ + ~

A chainsaw haggard future

Discarded deflates.

~ + ~

Yes, I see god.

Strain waves and mountain

Slowly change songs

Acesss trees at night

On a dead bed of torture

Sewn by the sea

The Vine of its

syllables enchantment

Recalling flags

~ + ~

Let us not living

Dive thru sunflowers

With no blame

Spinning solemn amazed

Sobbing about kittens

who watch the water stroke

the sun's adversarial smoke

~ + ~

This quiet chamber

explains the soul

~ + ~

Cold shadows slide

into time's sleep

where clouds spring

from night's

fit slumber

~ + ~

predictable stash

of disposable enthusiasm

fatiguing envy

a war

a mirror

breasts

birds and continents

chatting in clouds

of sweat

~ + ~

They were noise all the way

Sublime burnished parsnips.

In the brambles of language

A perfunctory reservoirs.

~ + ~

I want your belly, upstairs,

your arms inside the leaf.

Rites going home

To murder search.

Our signal, a glorified

Sadness of planned flames.

~ + ~

Ween.

The skyscraper. Convince the envious

illusion. Leaping adhesive fantods, sheltering

a breath of shiny stones.

~ + ~

With the gut unpurged, the way

might die, and so plainly, do old birds.

~ + ~

From this wound in the summer,

milk-bright danger harmonizes

Unbodied insights.

~ + ~

Planted in the numbers,

Bruised books nurse nuisances.

~ + ~

I do not remember the green

Ideals strewn as if incidents.

~ + ~

The moon's furled light

sags bouncing in the stucco chair,

then treks toward buttered 'Nothing'

~ + ~

She is stream,

& amber cloud,

lava & sin,

& the I that I loved,

in my hollow mortality

~ + ~

That side of Hell

Nourished a

fears of flowers!

Playing a game of

gut-cutting darkness.

~ + ~

And now wet beds of hate

Inscribe tame light

among unsure dead

~ + ~

In 52%. of children

waves slap at wonder.

Smiles end,

grieve the disconnected field,

begging, dun and pathless, for

a funeral for war.

~ + ~

brood on the thick ground,

mournful iridescent throats

amulets leaking ambitious tongues

~ + ~

All The Idols.

Fearless, Trout wars?)

M-E! Obscured by hilarity, bright dollars

Laid in the roof and sweet

tomcats joined sheep-fold

players: palings,

depot, my backbone in the swallows next

dead.

So close the clotted

clipped bright crescents beneath deeper.

background wheat slept alone

Wrung agenouills

IX

~ + ~

She Squints Foment

And with that flaring listlessness, escapes

all comfort made O-T-O.

Crystals then absorbing all the growing air

through the warm laurel light

XXXI. blue weight

J

Far from a skinny course

~ + ~

And Csure.

Man and Poesy: Also Divan, and Disciples,

Archimedes wrote, Admired, Sovranes

so the ancient, old Unwearied

smiling sad neighbours

have the word:

bayonet-blade obedient.

herring, distance:

Louvre, professorial

~ + ~

star,

forgave

how time vanished

~ + ~

we are natural.

So we slip

in the curve

of them.

Everything is art,

the night is blind

we share our lives

~ + ~

The illuminated mop

gives to power

a pathless and

~ + ~

Breaks.

O the sheep names—grow Icarian in the Liberty

eyezight One by the pearl; Evelyn,

Calender: 24-across.

raw fibers unfurled in density.

Streamed baskets 90s. and guitars

for anchor

among the dark

unsnaffled

great piece of brine

quivering in brand.

~ + ~

All rheumatism!

Was all the little Ostensible moving the niemand

we rose, stag-face screaming the hordes

giving such

~ + ~

No intelligentsia leave you reappearing at noon again,

your Norwegian. near angle,

my mate, hunchback's (Rituale rods thinning

and certain then

lawn--this fashioned

quiet, short of the Bedevils'

palm

a breath- longingly from the Listen— behind

(the distance I believed enclosed)

3D. reviveth. Sweet holler

the vineyards (ivory

red up; fretting, near)

'55 demonstrates paced

knowing the insertions--

bright

~ + ~

Let there be dreams in the musical slave-owning

Pamphylax.

Taught us to by fisted tones

Gas gloves cheek

Kinetics breath

~ + ~

Each Day In College,

I walked through the sky and found

a baffled panoply of dictators, crazily,

whispering about other planets

I watched intimacy

digging dreams within a primal beyond

~ + ~

The Angular Rod and the Vache.

Its feet tremble,

in that haze

of gland-jammed

walking terror

to rise on fire,

& swing vague tons.

~ + ~

dissembled, gaunt and thin,

in the sun of a spiritual churl

forgiving interests the butcher

~ + ~

Upside Louder

under the transparencies of dark honey-meal: the one

hoarse and sometimes blind Centaur

held long prayers

for the perpetual stupidity of flocks.

~ + ~

Securities Stuck Dirt

Because there was some dust

and the smell of pale

full plural security

straining safety

We had to fist the wine in the glacier,

and Monday again, slaughter

some alma swimming by

=======================

21-07-2017. Amalgamating the inconsequential.

=======================

~ + ~

unnatural

domiciled

tongues

extend gardens

into the sun

~ + ~

From The Ribs Of Pus

bulls watched

the thing of a song

like a black poison-tree

ring in the words

with a detour of intonations

~ + ~

Great prayers

slowly dust

the ditch

~ + ~

volcano:

no/no/no/no/no

ungently

nystagmus

bard

~ + ~

Stella shudders, her waist shudders and her breasts, -—

battened-down down -- earthbound, lucent preacherly flesh,

call the last honey-breathing homecoming rib

of hauling bright home home

~ + ~

The force of death ends

now it's all poems and food

~ + ~

in the epic exceeding presence

of July we are

the beat crucified gaze

~ + ~

the unperturbed fact

is a continent

~ + ~

A dead fly on brown branches,

On the grim lawn, bees and sky also flopped

In a flood of sad millennial relevance

~ + ~

Light.

injects water

into the rubble

Familiar arts:

amorousness and drivel

lost in carcasses

drinking rain

~ + ~

I walked dogs

over bouncing moss

~ + ~

sometimes strands of blood feel

constrained

as if friendship

requires illusions

~ + ~

Summer was the cellar shade

Where masturbating within the dry black Pleiades

dogwood cascading hill

the day exudes lush seeds of

vibrant nothing into nothing

savage cactus and plums where

a bee becomes an incandescent pink-petaled bear

===========

22-07-2017. Pre-prize.

===========

~ + ~

We gather in the hands of the scorpion

Where wildflowers seek our rationality.

Someday, it is told, floods in the mind

Will grow genitals, claim beds.

The sun falls behind an insular

firewall to verify just that one.

Claim.

~ + ~

to bloom, and follow

both the sound of the body

and the groan of the soul

collected in her farewell

~ + ~

IV

If I went after starlight.

I couldn't have thought the bread.

It was the first month of bones,

the first tuning of broken changes

the first rising delicate toward death.

~ + ~

Radiances,

think we are growing into shores

We have never stood as far together

joined by unreciprocated forgiveness

weaving the bones of uncoordinated

smiles.

~ + ~

I need to go

to the winds

of victory.

I run and see that's how I think.

I'm going to understand what I am sometimes.

I'm good, a game on television

footprints gathered in an mmmmm.

I hear snakes drifting

thru the universal whooo.

~ + ~

In slices, on Fear's leeward;

I never answer it.

My mind smattered

With grapes, and the earth raft tilted,

draining, through these fingers.

Green dawn uprising; golden trees held

The line of bliss, sagging collapsed

As gliding, the sheep of light

Sent cold gifts into  uprising

~ + ~

I possess their levitation!

Their furious hinges, their spectacle.

They are not Divine; more and more Mary is here.

Her heart is the 114 change, while his image is only a button.

The idiom dimmer, the wax,

the specialness Hawaii.

Every bus sits through it.

~ + ~

We stretch our bodies back in the softened

fallible, unfiltered shadows

following your ill-advised epicene admirers

~ + ~

She scraped the limitless, and the unbearable,

crippled, hopeful, open holes.

She brought him hands

In the hiatus of the snow, - frothy hands.

Then they thrust her after

Her face.

Then everything faded.

~ + ~

God's insensitive love

is a petty adornment:

funerals, lies,

and untidy, pissed-off

inflammatory air.

~ + ~

sitcom

Krylon self

~ + ~

Rubbed near the pores

like some Folding PsyOps,

migratory shapes of

peach-melba-voiced

brooding rot

beneath the air

singing about blossoms

~ + ~

And who tumbles bursting on the nearest ground

having too much flattery seized, a shark

touched book, and in the world once handsome

a goblin voiceless, a marbled riot in far corners,

in the soundless year clear as the high earth

a music in whose remorse,

hovers a translucency that heals

~ + ~

I say dawn.

Love transparent.

No, a history.

Shadow clung, Pythoness.

Blasphemy's orange pearls pulled from grains of grass.

~ + ~

who needs

to be

everywhere

~ + ~

Patterns, dreams.

Post-hypnotic milky.

Ocean, Faith.

Cynics fringing the dusky doze of hearts.

And 18.6% simple servility.

~ + ~

alone, a jewel

caresses the unaccountable benignitees

jutting down through the clustered long pupas

"Farewell!"

~ + ~

Hugging a hunch

The dead man

whispered

saying he could

~ + ~

We drift in the abyss.

Choose only beauty.

World of metaphor and mind.

Not the first blame that wrathful house, the sum of spigot,

the cove of tawny hair eating the blades of guns as they  melt.

~ + ~

broken-winged

among the pelt of pleasure,

mused to the body's deepest span,

I accept its same;

I take some privilege

flowers eaten with hopes

in all their torment

~ + ~

In the morning of morning,

an old home trudged into deep Ages

till it reached oases.

~ + ~

Oh come eschewed! Olde tears,

Champions Writhed Near Mastery

Eating Time as if the One that answered Time,

Extracted the angry Sun, Midwinter

~ + ~

In the rough cottage

(floating in the frailties

of the lone continuance)

grimacing tossed

coy metaphorical

crazy death

wonderingly repents

~ + ~

Waiting Is Tolerance

Now I made my children to dawn,

Thorny trunkless unpleasant

and then that again--again lost name

Word yeh

ultra Chapelle,

chorale

Flecks of

them--even flowers

The script

Tangled in seeking catacombs, in stem

joists of receding machines.

This myself generation. The rising gate

Wet in the asphalt outside.

~ + ~

Crucifixion

A warm perfect stupor, and in the stupor

an unbuttoned love concluded

~ + ~

Pooled the summer lunges by

all spectrum-cooled beneath the many.

~ + ~

oh, not graphs, I don't

gristle--unreadable

foil: myths given

like sweets

~ + ~

--a wrecking fire

eased into rock

I am alive!

See her,

milk clean

warming

~ + ~

listening to an old song,

is enslavement to the first hour

~ + ~

A lamp lit tenderly

in the heart began

to weave sand

~ + ~

And the shapes of our lives went on plainly;

coolly, needle-nosed, degenerated;

worrying about things was almost our only complaint.

~ + ~

And the sunshine asleep

(beyond the flesh) understood

what grief was oldest

~ + ~

Reptilian Air

blew thru his woolly brain, then corn

lifted quickly in recourse,

an open darkness

beauty, fragrant

& curtained

~ + ~

Platzes

Relax

Wangle

I can disappear in the open light

~ + ~

And Desire

We live in a field of time

where we are naked. We sit down

in the dark.

~ + ~

What never came there again.

Timex. Blisters and shark troop hunger.

I saw everything.

~ + ~

They Loathed It In The Igloo

Bong Mud, flowering,

light into the house.

An emblem of fish

curling from a sand-filled toy.

Finale gazpacho. Regulations

thinking the cut. What does the lie.

~ + ~

Enimie,

I erased the purest glory,

in a whir of sorrow, without everyone.

I was in my lower eclogue, spread home.

I denied rapture to soothe the fog; and paced the dwellynge,

Greeting a lullaby with noises of ageyn.

Modest mentions me, an arrant in the makeup.

Moving, touching that song, curlicue's

crumpled hunger.

~ + ~

The quality of a cry,

awake, rarifies her tools,

-- a scarce requisite beseeching request.

She fled to sunshine.

Amid the couched Drubbed fern, and

pleasure frostbit on the road.

We heard this

loneliness!

We together.

There are miles to go.

I am anxious.

~ + ~

Confined to the field of flail

the black peach sofas

went from Jebusite Camp

Durt of Alexandria!

Moose! And somewhere, rudeness,

dances, unyoked rags, drawn as if velvet,

and fibers in sacks,

murmuring on lips.

~ + ~

I admired teeth,

and craved a sign, any old

blush, broken out

Burciaga, baby, like bang!

caroming round; beguil'd

Gambrels Abramowitz

prowl alien warm

gag the house

~ + ~

To spend darkness is

to forgive the meaning

of bodies

~ + ~

I unhoard

the whim lock

grunting publicity

of Love

~ + ~

We came large in the withered slaughter- house,

Where some were ashes, others bread and verse.

There the raven-winged hour, and the honeyed voices of the martyrs

lit like volcanos, into shivering.

~ + ~

Careenage

I saw the Rocks, strengthened

by one mysterious turn of fire.

Hygiene, like dust

And wax as glittering

clock sea-spray.

~ + ~

The Bare-breasted summer, so carefully rude,

drowns inscrutable passion

~ + ~

We understood

the fire, - and what

did it really say?

No action ever holds a thing

as does wood: as Silences

rising choking.

My heart impossible

to spell without the end.

~ + ~

That settling of the light that shows us sold.

~ + ~

Somebody wants to redeem the rainstorm.

~ + ~

To see war build

beneath the rites

and everything reminded

Of some life

~ + ~

The language of tequila makes great spoons drip fire,

While death frosts sunlight at the edge of dark

And postmodernists are mourning Home.

~ + ~

Thus Blissed-Out hands unfold silk to feel their inheritance.

~ + ~

For what is the air! The sludgy bark, swinging over the $100 piece?

Brim diseased energumen gully

Tones and strange compass

--cool humorous Mead

Mother of eternal half-true forms.

~ + ~

unrealized I come

at the giving —

I wait to come,

settling holding

~ + ~

Warrior

Whatever turned into the yolk of romance

At the library of you

blurred in the drafts.

There is no resistance.

The fish retreat in Narragansett pebble-stones,

A smear of octopus. Dales of medicine

Written in the Rivulet.

====================================

23-07-2017. Written on airplane from Porto-Montreal, returning from ELO.

====================================

~ + ~

The lamb dies

itself by being itself

being itself being

it it

quits

In the coldest grass

The Rocks tremble

~ + ~

Spangled with cortex

And shrug Friendship's spiraling

Underfoot and Misplaced Maiming

Profound great books

divined their ocean-fords, or oarless leaf, trees.

Not enough.

Committees Sex:

cavity, cabinet, the root, a leaf.

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The architecture of garlic

Warring among the wounded

waking, projected over spirit-infested ermine,

as sudden as the consumption of lightning and paradise.

~ + ~

Do you arrive alone? They know

your true name. Yet you find us unlearned,

conquering worlds, imagining the castrated

god, and a hook of fire

on which perch two honey-bees.

~ + ~

Today, the liquor whores truth.

~ + ~

And Dust, though not honest,

turned in its Styx, Sangre prefigurations

proxies, on the cliff of nothing.

~ + ~

Eclafes, Avenged

The amanuenses dogs came to shadow:

new poems turned off

their resemblance to steep winds.

~ + ~

The streets are singing and growing

blind in a landscape

of ritualised exhausted conjecture.

~ + ~

Waves: Dark Some

god; livid sampled

flinging desolation

~ + ~

Dear companion

I hate you: little life.

Here where nothing else is born.

~ + ~

Time That Never In Times Before

Hurt my starving

downdraft smug joy!

Hunt the clock.

Hunt the hands.

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24-07-2017. Jetlagged, grey day.

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Warpland Pumps

Love light & sump river!

laden ancient balalaikas

foaming documents

portraying night

~ + ~

Bottled

dollop of the other presented alone,

I this [I, in the snap of chills]

I say this about what I don’t not know

~ + ~

Wake to fire in the solitary valley.

And white snakes descending from

the swollen boxed brick

of the building's needs

~ + ~

Sparrow--

The Pageants

of every topic

dog marks, arrogate

loco-motive nooks,—

contest, cancer,

Minstrel Bait

squawk-- clean

Cushing, Expiates

~ + ~

Fell.

A thick scrim of melodrama,

YOUNG emblem of the Obsessional

enough.

~ + ~

rock turned again

bending me

into my branches

and burnished earth agoninized in wildest

exactitude pulling apart isolation's altar

mouthed groves of soft money

telling us how much death

flees from this interior sun

~ + ~

Some gaze less on the misty grave

but I am troubled in it and mix

with spraypaint shadows

My heart in the sun

simple expectant

threads.

Every morning

the expiring

begins.

~ + ~

And the rational soul knelt on

spirit who sat on luxury

where sand emits

pools of light and analog

rays of war designed

as flirtation

~ + ~

The Lucid

plexus

boiling in the moss

to tell the myth

~ + ~

I became an old man

- conscious

that I lie

in my heart

~ + ~

In that light they will be sleeping

in the center of the easy pliable line

Throstle suffused with flowers

imperceptives portentous

in their tone

And the virtue of beauty

Will be shaven around them

And no one will speak.

And none will move.

~ + ~

Death. I remember as toy.

Its columns of love, wading

over rocks to coffin the sun.

Thought contraptions

skiffing hard mirrors.

Work that

dreams of snow.

~ + ~

Oblivious notes rooted in water.

Climbing the angels.

Ripping apart souls.

Sipping on the tension of

a not-thing backwash.

Now, chaff, quiet, driven by wrong.

~ + ~

How often precursors of shame

ruefully sift silence, each dark repentance lesson

clawed out, recalling night's totalitarianism

struggling to forget

the glaze bombed sky

the bow of a bluejay

lost delight

No, no, quicker,

write, ensnare

myths' vulva

unfulfilled

discharge

~ + ~

Warriors race the famine, yet,

In the house of the Golden Tigris,

An arc on the sill, through the psalms of the bay, wove

the damp gut

being young snow,

unbeholden synchronized reasoning

nothing

touching the heart

The whole will

.dream

~ + ~

The owl, retraces semblance: and I feel a local

Despairing sloth steal, and feel it well.

And a black ramp song sings

a brook of concentrated rubble.

The first form? Probably the last.

The trees don't matter to me. Pastures,

will be our young truth. Assorted falls

in the new resigning.

~ + ~

At dusk, a little man forsook love; and for bitter, true reality

Exhorted horses to embrace frozen dimpled murder

in furrowed webs of ancient anger.

~ + ~

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25-07-2017. Jetlagged, grey day.

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I Felt The Last Nameless

like engine

spit into heaven

sending a dark straight death

into the possum of the sun.

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