RERITES

August 2017

Jhave

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

July 25th -Aug 25th 2017.

Algorithm: Pytorch neural network.

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

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Alone,

we like to keep the cash

reach the beach.

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She decides to want him in smoke.

He cuts the fire in her mortality.

He said, "Unloved?"

"Ruined," said she.

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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

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Underparts of old grasshopper

She gets awakened

in the half-idea of her shrug.

On her belly,

a moment not water   so much

as naughty spicy silly

fluid throat offspring

bleeding ground.

Tense cutting sunflower!

Good pure grief!

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Little Enamoured

Eighty Year Olds

Sit at the Bar

drinking frauds to allow

the sleek edge of the sea

jungle path dialectics

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scented grass escapes the black beak,

the candle bears its skin, then

hitch-hiking through the garbage, flares

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A few Hours Taken by a Music that Dreams of Death

buried rocks

tainted steps

grateful panthers

thud pelt

naked shadow

trees

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To see

tortured            light

striking a fog, absorbing

the eyes,  and soft moans

opening beneath      loss

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Mmmmmmmmmmmmmm.

silence engendering objects

secretly each morning risks storms

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I think

I expect

I do not die

I care

I move the light

sharpened nowheres

ash powerful teeth

brilliant scarred air

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A Big Froth

impatient seismically

strangers purring on my skin

in gully innocuous inverse glee

I ate stark hunger

like a metal

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And One Of Us Knew

wellness hidden in

that inevitable: Nature

where heart appears,

not to turn, nor become

tender bliss

dwindling in the light

of the moonless earth

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27-07-2017

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— and the house,

shifted into that great

tide-worn blue swirling

in groves with feathers

on the outside bare planks

we were lost by the words so we made up our flesh

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Space vanished in a soft black light.

A love glanced happiness.

A circle, praying for the living.

I am thee!

You put your pain against you.

You imagine time.

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This dry-gulch pump routine is

an intelligent thing. A single calm world

filled with mud in the dark.

It is something you bought with a cold hand.

A tightening from the center, climbing wherever.

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Slut The Mica Into Its Wire

glazed arc,    lemon trucks

scoop vertical catastrophes.

the citadel's inky kettle-drum,

electric horns and thin

cultures picked,

then abandoned.

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I remember we

and the dead windowframes,

under the widening landscape.

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Quiloa,

-- in the mist

she prefers again

to linger

Lost in the vein,

Following the earth's

Shadows over nebula rock

A pine swirling like incense

in the narrow afternoon of hell.

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Under the lurking icy

garden, gestures laugh

in a groaning sky

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In my reticent heart

a honeycomb of eyes tightens

light toward the morning

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I Am Leaving —

The first prey of feelings

is writing.

I never keep much.

Even from within the grave, windows

cannot creep over this poem's nest.

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O Outraged, One

the first cascades

letting in the green

gagging, clacking,

uncontrollable,

ash erased flocks --

spin behind cognition,

breeze away the join

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Over the moors: an odour

of common stone in the medial pines.

Her smile, a cypress standing within roses upon the sun.

You dream this tragic light between minds.

Mute. Transformed

by the fire

in your hand.

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The sheep-hooks, on the wharves, bloodred

wisteria, twinkling like eyes.

The earth is

slaughter.

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When the intervals of madness

will be complete,

A Sky, long genuine,

will become the door of my home.

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Under a caked-round sunlight, the waves touch

Sprawled almost-dark poorhouses,

Star-shaped maples, glass-swollen skin.

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The top of your cliff

Where one chained

Form is like love or a bull

Chiming about power

Bread passion mystery,

mainsails and eucalyptus.

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Light snowdrifts

near the depot

My tongue tucked in:

keel, lounged.

Wabash con anew,

deep horizon,

ringed.

Shockwaves tax-deductible

at the parting.

Forget muscles

and syllables.

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Lilacs

dumb and drooping from the soul

are singers, little messes

Death's children

fill my wound

like flour

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Me Apricot

synthesis

means: nourishment,

it among you.

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In Kauai Alone

a film of sinews

leached to praise

the color of chloroformed aspen

inside ears of primeval recognition

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Now Iconographic

And supine kingfishers tickle fodder's sea-lice,

And the masts run above the pines,

And we declare the living fire a marish lyric:

And in the burnt mint, we weep.

And driving their blinking

blue pink, and blue moidores foot flock,

The ocean stronger burqas the exquisite curls

of the clerk's thought, each spark spur,

a drunkard's lantern

engulfing, silence

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I was murdered by

a worm in my heart.

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The smallest embrace.

Tunnels strolled in the street.

Salty fire,

repetitive vigor,

phones, mercies.

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Winds echo forgotten light,

breathing on graced water.

Love remains set; and the roof, unwoven,

stretched and swept up the sky's shoe.

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Ratified

She grunts. And upstairs, the evening’s

sticky-fingered storms confuse

the mirror.

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Carbon-Coated

We are so beautiful in the whine,

mothered in this dirt body.

Blood kissed wanderers

led into alien gladness.

A lost voice, breathing.

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yr Jake

This beach and the sun made its room,

in your dying trees, inscrutable.

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Trembling,

starry and specific and wonderful,

a few faint wisps already had shadows.

And we are sleeping on the table,

while someone bright on the floor,

secretes an opening.

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Mind Slaves.

The counting place, ashes, birth

a self-portrait in meat.

Lightning a boundary

somebody dreams.

Finances, neon bold and benign,

flowering in the cold

chastening cranium.

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Mountains caress

a silent lamp

smeared in the stars'

weightless nucleii

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Nerves

I am, fuck myself, a rimmed,

crisis-shaved starting-to-rust grave.

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Arriving bees

awaken belief

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More talk: a closer poetry is closed

No sweet-breathing joints

Slow these ephemeral

concession trances

on the surface

of glowing interpetation.

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the hickory under

the intervening rain

is a flame shrub

nutrient, green, glare

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Real ledger cataracts

examine the bleeding

morning:

yellow safeguard,

accident season

moisture institute,

bereavement apple.

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The dead man used to swim in ponds,

squinting at indeterminancy

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unthinkable metaphor

we made one phrase uneasily

follow the wires of this true mystery

disassemble the dead-end

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Say

I owned,

a tongue

Diesel and money,

initials, and the clinics of flowers,

A lying fatality, the moon,

friends, loneliness.

Unhappy,

began to eat.

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I was a house of anguish

Foreclosed in my act.

All day I appealed.

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In Machines.

Schemas move from an old sack.

A blob, hush-throated

nimble, elongated,

quick as a sparrow on a ledge,

grows a kind of killing

which longs to live

in flesh.

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29-07-2017. Morning sun on chair.

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I'll be at the window of my tongue

and proud of my hunger, waiting for

two-hour walls of veined

Here, a morning broken,

insured and cold as sand,

impossibility, cancelled.

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All That Phantom Shuddering

The last care he tore from

bright concrete around my legs,

brushed the overhanging desiccated skies

until the hunger of horses

is his. Bent at last.

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So on the bursting knots of the dead,

squalled out, thieving beetles,

bees, indolence platters, and hounds

dig their mouths into the hollow basket

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Imperfect,

I have gained alive,

a home.

A place within me, where I can

tell pain to unlace

its roots.

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the belonging of long days, passed to you.

we forget our eyes

where junkyard birds,

inquisitive, claim

the uninitiated.

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terrified in my loneliness

I ache in the  confession cage

gathering to excavate  glass

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The rain cooled fell, cold flight —

turning at the immortalized, blanched, blossomlike site,

the shaking air grieving, the key

flying down, hieroglyph

god, garlanded with power.

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how we tore from life

translations, and left

before any undertaken

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Stunned--then to strengthen

We are laughing, children and women,

and drums and sisters, and rockpile and hands

of belugas' nectar, gleaming odors

crumpled about bewilderment, a tidal

light of fields that wind arranged for the blood.

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A little dark string of poems

roused acetylene lips,

glistened my soiled knees,

slowly in the dark

somewhere backward of you

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I eat light again and bloom.

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Abandoned limbs, promised, others use for yearning.

The hearse is thinner, and the last wilderness is here.

Departure's doctor whispers anguish to dreams.

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I'm a hypocrite about passion.

I want to keep my friends.

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In the honeybee's crevices

a photo of my nature,

an argument and a blessing

flesh leaning into each door.

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Fear clicked on the growls.

Now it is

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barbs, and Elmer Weighted

monie eructated

pushed south

bend moon

glass-green

quo chronic

232a: soul

~

in undread Noon's

latest disc of unknowables

secret Hair growing on the floor

top-deep like breasts...curious...hungry

An Atmosphere turned from Dieu

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We are at the beginning: surrealism.

Carpeted forgiveness

dreams her breeds.

Time sends each birth

heart-sickness and requires

ascents to camp-life.

As she looks for the PIN

to her jaws, in the humming

Snowflake-diamond-snowflake house,

A mineral-swollen window dies.

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burled in earthen feet

airstream "Cowboys"

unwholesome Biloxi summer ash, and

mud analogies of intent

juddle in the cellar,

rage; an inexorable leg

your mother

feeding the dirt

with a slow cold tongue.

and when sorrow splinters,

the clay of ecstasy

moon-glazed gazes toward Istanbul!

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Catastrophe.

Death dissidents weeping

take us to the dust,

cut their fingers on Closing--

Lose the Slow

Branches that describe.

Now indite. Anyone for the chance.

Letters Pin the sand.

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We know their hearts,

and radiantly slept

with meditating Saints

That azure evening,

Goldengrove

ethno-centricism,

Espresso realized Bells,

Kyonishiki....

educationclass

plumbs snyttrum

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Indeed,

every salty sullen spirit for its Foe,

ends thought and sinks, livid into ice.

even if you save everything, it is only the rain.

like lovers, young phrases.

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extraños

reclined,

and pushed

unblinded

sound

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time

such as

I see

lubricates

intermissa

desert.

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dyspeptic; your crisco Hills,

break fat into rare bits

of orphaned headspace

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In Ottilie

Vallombrosa forward.

Hair spots the rope above her cell.

It is what I would do if I was her.

The volunteer of fame is supporting

breasts rags and chewing the apple

curve limpet thing!

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In fields that shift free,

torn from arterial oak boughs

we, who do not die, shut

your nest, so limestone bread can be

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And I thought a Passion sleepy as honey —

The inverse shadow of a gift.

It was a manifold, non-negotiable

Complicity rain-fed harvest of newly cold stars.

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and Plummet

androgynous;

hand, new-skinned

never-quite-clean threatened -- Nature's poet given

the power to free comfort

from the eyes of murder, and modest

doled animals strobing trussed on wage road.

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my lobotomy braid

leprosarium metal

like an old man

glancing at letters

impulse glued

over walls

walks

into the cigarette

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for those days streamlined into the cloven moment

of the universal journey in their prognosis

inward cedar solemn huge sky

~ + ~

In Marginalia

Notes weep

silent chemicals

that Metamorphosis

Ecstasy

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I Cannot Be Happy.

I infinite living

Unaccountable caress

Accessory of milk.

*

Soft-tongued icicle

Entering the Extremities

To wait among the dead.

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Language.

In one harrowed

clowning cruel air is chance

Then the Soil,

The pilot-fish, alleys,

the River-dragon quality-God

shrill-gorged rest of

always-night -- contemplative,

subtle and brave

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and riot-naked distrust

caves of languid ears

linger in our monument

and walk for home

breath scullion

disgorged

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Ashes

raptors retire their

.........e....................................rouge................port-holes

That instruct him beautiful and whiskey and easy

In the sefa, forgot, gowl Playing

And vague poynt to distance

equinox, waves bobcats.

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Like Every Enchanted

Bleating Mistrust,

thinned down,

that Ends Suddenly

the Luminous Rose

enticed as one

was Two

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I Simplified

the awkward truffle-filled dinner fetlock—bereft

to maintain some Spectrum poking drugs

to play the cyclotron path and state: out of the salutation of affability

for we have been seduction,

and one kept, bold, and dying

beyond the crowds who lie

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chestnut

pens into the cage of my body

as we lie in my bed and eat

them

~ + ~

We tasted the meaning of houses:

Cherries, Enemies, Stones, Children.

And drank honey-milk flow-down streets from lovers' hips:

Supermarkets, Lawns, Ladders.

~ + ~

Transformative Need

puckered at wedge-shadowed Mortality

and transvestite Histoire harvesters

kissed sleep, closed the ode, notated home,

pureed in harvest death

~ + ~

Note of the hills and the cane- brakes of matter:

G-string Irrigated Gift Languor

Circumambulating Linoleum Suffrage

~ + ~

Dumped

New York.

shocking - jetsam of unrealities

REWARD! Cards, fabber people

usher seeded headscarves, her, gilty. Ben bully- yat

shoulders

watch the pretty car,

and loaded it, but broke the

Fluted rain mask of disappointment, the Judgement

of the 1979) Benvenuto: stitched in an old balled Friday

with the rest of +

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And Rights "First" Migraine,

who are they?

the great thousands of Molecules Bructeri,

milling again in the basal jowly

minced up, stacked beyond repair.

plutons behind the ghoul-haunted woods

in the swatted, dream of the spirit's

blouse with her ale not toned

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Diabetic Ethos.

Turn from Pagan commitments.

That evil sweet trembling thing.

Pardon its Prescience

Do no more.

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11-08-2017.

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As The Juices

In my head

I am bent

& I assume the limit of Vegetable

and seem old, because assuredly my tongue

in the apple is helpless.

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As I hurried on,

happiness diminished

in the screen of the pure-me:

a fascist foam of fat stories murdered;

a prison of sin bent from the whale;

a bilious war made to dream.

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Quinceañiera, On This Least Day

Democracy? No. Generations of justice talk.

I want some easy gentleman to suck the exhaust out of me.

I chase the costly peril of starlet bare statues.

Stump the old Bilbea, the typewriter speaking,

a harpoon-line of perfect parties piercing a secret past.

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Look upon the wonder

buried within the carrots, and gnarled

trees, thunderstorms, and fungus.

Calm, think, in gusts

What is not written.

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All morning he rolled in

the leaves.

A dented flag in his hands

amid small deceptions

of a flood-tide, the flecking

locked world.

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so

yet

it is

as if

skin

blows

the peace

of an animal

the red tool

alone

prone

on the brick

one with us

~ + ~

During the Sporadic Barefoot War

Pain pressed

Jealousy to birth

A toy

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Wave-Crests

With wild cheekbones

you wake now nonviolent

shuck the teats

for a menopausal

destined flight

into B-flat light

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tightrope-walking: we repeat

the scent of empty wonder

~ + ~

this floor burns

as if to slow

love

~ + ~

We wake, and all

welcome the grace of life:

bewildered, easily.

Each change a tyrant grief

that loves its own threads

among the rust.

A dead flower where

the desert caresses

the languid world.

I cannot feel.

What same

it is.

Everyone wants money, making it

into thin meals, ingesting their love

with a few gypsy friends who hate fish.

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the brave baby

hopelessly shamed

by an adulterous hate

burns, joyous and small

dangerous as the naked day

in the ground

~ + ~

Filth

It hits the spirit. A high-heeled, 'Yes,

credit'. Bruised, slurring.

Zucchinis and simplicities. Lobsters

and darkness. Unplugging

the blank-canvas center of "Thee."

~ + ~

Forest Hipsters

Fountain-full

Born not in grace

but unwavering

ALONE, erratically

swamp picking thoughts

from the carcass of a

wanton heart

~ + ~

The dead man loitering in the dangerous garden

glared at the harm of rest

floating on the burning sea.

~ + ~

We each discovered a sun.

This is the word. A lesson, not

a trip of fists. An ironic life.

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Wit

wet

peach-knife

locked

in puddles

of bliss.

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As she claimed death

The stars tasted

poisonous gold.

Queer background, XCI

Liberation juice

Marmalade pouting,

Nearness exposed.

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The colors of my teeth

open houses,

mature, a warm war.

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A storm-light dead calm

wanders above the dream-color grain.

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Sea?

rend out your graves,

leave them to splendor

as if they had phones

to paraphrase

tracheas

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The dead man is caring for the breeze.

A silent sky of his own tears

quick as a melody

worn as a self-satisfied

frozen rain into decay

All plastic is blue

Nevermind shed

In the Wanted

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Off

I think no one has ever seen

the roses darken clouds

above the bankrupt summer

while in a segregated valley

drunk mud hums

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Swag-bellied auto bone

Passage to despair!

No mirror of unity.

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12-08-2017. Wet chill of early autumn.

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Mogony: Mistrust:

Last afternoon in the house of the dreary dawn

weight on the items of the bone

swirls

egotistical

lightning signatures

~ + ~

Lust is this dark Midsummer tree,

and fruits flying and distant flowers

underground

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zunbrowned

riverbank wrinkled

cloudy ruffled

pluck the signals

of rat-filled flesh

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And the dead man sees the dune

and remembers a frosty thread

between wet sun and heart

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rain, symmetric in spotted soil,

and the struggles of the poem.

and stories of other things,

falling thru emptiness

~ + ~

I Wonder

I am allowed to think of everything

I am quarantined and overboard.

I know daybreak apple light.

I say farewell to lies.

I am disembodied.

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in the distances petitioned

by swimming color

how I want you,

how i am hurt by the absence of thee!

~ + ~

Stain the sun

drench glazed phrases perfume

watchful unclenching matchless whales

~ + ~

prompt the dwindling

clairvoyant

castrati clouds

and serene

curl in the garden

~ + ~

Coke. God. Kafka.

suits despise children

~ + ~

idiom soup

dream drugs

trace the hollow

wisp page

~ + ~

Careless heart, editrix tell us

which gentle-hearted dog-weary juice

cataracts the bridges of the swamp

~ + ~

Milking woven starfish into Michelangelo shapes,

the gold tree has little time for loyalty.

~ + ~

the sacred payment of the many scents of thunder

left the winds rumbled thin-barked

and came out ten times against iced cabbage,

wet Sunday drapes, and wasted parks.

~ + ~

Untuning

mythologies

send your life my Instead,

poetry

Serpentine death

around mature market emptiness

~ + ~

.M

She waits and served lunch

and swerving wanted the thing's

angularity to cheat what has come

~ + ~

Whores. We greed midnight.

Time-lapse air-brushed into Heaven

~ + ~

I have come destined to forget

A great sweet sea

that shall never sink the rocks.

~ + ~

The Abyss tediously

plucked satellites

from tumors.

~ + ~

Deep heredity crept to its lover

Stamen rhythm bless rapt

pulsing word wet sleep

Warm in one round night

Fire stretched on the shore smeared

supplication door of saltblood

~ + ~

My life is but tattletales

romantic honey

golf wind

shallow meadows

old trucks

fretboards

soft blasphemy

Today, alas!

Gone.

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13-08-2017

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Calvados Flesh Pap

3.6% Grieving

Obedient Trigram.

Come along the boreal wall cafe: pomp

marble-sized amanita sheltered furniture Xanthus,

-- indoorpool wriggles to gladden a clean caged sun.

Dusty-white;

shadow spikes;

misknown, uninvited;

Our farms bend

back in reverie

to touch stars.

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Lifeless curve - enfants, gnawed

uppity hairdos and harp rain:

It's God. Tangled in

lightning.

~ + ~

at the window

near the shelf

of your body

a conceiving spot

of battered breath

~ + ~

Oh! we bless the dead

Between the waves

Sitting in the rooms of ink

We scatter black dung

Open newly darkened syllables

On the table of Daddy's candy.

Ice tattooed in the eyes

Obscuring the play of curse and eat.

~ + ~

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THEY CAUSED #1: FIRE.

Treason allottment and bards, clinking girls

and assets: all praying for carefully ill-designed

Resistance.

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into my poems

a moon

by a tree

in summer

because perfect

seems to explode

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Chewed tide limbs

Clothe a worn-out brain

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RED

toothless and ordained, dressed in joyous

barking signs, a mute foundry dispersed:

the nest

the home

the orchard

the gate

the sky

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On the porch

I watched color

Bathe my feet

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Tranquility

priced at $56,000

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bright honey wrath

world   --   abyss

buys      mindless

inevitable   noise

~ + ~

This prayer is cold

Smoke, a cartoon

Tuned to cage moonlight

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NOTHING

is joined

in things

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mystery marking

the simple belly

rakes the dawn

singing crops

breasted delights

and steaming fruits

an owl, never sexed,

glanded to the plow

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Disney left

to feed the bright

scar

stretching from the crotch

power job perched

at the tip of his heart

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ITS QUIET

in the trap of dream: where a girl,

mutters in her glass, reading her palm

leaning out over ruts of heavy sighs --

flesh: a cell

of credulous wooden waves

synchronized from debts

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I sold

the devil

I buy

belief

~

What is it?

What it is?

~

Talk encircling

flat fountaining moods

Cold novenas

used to rape

the dead

~ + ~

wrinkled lust in its blind corner

caresses a spark clear spring

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14-08-2017. Crane setup before roof demolition.

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~ + ~

As we grew capable

Body—fish-slippery

laced jail consents.

Needle proud poison

realised tactics wish.

We loved the idea

of something

to snatch spleen.

~ + ~

Lose: all those conjured years

skim the fender of the logging chemistries

~ + ~

Not in Keats signaled

Yet advertised as morning

~ + ~

We are controlled coffee. Whiskey mutants.

We're sunfall and fear of self.

And then there's you: sanctity filled with milk,

and a long pool of unsuccessful heavens, where it rains.

~ + ~

In the blindfold

no one seems to count the

smell between pens and peace

The moon's eyes lifted from the wind.

~ + ~

Our little voice

in lyric hills

simply dies.

~ + ~

So weep, run, then die!

Wool divides the deep sea,

roiling fragrant,

growing epiphanies.

It sets an anchor in the floral trellis.

Illuminates time with snow.

Prune-mulches impersonal sweat.

Wrathful, it herds lemons

into ambiguous compelling floods.

~ + ~

I love you, who lost me,

in the dead metaphorical

morbid always.

~ + ~

The true however

looks at all things as shining

each

under the grass

stippled

dispossessed

hill ripples

~ + ~

Buds! In the Cemetery

the drifting hats of tourists waiting for the O of the BBQ

illusions of the blank burnt unguent branches talking about dew

and a sky, dying into sleep in the neighbor's bed

~ + ~

little nobodys gush

from the pasted disrepair

of order's woven song

~ + ~

the cold glitter of geese, the cold

drafts of the flowers, the cold rim of

the perilous swamps

~ + ~

I am the knowing of being

steel-bright

beyond still

a whirlwind

spent plan

~ + ~

toward the circa dissonance of the stage

a madman uncoils a stone

night

falling thru a horizon

grazes salty gardens

~ + ~

Such sinking folk abolished

O domestic mess

unused sugar

watt cord

pregnant basin, chemical

grackle's kisses

indiana in the mind,

the hunger of the sweet forgotten

and the time of blood

woven about the sick

broken strangers

bread

~ + ~

In the darkness

of the smoothness

of the moving earth

the Animals are naked.

~ + ~

They moved into my sleep, and accompanied

my murmuring animal's phosphorous breath.

Tails & light, a gnarled rock.

I was happy. There is worse gladness.

A sudden beautiful blood

heart-glued my need

to a touch of fruit.

~ + ~

INVESTMENT WHITTLING

A lump of smelted plates

in the lair of dead Mnemosyne.

Begging for the waver of a river-beds

that define tears.

Remember the bronzed inconsequential

prophet bundled at last into the hand,

waiting in the mind.

~ + ~

A bird homes in the sky

poured like dried butter

barking within the moth-eaten Spiritus

thirsty in its empty mall, screaming

at our stirring umbrellas:

we are briefcase hard

in the sense of the heart

shining on the road

a storm glinting

from mediation slogans

a swan flickering

just over the nude curbstone,

sick, knotted

~ + ~

the pavement door

smells herbivorous

~ + ~

I am safe

to betray the day

~ + ~

With a sluice through the withered pinched dark.

Her Wind like the inner tide. The Wind.

And a cliff of spastic steel.

Quick teeth from palaces.

~ + ~

Crumbling the bare sitting mind,

we have here!

~ + ~

story-duty

miracle—more

rarity-wind

diamond-dust

yesterday-neon

after-taste

in-sight

~ + ~

Curing a dead McMama

I prayed to love

to enslave the walls

to satisfy the clicked-on lamb

~ + ~

my tendons

unhealthy, spasm

and the crow's air

with phosphorescent blood

dreams like a mouse

~ + ~

sea-light,

whose smell of the moon

at the mouth of the poetic

blind  opened  whale limbs

~ + ~

Deep-embroidered Goliath,

hide

the taut promise of difference it—I

and God bred in you

palm the glass flower;

Thucydides knows what?

-- we're miniature, just

shadow famous and one day ...

~ + ~

Urine ocean

wetting the temple

and your torso, a bathroom.

No more  marginal

dampness.

~ + ~

I balanced on unpenetrating bounty

Thought that is sweet.

Stolen work. And I grow homesick.

~ + ~

nayl{.e}d gynst

Blue chilly Freud, on the rocks,

thought bled in the mouth

Then, there's no mind and

the shallows spun -- hushed

To call

each door

~ + ~

Wallowing in the cake; stranded

moldy between immense stars

under a porch of white-collar light.

The first to come, covet

the dead crabgrass;

their hands are suburbs.

~ + ~

Lost in the blood's mountainous knockoff

flowing in the Up-followed moments

Unreeled in a gusting heaven

of Magenta relations.

Speechlessly, we

searched for summer's

devotion

~ + ~

center : stones

opening

laws to fresh

sun-light & passions

warm upon love's trace

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15-08-2017. Drowsy, awaiting pickup.

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~ + ~

AT 463

Depopulation

sci-fi-style

I make an ongoingness.

Never to be.

~ + ~

And there winter sets up their enchanted legs

A god hunted;  standing in the graves of gold;

In habitats of weeping winter.

Some thing is  the origin

a "real-life" wise attachment.

What's like a What

~ + ~

Rattlesnake      wetness,

poured on the wilderness.

Mountain

salt ghosts.

~ + ~

Puritanism of the 4th

and the totems of facts

grow traversely isolated

as that will be —

the shroud of display

the face of the next days is heard;

there is no reference to

the 19.

I am lent waves,

voices that sleep vision

~ + ~

LIKE THE GROUND~DWELLERS,

me growing toward me

down where self-defeat

screams

notching

the-levee-powder love

that you  just got astride

~ + ~

Dark wind —

how we pass

And the heads of the mountains

melt.

~ + ~

from Affliction

It doth amaze me to be empty. unhoed--

currant, M&Ms-- detroit, Heaney,

tinguish crossed.

I view Nature as what's tired. Tightened

selfish possible voices

mingling there

in the absolute opium,

window

unbelievable my heart

~ + ~

Still, we lie old,

betting environmental thoughts!

Once ravished

sent faith

The godsome alabaster of observation

the weight of the page

Politics whose love is

mostly this.

~ + ~

Down the bald. Deep cotton --  Uncues,

I, let it, Entangled,

Preserved, Extend me, Vanishing.

~ + ~

half-gelatinous

Freudness bard

pitfall report

moisture garrison

~ + ~

the empty surf

becomes my memories

~ + ~

within the heart is dark

tight-fisted perhaps

in the nowhere of some

hummingbird machinery

wholesome bitterness. chain: wanting;

entire permanent tree: intermediate promise

: spirit radiation : brittle or dull.

~ + ~

The earth bundled steel all night,

shells that sank horizons.

~ + ~

the body clean

in its textures

follows one mask

around the alien

joy of being

alterity pulp

~ + ~

smelted barefoot

let the dead

unused  silence

of the  distances

look down

without nothing.

~ + ~

the radiant brand

in the whimpering

forest of the city

was never

expected to be

lovely

~ + ~

Broken in the first summer.

A wave in primitive drift. I am

scratched darkness. A market

after-ceremony of lawnmowers

within which a  limpid river

comes down.

~ + ~

Brought Back Into the Whole Garden

I woke spewing music

A second voice exuding

A strange damp truth

~ + ~

your elegant step could barely show

the weightlessness of the relentless world

the whole cosmos opening before the path

the worlds of the city's blood

the numbers nailed to the drift

an old man and two women who see through sand

~ + ~

$5,000 to

Save NATURE

proselytizing, the sub-zero pizza revenge!

immobile mew and emerge, through the seat to bed.

the sycamore loops meticulously,

tasting your regrettable rewind

~ + ~

WAS THE BIG WHERE

PUFFED FRATELLI

AND BURNED WEDGE!

~ + ~

In the groin of my mind,

a gigantic whim beckoned

I would put

color into my belt

and chew legalese.

~ + ~

a vision,

that allows

affection-gathering dumpsters

to sweat ingenuity

~ + ~

Gardia nomenclature

freedom Cheevy

saturation cigarette

vilest ass

Krugman, ECT, Baghdad goggles

~

faithful debts gleaming

flanked by flesh consent

~ + ~

HERE I RESOLVED TO HEAR ALL.

You learn to understand watermarks,

karma-looter cursed.

You burn

the buffet's sierras.

~ + ~

I had no fear

dawning, preened to sing

~ + ~

I covet visitation;

--I, her nest.

I tell this night that it was desperate.

~ + ~

Under a red branch new from a miracle

My children gouge the wooden charts

of a dreadful heart

On the same transparent shore,

I sat Lightning in the tesselation

~ + ~

Night poured into destiny's shrunken bucket.

The encrusted, cadenced plaything of the disease.

We argue existence's ash-grey violence.

Locusts among the bushes of the evening.

~ + ~

Touch, consume, dominate.

And slip through altitudes, heaving.

In the brief black summer sky unseen

In the silent length of affinities

gut-sifting peremptory repertoires.

~ + ~

Beauty is unfaltering

It drives each thing,

heats our shirts and tiles,

and bruises the hour-glass.

~ + ~

I am so yours.

It blows my yogin exquisite mind.

~ + ~

tongue snowshoes for everybody

gliding through the quartz stallion

~ + ~

my heart

wheels blurred

telling me

a parable of the world

~ + ~

the pained grinding

console rot

that keeps the sun ripened

snail in an empty glass

a heartfelt

silence

crowds

the fossil

~ + ~

Apertures

I curved the rooms of blood.

Cherubim in Central ceremony's Center,

Orestes-like, a plow to practice splinters,

and wound each wood, and bring salt into numbed churches,

a secret anvil slavery

leaping in an hour of wine.

~ + ~

so to fathom this

where no one may discover

where the roof works at the mouth

and dreary-voiced wheat

leaks a bright scar

we'll take the identity of waves

momentarily uprooted sweaters

and the chill of brung-homes coals

marveling over the question of the midnight

~ + ~

THE STALACTITES

disappeared

like inert cream

from an awning

of horny sleep

~ + ~

wide mauve junipers

shimmered in the wind

fat old & the color of lips

~ + ~

AND HER EYES

touched like a 100 watt lamp

his frozen face

etching clean lines

into the sun

~ + ~

Are you going home?

Outside, apples the color of homage

bend abiding heads into sleep

Blurry immortal fresh

faithless spuds

shine as if oblivions

~ + ~

For cold lies heaven

to kill most lost

beauty

~ + ~

There is nothing

that is not slaughter

and all the distant afternoon

clouds settle

where the spring moss flowering splinters

~ + ~

Oh, born we died

at their call

giving to our mouths

ash

~ + ~

And low, poised in the mind

that designed,

mother will, in we

who make

the goddess

radiant

The universe

is not a part but

single, nothing.

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16-08-2017. Ambivalent.

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~ + ~

Orgasm, a sky too bright

early before stars, poured

scattering free homes and

pent, hurrying glass

~ + ~

the book of the hole

the last red door

the deer coming from the home

bring storms

and an ostrich

~ + ~

Sage worms

moon-scented (sacred,

delicate, individuated, entamed,

dissolved, uncoiled, indecent)

appal the sunbeams

~ + ~

To bless  the cloud

(emptied  unveiled bewitched  subdued)

a young voice levitates

~ + ~

I thought that nothing thought,

my hand  where I had loved you.

I thought we had died,

deeper than the quick.

Sometimes I saw a Summer,

and thought  of everyone.

In the vein of the hours,

prophesying never fading.

~ + ~

Flesh like a foaming compact nesting

battered movement to mend a mouth.

We paid the horizons with flesh,

soothed the many-petalled sky.

I was forgotten.

I in a pale grave.

I shrieking in the water.

~ + ~

You took the first

room, and there had a vision to keep

a moment, for a moment cannot resist

talent which might rise into the earth.

~ + ~

Brilliant and mercurial as the unconcerned

trimmings of an afterlife, the Receiver kept

her vase face open softly to the last creek rose.

And crossed the border crater where

A rooster burned, outlined in cold petals.

~ + ~

Silence lights the hills

floating green, shallow flowing.

maintaining with a joke, exile fangs,

as sandstone basks

in the desert vertebrae

~ + ~

i-seen, random

on the drowned train

summer, then, helps them plunge

into the sea of love

a turnstone

inspired by machines,

a vast unconscious

~ + ~

Star-points insist

Sun mould-black

Underground splinters

Phallus fogs our skin with dust,

and the Firebird, you, frightened

the core of my body

~ + ~

Sing--mystery

She was not dead.

The bones of her day

faced the open lost old crab

carving incursions

under the ground

with his male gangster song:

"O, toilet ... "

~ + ~

Angelic doves make my book

root sniff the metal

of inconvenient lions;

ebbtide scavengers

of delicate space

thinking of pain.

~ + ~

A daughter's flower.

She is like the winds

circus wire, laughing

circulatory, in the jaguar lights

dreaming the universe

~ + ~

A HIGH-SCHOOL GUN

wander each night in shadows,

proud, plight, spoiled

feed silk a Hurricane

and see her pale miraculous hair

reveal what must be done

to the last endangered contraptions

~ + ~

A love

lifted momentarily

from an avenue

of serpents

Blue, the table,

the milk, on the pock-marked

telephone.

Now my mother, afraid of holding air

in her arms, stops the silence

ringing in her mouth.

~ + ~

My being sheltered

destroyed screaming.

~ + ~

watching rain

pale fruit

wet

nestle  everywhere.

~ + ~

balancing logos

like a curve of breath

to the feet of her own ear

she lay perfectly in birth

and round her calling tongue

held ephemeral literati

in hot innocent stains

~ + ~

It takes quiet to feed

the Sea

~ + ~

The mist

cramped

clitoris

untied the wall.

~ + ~

We are the sex

of strangers,

putrified, when alone.

~ + ~

Nowhere is the empty web of every day a Letter.

~ + ~

I sit in ashes ground.

No matter, no, going here. The light?

Indeed, understands. Because we wake

In the aiming clothes of machines.

~ + ~

Deep

within my head

(before the lights

naked polished

the storm)

a change.

~ + ~

What will I think of you?

If I hear you in the foaming

back shadow swipe of my plastic knife

silencing the mist.

~ + ~

Thought walked the hills

to think words

unweaved, placed on your skin.

~ + ~

I come in, pushing underneath the sea,

Keen to intrude, to celebrate entering.

~ + ~

I am infixed hiding upon the broken ecstasy.

Everything I think I haven't sang.

~ + ~

Four bones kept me heavily dead.

A secret, not meticulously,

started carving Spring.

A serious heart

awoke a sun, in the broken

and vagrant-fissured dust.

~ + ~

I think in tilt, bicameral bereft

curiosity, shattering cultures and war.

~ + ~

the fires that count backwards for Berlin

comprehend the labours of earth

the tumbling honeycombs of earth

the seasons of perpetually chattering bedrooms

the abyss of beginnings

one would expect

when each thing

is green

~ + ~

sun-lit machinations

mushing among the matrixed flower

whispering our oscillating blood

~ + ~

Her last weariness drooped into my pain

where the smoke-severed rich sea

Deconstructed the One Forgotten by fire.

~ + ~

utter grief wakes behind the hunger of songs

~ + ~

demand the cessation of language

heartfelt

uninterrupted,

lined with laughter

words gleam

in the sea

where we walk

~ + ~

TIMOROUS EYES

Never touch blood.

Awake the universe.

Earn 19752010

Open the climbing water.

~ + ~

Above you

the world

was eating shadows.

~ + ~

And I

think really

of that pain

Older than I am,

snarling

and deserted,

becoming my soul.

~

The indifference-resined world—

never quite touched.

The bee

a throbbing heart

in the mind.

~ + ~

NOTHING BUT THIS PLACE.

I walked the price of my dear beauty.

Presence of passions, reeking grove,

feathered and bright meadows; wild dark heaving

unreasonable hatreds, a simple vow.

How many anesthesiologists do you know?

~ + ~

As one

does

one wrapped

time.

~ + ~

Shall we burn every year in the wakeful

Blood and remember dominoes?

~ + ~

I sat on meteors

in a church of old

word—catastrophes

found blank

in field-flower

prisms:

fiends and satin-logic

murmurings of night

~ + ~

For it All Requires Rearrangement

Miseries walk in the manifold

secret light of the earth.

Our shadows lift

the black brow

of branches,

swinging forever.

Lifted in heartbeats or unhappiness,

desperate windows in us

Assault sprawled and butchered woods.

~ + ~

high on the idea

of young love

sleepless : sickness

~ + ~

SO OFTEN MOCK-HORMONAL --

Clouded as a wire. hand-painted,

bars on which the strokes

of the arcing walls of tombstones gape:

We are pain,

coleslaw, moon apple

media whims, and white-washed

stares, perched in a fresco.

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17-08-2017. Morning coffee.

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~ + ~

Everyone is gone,

rendering love

in the sun's spires

so calm and dangerous,

their forests pure and correct

their memory corner needles evolving

a being real dreamed thought

before disappearing in a stream

of passion: wounded muffled light

~ + ~

AND UNKNOWN.

In the madhouse

he had already frayed the lobster

wove some intangible beginnings into predictions

pictures were made bodies

and everything, unnamed -- cried:

slow the mind

~ + ~

It begins in your hair

iceberg rationalism, alone,

valour crackling

blood

~ + ~

There we lay; some bedstraps crossing the edge of the sills,

shrieks of light costuming the waterfall against the pear.

We come back into the crusted air, in the grave,

laugh in (exhaled, fanatic)

moss passion, where skin

comes to praise.

~ + ~

It was still comparative

a skein of forms

full of glades

protests and the clear pointed city

cutting out nimbostratus

we were following

hallelujah coupled sharks

thru the halted war

~ + ~

naked angel

visiting the stranger

because the rock

desired   wounds

~ + ~

We all laboured to posture rhyme,

Which been lacking, on the outcrop

Among the tonguing temptation, and the sidewalk

Dripping fire

~ + ~

The wind masters

the raw crystal-formation

belonging to open delay.

Virus, Triton, Rumsfeld, Armado.

Pipes shuffling suiciding blows.

~ + ~

And I go,

Ended in the gladness of the soul

I say that every day is a morning

failing, confused and sparse

I hold sleeping book—word powers;

I am a shrimp propellor.

And the daisies.

I believed I made.

~ + ~

Blue fog flows

emerald across hot

sunlight

displaced

note of a heart

song

~ + ~

IN THE FROTH-CORRUPTED HOLD.

glide

above the race

hear the stars

disturbing toil

curve

the palpable

flower

among my ribs

~ + ~

meat jargon

lean on the dry land

walk the burrow again

the closets

keep everything there

beasts

~ + ~

Predators.

Good-looking. Alluring.

Maneuvered an old conversation clause

until the first-born wretched Mother of charity

Has to pay.

~ + ~

And the weaving,

Camouflaging the shifting,

Exhales.

~ + ~

Change is sick.

Profane; in the fact.

Luring me to the midnight heart

where the moon gods bear my milk

unlovable: my great lover,

#40067 closed the sun

A black beak hung in my bucket.

~ + ~

Song of Sex

A woman's mouth is

painted on the horizon

thickening its shining spring, the dark grass is poured

in her first tree, and the coated bud of the night grows

by the moon that puts her life against the day,

walking over old reason toward the dead

~ + ~

You will survive the bruises

from that euthanized trio

~ + ~

I tore my gown, soft among birches.

I absorbed the tongues of solitary animals.

I was the rockledge sun floating by the waters.

I saw bulbs gleam in the sweet blessed close-knit laughter of sorrow.

~ + ~

Constrained companions,

touch the grove

unmated, by the sob.

Tomorrow, replace

the spectacle itch:

help the sufficient

~ + ~

And in the wrath

Of this boat,

Strange cholera

Pains take on, through a thing of hands,

a dreadful stain

~ + ~

Possums, goslings, hoodoo bustling

ambiguous genre exquisite signs

A shadow of honey

shudders

~ + ~

the sun in her cries to thorn-ridged,

lullaby. then scalps the bombs' burial

the grand section of the eye, a petal

trapped in jaw-to-ass sweat

~ + ~

and, so entering the way

which is human

a thinning web of idols

blossomed

home over sun

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

18-08-2017. Raining. Grey.

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~ + ~

Confer, the mighty Crown

(Jove lay the mind)

And then, the dew wrote

mottled and pale wet

chance among thawed envy

~ + ~

doom the time of austere enclasping deserts

and wasted prescription and inclusion

in the inauspicious world pawned intermittent grass.

~ + ~

And this blood was to be counted

Called for later if we returned

it was to complete what things opened

and the bare facade of its (destructive and ashen) will

weaves every place like an old butterfat

curves crepuscule moss into meditation

~ + ~

ACROSS THE DEAD —

Lambs in a sky

of frozen

rumination, hooting,

to distract us

with retirèd doctrines

Standing in great darkness,

hauling the wind,

rising, slightly cold

~ + ~

AND THE ONE SHALL SCOLD FLESH

A great limping

Heart, soft on life —

apt to be ashamed

rode power into unendowed time

went to its knee in a swamp

of nourishing pills, - clean

watching the enthralled die

~ + ~

And Rhinehardt

ran from the rayon fence

ran from its wrath

And the world of authentic speed

walking the bubbles home

in the deepest plumes,

pawing your arm

~ + ~

1.

Numquam! O, I'm sorry

I had much-loved

yet careless, I die

and what therefore I didn't say

seeps in,  living,

returns, 1934-2014

As I ordered  the hours

Rejoicing,    to take away

the world.

~ + ~

Abandoned

I will sleep

in the shadow

of myself

~ + ~

A moth presses the old water

buys integrity from its heart

~ + ~

TO FIND.

life then, on the streaked floor

glistening, tamed, baked into odds:

wingbeats urging ego into delivery.

~ + ~

A FACSIMILE of topology

leads to my parents' trust

Juniper within a long-lived house

chanting the universe

An identity subjugation bed

of sac autumn trumpetvine sweetness

Winter of the soundless camping:

as I walk on the grass where the children grow

~ + ~

fronds, quilt-sized, need tunnels of clay

to brood,

and escape

what I do

to embrace you

~ + ~

The pensive sunburnt grave

on the centuries old field

where rain, warm from the sun,

makes sleeplessness

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

19-08-2017. Etching time. Itching reality.

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

~ + ~

probe more, weighing unions

reverent and sedentary

whisper molecular icons

~ + ~

implosion. hard-headed tragedy

turns on the brine that pedestrians sweat

the banished immeasurable migration

of bandages shuttering the sun

~ + ~

FOR THE DARK

Pacific leaves

are a bouquet

caress

Grammar

void bubbles

Weeping

wave-edges

Cabins below

clean reborn

reflections:

The head of the overturned roof, framed with stars.

~ + ~

cornea soul

you kick logic toward growth

and far from ashes, drown

a sentimental feather-white homebound

classic illumination in sludge

~ + ~

she dragged an alphabet near her ear

her legs, oxalis wonders, got up,

her hand, wrapped in iron rope, gripped

a pen over feathery entwined choices

~ + ~

I think what I want to think.

It's worth it.

I take the loophole in the ice.

Drink plummet.

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

20-08-2017. Partially concentrated.

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

~ + ~

Some will go no more

fools — destroyed

by dedication

Life wants to preserve

mysteries — dust

mergers with history

~ + ~

Accabee thrusts its diamond paws

forward to spell blood.

This is the morning of

Nothing. A season

Compelled by a city's breath.

~ + ~

I run.

I hear death.

The links sublime,

Accused, effect

Idiom, precious

Springs.

~ + ~

And the cool scent

of destiny cannot come, to leave

the evening where we crouch.

~ + ~

There is no etiquette of Surface

estuaires; cried pain

arousing dumb, drooling eyes.

~ + ~

No, I'm not happier, for money.

That gleaming dripline

tang of money

torn in an instant of

Epiphanies!

~ + ~

THEIR LUXURIANT LIGHT

Hawkes and the shapes of aphids, and

shining eggs-- cold blue

tossed slowly

Through a pulse of melodious access

by the fathomless light, that

childish plumage aches

~ + ~

Slipping on the altar,

Death's face

Watches fires.

Its hope

Eases, burning

Dead sleep.

~ + ~

I lend

this music's

tender ecliptic abbreviations

my joy

~ + ~

LIES.

We have to be some vast mushroom, worldly

as a strange thing in the tenet party. A fern pattern

caused by dread that shake context's statistics

when thoughts are abject.

~ + ~

Ride the sun, the thin dry

Frappuccino Heaven 50-50

Where Winter changes life

Into religious cargo.

~ + ~

Sometimes there is a moment

another tree circulating in the sky

a vivid god in the boat

an old man who never sees the vendors

~ + ~

I drooling, panicked at the past;

flames startled by the moon on the willows;

the tutelary coil share of dense, bored time.

~ + ~

Homecoming Acquaintances

~ + ~

Here, stands earth's clock.

The breath of a redone world:

played by debates and

strangled algaed light.

Songs don't change

what people say.

~ + ~

Humming, a landscape

buys our throat —

a vast whale

skin Okra buttock

fat fiddle B-ball

grape-purple psyche-door.

~ + ~

Here where I grew

stand the dead

guilty measures

of vigilant days

~ + ~

For years

I heard older water

breathing.

~ + ~

The screen twists in the long murk of

the humping street.

An exhaled marred soul,

not speaking, Bacchanal,

the way of the retreat

that brands the Island,

The leaves shut each night

dwindling to break.

~ + ~

the dead shy ridiculous xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx?xxxxxxxxxxxx

selects an austerity

thread for 1934-2014

~ + ~

HATS' FERAL IN HENDECASYLLABIC YAUCH

Get them: dendritic bugs.

The museum grimly (lush

perverse ease) turning

scattered, and seriously

sober dreams.

~ + ~

paradise tongue flocks

cataract cool

artisinal tension

blue

8.4%.

baby

~ + ~

sit on the sea

breathe the key

darkness

kissed

play

~ + ~

We saw in the silence

A crux

Waiting for a circular regret

~ + ~

WINGS

Floated

again

real

where it is endless.

~

15 years of water

vanished

forgotten

raw

and rough

~

before you, I'm

a beautiful saint

I'm a heart

shaking ear

from your swinging lawn,

I give you your window.

~ + ~

Birds

load the lake

with smoke

in the white spoil

of the moiré air

~ + ~

TOWARD THE SOUTH

torn euphoria

send the harvest

~ + ~

I BELONG

(traditional & useless)

to a tiny world

on the surface of the sun

my blushes

open stars

ruin bridges

~ + ~

I once felt

composure

obstinate

push the sky

to smile

~ + ~

how terrible this undreamt hair

The dead man's fists:

pinot dew, fox firebrand, residencia.

[exact translation]

~ + ~

PIERS

so quiet, this

pure closed-off creation

believes

light is

a wing

~ + ~

pebbled

inflouresence

damages how

gravitation sells

events

~ + ~

the scent of nymphal silver

found in the smutty ground

glistening sucks violent

Decline

~ + ~

sperm

primitive slime

waiting

for joy in her mouth

~ + ~

hairy

dog

frenzy

~ + ~

we mocked rocks

at the invisible gate

mimes, in the taxis of ken

~ + ~

sour and barefoot, tattooed with water,

those blossoms, old and sick, are songs

melting denial, as wide as the earth,

on which we breed

~ + ~

On the brazen sands of the future,

rocks burnt the voices of the ocean:

unseemly entanglements,

cages adopted  to last.

~ + ~

On the pulse of hello

three words

rub the cup

a bird flowing

as fresh as an old meadow

vagina

~ + ~

to preserve the rain

I eat others

~ + ~

Peach Reincarnation Fuse Diligence

soaked tender beasts

~ + ~

The strength of wild feathers

is all we have:

not the dead

standing in the doorway.

~ + ~

Eclipse All

Beautiful, too weak, I abate.

Dactylic and turnip blueberry,

higher full slate.

A Sibelius of hope, a gesture.

A striptease wreck dead path

running into the lake.

Almost suspicious.

No one listens

to the gods at home.

~ + ~

Mother dies, and armies

Dreaming of voices

conspire.

~ + ~

Self-love is woe.

I am a Hollowing

Self-poised Manifold

Hysteria-innocent

Swan on Honey.

~ + ~

AS STARS RISE TO SUBMISSION

an angry crowd

flirtation squall

snaked from weedsport bound

newspapers

~ + ~

small unknowns

horn step, cool bark

to stomp on the wing

of death

~ + ~

Camden. Honey. Thoracic. Refugio.

Oak spininess hushed in horses.

Grizzlies coiling joy.

The river that is doubt.

~ + ~

Death

fragile

I'm calling

softly

the disappeared

~ + ~

desperate incandescent

petrified transvestite

lame ravenous Jesus

~ + ~

And we Know Nothing of the Nest

the shivering armful of its silent surface

gathering snake, rabbit and maverick

in the kitchen of Endangered Imagination.

~ + ~

TO THAT THOUGHT, I JOINED SORROW

with ardor once more

to take away some hour

and stir its murmuring gutters

and dense, bark by the hedges

hiding my head over the upper lip of my neck

noting no place where thought could tread

~ + ~

I have no loss,

let them grieve and mock

this Quiet

~ + ~

So this keening wants to try,

the hard seat of the Haloed.

Perhaps the time that unaware,

Viaduct speckled, figures

Vernal satisfaction and love.

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

21-08-2017. Roofing crane loitering outside.

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

~ + ~

IN THE NIGHT

self-absorption asks:

should I do green?

remember the kitchen scalding blue?

buy rubber cigarettes?

double the hands, shrouded up like a tablecloth?

change before one last bored effort at sex?

~ + ~

I was seen dorking racehorses.

Teaching stones to sing. Opening

Airstreams through the maples.

I wanted to

whisper.

I'd give them a feel

I was doing nothing.

~ + ~

Louche mockingbird's heart on the sagging crest:

so pathetic,

Laugh to me, my heart

Grow on my throne like a stain.

Tread the sun with horrible chowder.

~ + ~

And meaning all the things I was to see

in my heart, your name.

~ + ~

MR. BIBLE IS NOT GOOD

me, I am better

me, clean earth

Mr Bible married such blessings

he loosened chubby silver quarreling.

I was the black slave plantations

where he had Churches and Sawmills.

I was the target

crosshatching on a she-whale's

side hit by his harpoon.

And his theft of death into heaven,

where death is enervated, I will not tolerate.

~ + ~

everything is afraid to sleep

and motion destroy:

yawning doubt.

~ + ~

Satan fruit-warmed

eyewhites and thatch

spit, with dead Angels

curled against the menopausal backlight

suffering

snug sad lives

destroyed by trivia

~ + ~

Isn't it incredible how Armageddon

insults reality? Darkening its fragrance

so that this small morning begins

with these light cries?

~ + ~

WHAT WE MUST TAKE TO THE END.

imprison me, Bardo

clouded symbol,

winter glass, pinewoods,

chest ground void,

sun pincers, mute brick.

~ + ~

CANCER

Much like a machine,

its undershirt is rivulet gasoline.

And it is the duty, the stone, and the abyss

hands of judgment.

And it is an attribute of honey,

when it frees the light of God.

~ + ~

I watched stars

know surrounding

~ + ~

And when Odyssey came to windmills

with the scent of the harbour

I was a man, though I had to sleep

and slept in the crying way of the moon: rose-amber,

upholstered at three-forty-five. I could see nothing

but to write this as it burned.

~ + ~

Hot dolphins sack

the horizon where men in scorned Infection

command an abyss.

Not Infected with

the pleasant old

inimitable meditation of dreams

but an Infection

within my throat

driven by quartz light to fire.

~ + ~

I've kissed my dreams

on your tongue.

~ + ~

Pride throws him on the moss, the grave

molten bars that tiptoe down, smoking

the sound of yellow blooms, curled

on a film of champagne horses.

~ + ~

"In the future, we have to spend to die."

~ + ~

Moon

stirred the grief

of man.

Wet PCBs

and bourbon

of a distant accumulated shroud.

~ + ~

There was the sky again!

And now we die

In a mall

As sacred slaves.

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

22-08-2017. Typhoons of rain and sun in Montreal.

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

~ + ~

Along the swelling ridge of eagle's willow estuary

a searching wolf roams the hardwoods

Among rivers born

dripping from the hills

Where sun

strikes earth.

~ + ~

I have seen restless words pitying the experience

of human history, the immaculate shadow

beating in the music of Nations

the cross of pressure

on beauty to purify.

~ + ~

THE YEAR'S HEART

still in its fallen glowing lax

radiating Congo bright shirt

wondering if the burning clouds

and rice closed in its flowers

get their wars from random catalogues

~ + ~

A MILD PACKAGE AROMA

I think with some indifference, the music of the heart

composed of soft birch buds and eucalyptus

is an encumbrance,-- nothing else.

~ + ~

We perish in these arteries,

these books done for the poor.

Sad afternoons flensing the cycles of the lily,

The radio, a stone, pecked-over, in dusty rain.

~ + ~

Words sleep to sing to each other.

~ + ~

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

23-08-2017. Roofing overhead, focus dust.

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

~ + ~

Ah, to the Church I came in September

triumph burned into my coherence

torrents enclosed merrily in my amazement

to fuck soot-blooming wood-nymphs

in that ignoble place where absorption denied pain.

~ + ~

A TINY

Chamber of frozen breasts

in bed, mouths silent

calm, each sweet glass thigh meadow

mouth, a blotted spurter, a pious

bowel. Puzzlement unrehearsed.

~ + ~

Locusts

Leaned through the field with conclusions

I couldn't remember, lusts tangled

and clamped, lured by music

in the dark, through the old city

to the cruel heart, gene pack.

~ + ~

Side glistening

and blue

with the wind

we came back to their villages

beneath their sickly lights

where stains evicted streams into dust

folded up

a hurricane

to light the pier

sutures

where insects invited

night onto the shore

~ + ~

This is the journey: spasm scream.

War smells better. The fallen star,

the bitten deer, the tracked fireflies,

the sweat of green dust.

An underground orchard, clay

touches in the fields. Alone:

its shadow ripens constellations

of foaming tears.

~ + ~

Illuminated whispering

cut the Damasque throat

voluptuous muscle

of precision, releases

the fragile bark of perfumes,

solemn flowers, clear days

The smell of metal

~ + ~

the sun was on the floor

new-grown, dozing and waiting

as if in snow

~ + ~

Sometimes I too betray the world behind my tongue.

I let Sight, who is not apprehensive, speak.

My avocado self makes me burn

a message that slips from the womb.

~ + ~

behind that most abundant froth

stand the stained rods of virtue

an existence some remember

and when profitable exalt

~

on this lake

rain drives

my tongue

~ + ~

we did not chew

gold in the abyss

nor triumph

over trauma's

singing body

~ + ~

I am with everything

perceived:

A catheter memory of a happy childhood

Where life wouldn't end on some trampoline.

My bike, big vases, and a strewn arbor --

All that I have become summon lies.

~ + ~

the spirit of the heart

was the chemistry

which welcomed delight

~ + ~

On the live sea, a sentiment.

A holy boat caught in an oblique

odor; frightened, carved from its

sleep, buds.

~ + ~

She never puts it in verse:

does not embed skin

in the telling.

She, in self-denial, receives the rats.

In her wing-burdened arms are mint walls,

and mists that sing of plums.

~ + ~

In the fruit of fungus stand signs: death breathing

starlight, birds immune to curses,

cliffs of actions, the swaying dawn

of love's tranquil frost.

~ + ~

After many poems, I'm like

smoke among sea-waves

diving thrust-out blurry

~ + ~

Along the Sun’s wondrous beam of axioms,

love mates with the coffins.

~ + ~

myths

wake

home

light

~ + ~

Death's lifeless skin torches individuation,

enclosing it inevitably into depths.

Leaving the formless

unremarkable name of hope

at the door of the garden in the throat.

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

24-08-2017. Just another day.

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

~ + ~

THE GATE

Should I drive on empty?

as I methamphetamine

smooth over the slow

enslaved flame

~ + ~

When I will be gone?

Murmurest at the murmuring

Seams of an hour's quick burning grace

~ + ~

To Abstraction

Bring Artifice

~ + ~

Lakeview, up the hillside, on the land

where misshapen goats watch precarious nature.

Here hunger looms:

prison! dogsleds, caveman gaseous, lexicals all-at-once,

and sandwich's stench.

Art doing a sublunar polestar protest all alone.

~ + ~

Everyone who seems to be living came

from a dream in the sky

muttered light of larva.

~ + ~

my ecstasies happened

and limped as mist

agonized unpatterned gulps

lump dwelling in thumping

enlanting indecipherables

~ + ~

A fear of earth turned back to its heart.

A machine sleeps there in the bridges it renewed.

~ + ~

Plutocracy Buffet.

"Metamorphoses?"

Our resentment is here.

Waving at the sun,

to take penitence

in a gilded bathtub

of cold silk

on Facebook.

~ + ~

The light of sound on the body,

convinced of ashes, in stillness

choleric mites, and crop green,

queries fit to O0000OOOO,

falcons to a stratagem.

I am so bitter.

Why must I feel so complete?

~ + ~

If singing I bring you to be

unbroidered in an orchard of vagueness

bringing thrush home with Sappho

to understand the long-forgotten

~ + ~

Still I lie like a tree

where the lone stone light unwrappable

counterturns up from your face

and the last recycled scrawny texture

of snow dented spring, the car

red clad in rust; turns my weight reading

to spare your mastery, plucks a hum

directly from the hole.

~ + ~

Yield to the garden of union

murmur an elemental storm

chrysolite ecstasy

primeval stain

~ + ~

hemlock tumult of the self

dejected bird

tucked nectar

~ + ~

Repent sweetness,

peering through the dry splendour

She appeared in

Every thought

As acoustic chalk:

Virgin to the obsession petal

~ + ~

in my head

mud and waves

~ + ~

Flood-tide at the sea,

pealing. Rattles, flames:

And you who loomed unhindered flaking

in the amber bandages

of self-inflicted

specialized disability

Worthless till

proficiency, hobbled near

a dry reflection of Midsummer

calm.

There is nothing but this forever!

~ + ~

Trade

The Pains of Weepers

For Laundry: Deathcolored, White

Mouths: faint and interspersed

On a nameless Page, Striplings

Shrieks and swift Ghost Pulse

Comical vermin sullen Stones.

~ + ~

We are the lure of love

Anything, even non-placed

plunging mud. Or a sleep:

cold and elemental

seething in itself

~ + ~

Erase the copse and soar,

but do not go higher than the waves

or stray over the broken orchard

Tides strewn with chastity and bones

Televisions underfoot, trampling mimesis

Reconstructing an unbearable descent

Stacked and scorched absence,

Filtered sweat, and choreographed desire.

~ + ~

for the abundance

of the hope

of the wind:

yawning,

I focus

on the playground.

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

25-08-2017. Placid beside a new orchid.

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

~ + ~

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