RERITES

November 2017

All poems in this book were written by a computer, then edited by a human in November 2017.

Algorithm:

LSTM neural network.

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

jhave@jhave-Ubuntu:~/Documents/Github/pytorch-poetry-generation/word_language_model$ python generate_2017-INFINITE-1M_October.py   --checkpoint='/home/jhave/Documents/Github/pytorch-poetry-generation/word_language_model/models/2017-10-29T21-27-01/model-LSTM-emsize-1600-nhid_1600-nlayers_2-batch_size_20-epoch_10-loss_6.00-ppl_402.21.pt'     --cuda --words=77 --data=data/2017_1M_rerites_6month

System will generate poems of 77 words each, perpetually, until stopped.

TEMPERATURE Range: 0.75 to 1.25

PyTorch Poetry Language Model.

Trained on approx 600,000 lines of poetry

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CORPUS derived from:

Poetry Foundation, Poets.org, Jacket2, Capa, Evergreen Review, Shampoo, and previous RERITES

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Mode: LSTM

Embedding size: 1600

Hidden Layers: 1600

Batch size: 20

Epoch: 10

Loss: 6.00

Perplexity: 402.21.pt

~ + ~

His rifle scrawled in his lap

Horrid eyes in an awful cave

I have suffered forty years

Times manifold like the Swans mingling

Cold as the puzzled Wind

Where the ships beat away

For I am not here

And I do not pretend

~ + ~

Stout Fields Next to a Butterfly

Philosophy's Strangled Neck

Contrived to mix eternity,

conceiving to unite careless

murder, salacious and vapid science

and to leave thirst, heart-piercing

strong and deserted, snowblue in granary dust

~ + ~

At The Last

I felt a kind of writing

in the heart

I found the one who made me

years ago, thinking of dust

I gathered my dissolved dreams,

and hid patience in this book.

~ + ~

Goddamn Winged

Hurts are a perfect ending

For the vacancy of years.

So in fixed light and silence

And the numb flack of July

Mothers of each family

Drag a law toward old men

As they decide on the graves

for us human potatoes

~ + ~

O We are Reptiles

I dance now in the the old lagoon,

plow the driveway, look and blow out air,

gnaw a great breeze, dark and

wild as the yawning

years, while my many little children,

seditious, make jewelry water.

~ + ~

At birth we are bought horror shards

re-enact undrinkable marrow tech

~ + ~

those tigers must be dead

in the chorus meadow

~ + ~

Rotate toward wealth aromas

McMama-Ready Dealer-Spirits

Pridefull yard-dog hair-dye

handy-care shot-smile cries.

High-heeled sacramental half-angered

meat-crusades: chuffed sober

Righteous islands of concentration.

~ + ~

Quietly, worship me again.

Bitter coals, Ellen Lindenhoffer.

Venusians assault with 0.534

Asset light -- gem-cutter spiders,

dogs, pillheads, and a patented $120

cellulose pesticide.

~ + ~

Peep

watch him watching the gray

morning over a hermit river

~ + ~

Deep in a deadwood pool

source shakes.

Euripides' gods will die!

Even as time-mama-phanic stars

taunt paths with pinwheeling

statistical loops.

~ + ~

After Months of Kneaded Ratios

Hundred-year-old avocados,

feed the hammer knife

deliciously captured blood

~ + ~

We scaled the ochre darkness

tracing green reeds over the corkscrew hills

along dim blue limbs of light.

Each at every block of the prayer

planted an eye to see the cradle:

a peacock on a pillow,

a tongue under a frozen sky.

~ + ~

Lost As Silences

Start from the country, a sorrow

weed that bends a postcard dark.

It's one more excellent foolish

fire to die from.

Attractively, its heart-honored flames,

call on bellies to protect circulation.

~ + ~

I open

my dark eyes

abhorring my life.

~ + ~

Quiet --

Recall this world,

have no hope to endure.

It's then so eloquent

as if a book

~ + ~

Pan Moves Erratically Over a Different Bridge

He waited, much rapturous over the world,

hoping the sun's scarce writing on a clouded lake

might spell birds or mermaids.

And he can't remember how to make

the flawed arguments of names

into separation.

~ + ~

That day the artist-god: a half-dead entity

enormous, arrived ermine-bright

full of rust

Sadness kept reflecting intelligence, valerian

wrinkling water, the studded horned doorways,

rolling dry upon rocks.

~ + ~

Concealed

wolves.

avaricious.

sparsely placing translation-bracken thorn

fatigue-smoking fingertips behind ash-gray

zealous whole-flour purgatories

~ + ~

With the fierce light

Of a great strangering

Imagination entered a lazy sky.

Real air

Circled the hub.

~ + ~

Calm, back-lit in the brain,

considered praise or fear stems.

As a brown hawk draws in granite,

surely, finally, flirtatiously

Weary apprentices stare

at pools pale with scum.

~ + ~

I earned the blue light

It was my happy surge, my song

I drew the glass, met your eyes

trembled, and said: "By you ..."

~ + ~

Dinosaurs

honeyed grief

spit  out

the last cloud

~ + ~

Dinna Levertov

Waits for you

With an anatomical truth

Suspended in Green jelly.

~ + ~

She unwrapped love,

yes, so familiar:

Mildew, pigeons, shrubbery,

death! An enticing devotion:

Silent conviction sponge

the line between bodies.

~ + ~

I am continuous:

anticipating midnight incessant,

blushing truths,

Boulders

doodling deepening

causes to sing

A sweet cliff

to extend over.

~ + ~

Gagging Eve

time wriggled off alone

past the schadenfreude

celebration of those unheard

~ + ~

121311

The milky labor of a rainbow:

life-giving clumps of empty inscriptions.

Laughing willow-vicious

fluffy reproachful precedents

Destroy 52% of truth.

~ + ~

And when the head dwells in the green

gutters and moves that horizon

where the body wanders

and the stones are blocked with

the long bones that anchor the sun,

the heart, and its rider, gleam.

~ + ~

In the loss of the hope of what

it is to take in this morning

The storm or the stream

where no one will look

~ + ~

Warm wide-open Orchard-smooth

tender-unconscious compliant-Present!

~ + ~

Grief's forklift-curled

deep-green blood-eyelids

guide the day to lyric's

defenseless mire

fire, desires

huddling

unstated

~ + ~

We are lavender drifting through this

square, our settled mountains do not answer.

~ + ~

infinitly defeated

by such an unchanging beauty

follow the raw air

past the wired roots

~ + ~

Lack is a magnetic fence

a sapling blade of the sun

a curl that counts pity

~ + ~

felons. burnished.

the surgeon at the end

confined, wrapped with plumage.

~ + ~

a viral

wrinkle

Questioning a Guiltless Delinquent Oracle

fed pebbles to the canned absurd weekend

~ + ~

garden-mould

irreducible—

contemptuous

and gulls

racing overhead

~ + ~

Music

Out of the heat beyond land,

the oblivion of the heart,

and the angels' seas.

The waves are broken.

The dreams of the soul

the first songs of the isle,

the breath of the wild,

the clear wind.

~ + ~

Two whistles, two thousand scrolls.

I am all the way into the question.

Somewhere, my chewed branches,

my gray birds, my goats, and

my hands incur immense flowers,

as though my nerves were a suitcase.

~ + ~

Savagery

Riots brush Jericho Necrotic access

across the screaming Beasts of skies;

What want intent?

a running world without position

a grabbed river of ecstasy.

Hash. wall.

~ + ~

I have wandered so much seeking

peace, -constantly dissatisfied

accepting noise as madness, rejecting

the war faith, glistening naugahyde

diving for the common honey

body hides in resistant hole

~ + ~

'Tis time to curse this day

since the world's bliss is in me,

and the world is lonely.

~ + ~

Sonnet

My heart is behind me, the wind turns to

Shadow on the fallen grass. I have thought

Something alone with my reason as it

Sits in the cold stream eating raving hints

Cleaned in the springs of the mixed ibises.

Every stone a breast, a subjection

Which can never lighten this scar loan mouth.

A note swimming awake through dead polite

Delight. Such soft ripe accents of spirit gain

Enough lechery to veil the canker

Trivia. Restraint! Random temptation!

Consummation uprisen from leafmould,

Wanders self-denial protoplasm.

~ + ~

hammers retexturing

the roads, a dozen trees peel

the wind and reveal the blood

of a distant solar landscape.

~ + ~

Omen Solitude in which the Bomb Prays

for the last bridge, with a clock

in the river of the sky

knows that it is not

insincere

~ + ~

Somewhere one or two short years

Spawn thru cracked and yellow light,

Leaking unpredictable conversations.

Raining passionate heat,

A hundred colors hissing.

~ + ~

in the pond,  they hoped

for money,  the language

of the one  God

the dead one

~ + ~

sleeping

and every thing was thereon tired

with no discordant motion but

the dark bud chug numb of spring's weeping neck

no more than one speaks of stars, or of what

the brink repeats up and down as it loves

~ + ~

clutterdust

drawn from nature's  latest  dream

illuminates the edge of these fervors like

a thoughtless poet

~ + ~

because this world is the end

there is room

for old age

~ + ~

Where cruelty and gristle whisper

tiresome grief infantalises dead

cursed creation, perennial

and stubborn as a lock.

~ + ~

Think of the grave as a wall

anarchy crafts from flesh

The gloss of a kennel

with sky for feet

~ + ~

Order?

the sap is done with the wounded

and just the soul

is down

I know what I say

to my heart

~ + ~

loose in tender fields

on the glossy lawn

she would drop the dark

and in the field of the field

complement returning with a fearless wing!

~ + ~

Vortextique Approves

~ + ~

Now we say it is as if the bells dropped out

as if the humming lights are beating

nascent heads sequestered everywhere

Nantucket light, the wind-like splitter wings

bent, the lashes and the face bent,

and the trial bent in bed

bees and angel

make assured poets

bent

~ + ~

She goes inside the window for me

to brush the hidden land

~ + ~

This morning gentle rain

tongues light frosty snares

snaking thru tinctured sentences.

Hollowness comes, curdling to scatter

longing intervals connected

by climax. Idle, gone, a future caged

swoons inhaling someone's story, a

wanderer dazzled by rolling light.

~ + ~

This godawful grilled pool.

Puglia righteousness flesh curl.

Inquisition tinsel.

Institutional curtains' bull.

~ + ~

empty banks burst across

the maternity bridge

lugging absurd sandfleas

from the unpremeditated

abacus of language

~ + ~

Deep in my core

my body holds

each word.

~ + ~

Buried quarry-slave

Sunshine chuckling argued

Over a map that counts beams.

~ + ~

Architecture Of All

broken, Gathering -- thinking

Still-born, where all are all

together in revery.

~ + ~

garbagecan verification

[0]

bones: another phrase

~ + ~

cash heat

usury sex

~ + ~

as if sleeping

in your brain

blindness is

a kind of shame

possessing eternity

~ + ~

And as young Penelope casts

a flawed fable to the centre

Sunlit vines seed diamond shadows

on maple leaves in the old depths.

A light autumn rain ticks all night

to feed the worms a silent clock.

~ + ~

mitochondria pilgrims

besieging   pearls

~ + ~

crystallized

reclusive

contingent

technoflesh

spasmodically

enslaved

everyday

worlds

~ + ~

and in these holes

heterosexuals invincible

undreamed

~ + ~

Clear off the masks

which guard night:

I want reason to be crying,

Let everything else last!

Choose a dream now,

hunched, overwhelmed:

I want a place clean of words,

Not moody exhausting me!

~ + ~

In the throats of the old trees: arguments.

Born of this story, you see the dead

funereal silent road in the forest

as the last fragment.

~ + ~

Shatter the light

Upon the dead street

And run up the road

Where wounds have campfires

~ + ~

Interminable world-sorrow;

Unspooling hypnotized surround

Fog anointing an overlooked maze path.

~ + ~

To Sleep

rigid & hard

wideopen

spools

adjacent

intact

~ + ~

See sea-born War, before numbers were there,

stumble to loosen dahlia hope

Before Hope was strictly

Review). Runaway). and Does).

And happy Poisson swore

To harm collateral beauties.

~ + ~

Look There

at the accidents, amid old lightning,

in the central room, a siren sustains.

~ + ~

And now our bodies and the world turned

Buildings flash flung and grew

blue among the texts in the trees

Five months ago, my heart was

flying out of a silent avalanche

~ + ~

"Barbarous, solitary, shut."

Every action sickens.

~ + ~

Worshipping the Husked Barbs

of handmade sunbanks,

pebble-stones, kingfishers,

spruce-tamarack, apples, spiders

~ + ~

We are not ghosts

Awoken by the prodigious

Eye of marvellous shame

Sweat's trembling heart

~ + ~

No One Has Ever Met

On the sad fields that drink

The cold wine of dark night

Not in forests of sacred shapes

By quiet poplars whose

Faces never asked to be put aside

Nor in fire where crowds

Reveal the peace of survivors

~ + ~

Meeting:

Omnipotent      and sleek, setting

A double-edge Salad of  alchemical  home-slaughtered

Peaches before the tallied moaning

That Critiques sleeping  toughness.

~ + ~

Our bad dad lived with rabbits and

A shark  who sipped at living milk

~ + ~

Crushed

ignorant of gossip, chain,

linnet, and vacant pith, unenhanced, i growl --

she-wolf's Being: Philanthropy! Anthem!

~ + ~

I slip in fish -

Wander like a cloud

Task all things millennial

with a bottled hymn

~ + ~

Down the river, my people are not mine.

I see them in their bodies

moving into houses

Scolding women scooped

up from the shadows

of the dead

I am the first to see

the fallen light

of the sea fail

~ + ~

Art is the End of Water

Thus the city spirals

Do not breathe any sound

In alert heart's mercy

~ + ~

We are what described them.

Our lives are still still still.

Our fields turn time into sorrow.

We shove a great trouble from a beige town.

~ + ~

an arrested once-holy soul

and an all-beholding human

with a pen    in her mouth

created God

~ + ~

The question we cannot speak.

The garden possessing a word.

The wind of an immense light

crossing the beat of the sea.

~ + ~

The Motorcyclists Insist

Empty is

not

My value

I love the God

of the Great

~ + ~

Differentiated Stars

Swab the flood

Elude the room

Find a whale

~ + ~

I won the conversation.

I liked everything

confined in my cup.

When I glanced in your eye,

I saw a bull in a good cloak.

I watched you suffer,

glittering and gleaming,

in an ashy room.

~ + ~

Go!

Leave the hospitals

that serve sweet drinks!

Leave the canyons

in which teeth become trees!

Leave flesh lost in power

a fury better than any heart!

A new lion is coming into the city.

~ + ~

During the night, the slave-girl

sat at a feather-motor preparing

sand to bend moonlight.

~ + ~

The Hard Riddle of Power

Even the mistake of the sea,

battered in darkness, fell.

~ + ~

This is my cell feeder

Sperm zeitgeist

palliative profits

A lipless pillow

agreeing with a cobra

~ + ~

Cold chivalry stains truth.

Touches a bowel-peeled chain.

Smudges a pristine lover's stigmata.

~ + ~

A Colony of Liquor Advocates Reason

And refracts the orbed sharp fuck

Of immediacy-nursed moonbeam lies.

~ + ~

The Yeast herein is natural.

A Jealousy bathed in Time.

A Joy who writhes stressed.

A Star stalked and dwarfed.

~ + ~

Volcanoes beckon a hacking

Mildly broken Manhattan

Wrapped in you

~ + ~

At the edge of the swamp and coal-oil shore,

Where the wind's half-forgotten horizon

Opens fools to epigrams: Old-age whims

Motivate exile to perforate a

Lake; Prophecy, quadruple-sealed, scratches

A tenacious scented release.

~ + ~

Great Restraint Believes in Night's Sure Decay

And as the primal green ground transitions

from lewd heart humming perfe(c)t irony

a loitering sensuality smiles

~ + ~

I Whispered To The World:

The One lashed to the back of the Sun, is

The Play of the Mind transfixed by Singing.

~ + ~

Deep-fried Rituals

Encapsulated

Immortality.

~ + ~

singing absinthe

equates surprise

with an aneurism

a year's snapped

hearts  consumed

by subtle whales

~ + ~

She is dying.

It is morning.

Shadows are heavy.

She enters the Hudson.

A sailor gives my father the news.

I am the ghost

Of that woman.

A baby node

Best seen with

Eyes that do not exist.

~ + ~

-- Greygreen

Paris died,

in the soot of expense

hueless, disease flaming,

It radiated a final earthlessness,

A sight to stab bombs,

Organic censure.

~ + ~

I hate microscope's

acquiescent conceit

of long-legged will

~ + ~

And then She puts down roots,

Concealed in an enchanted Acanthus

Where the Tigris sighs, again flowing

Over sweet graves of human thrones

~ + ~

Agendas

Full of Hope

crucified Saint-Cloud

order hooch

~ + ~

Ripe clean whirring knell debt.

Love—kiss console ash.

Lungwort munimenta.

~ + ~

I am green as the weight

of an autumn sculpture

The target of a mattress

left by a stranger

In the mouth of the world, I am

a body pretending to be a knife!

A home-made brine-bird

weeping Trakl phrases.

Seedless exposed,

Perfect slaughter.

~ + ~

Evidence

of love and armor

of leftover vineyard rhythm

of glum money humiliations

and futile surf solace

washed in Vermeer's cradle

listening to Sinatra nook

~ + ~

Oops: Unhelpful, Ritual

buzzing        on ecstasy's upper lip

stray stars dampen  a broken riverbed

damascene maple    and cardamon grass

moaning

~ + ~

I hear footsteps of light

approach gates   of kept words

where raw trees    are uttered

in the house     of lost sight

It is the same    nocturnal image

the same hands   of the same wind

the same submissive poet, glowing

spun  in metaphorical meaningless

pain

~ + ~

Rhythms We Lick

Erasmus alone grieves those knots

which bloom rooted in wish dust

~ + ~

ghetto shepherds

sketch the stones

hard gin sages

wake the zoom

weave shrill deathshead

erhu  nipple propaganda

~ + ~

$200  per guest?

Harlem's nobody

bonbon,

queer,

drum-skin

Villanelle

connaissons

snooty Rank Adonis,

strives bleenies

to age light

invisibility.

~ + ~

--Oh, Stupid Thule.

Comfort begins in a cup of water

Nkuuyu in Homer

A pulse of lightning in Montreal

Brain stands in a garden, and

wakens, struck, below trees

veiled in a fog of moons

~ + ~

Tanned  Saran-Wrapped Time

Striated with Unadventures

~ + ~

Uncomforted we hid our volutions

in Marley's perished factories.

~ + ~

The sequels

almost touch a

transfusion.

They say:

I am mortal,

ignore me.

~ + ~

Ode to Winter

The winds in the summer

Are too small

To have a vision

Of the future

The clock of such

Happy streams stain

Rainbows onto dark walls

~ + ~

Remote Fires Rumble

========|======== convolvulus

flinging up destruction here!

Intravenous drums!

Petulant visitors!

Unlicensed scorn!

Furnished with horror.

Good-bye.

~ + ~

And as the long, curling cage of night turns blue,

its slanting blossoms fall in slow brandy breezes,

Driving the hills from spring to that same ground,

Where moss slipping on the whole swell of the sea

Taught my heavy life how to fill trees, with song.

~ + ~

And in the morning I pull on my hands

and look in the rooms of light.

Photons are very cold

And they carry out

Days that are poor

That know nothing

and think words beautiful.

The sky is our heart.

The mountains our head.

~ + ~

I realize that in a way,

what lives in the world,

lives in misfortune

in a sea, alone,

mirrored, hidden

by process.

~ + ~

Lavish is the Forgotten Lullabye Skiff

my enchantment sunbathes in vastness

singing hijinks formed from fury

leaning softly to mend

Holderlin's computed ground

~ + ~

And Down

I looked in the nursery

searched behind

mother's breath

+

In my earliest room,

I was the wind in the swamp,

A wind hung with blue shadows,

The sun came to me.

~ + ~

In that garden, arms forgave

the fermentation of seclusion

~ + ~

No one is sure how the world knows

~ + ~

Undinal

contrary; enthused.

adage, envyings,

weep wet Peyote!

~ + ~

Well what is it, that which is the soul?

Surely none of the ground:

filled with its own love and plans;

the dreamt pleasures of the day

more silent wins on the battleground

of pendant and ominous squid

And maybe not even the bones of women

sturdily creeping past pastoral quiet

Nor the mineral of some future's

dim soil, its spiral shadows

flinched from an ancient obelisk

Nor a ring in the field

a flower reaching

about the thin curled sun

Nor the hours gestating in an oak

stained & sleeping in eternal height

Nor the flick of a naked shrine

in the shadow of our blood

Nor the solitude of engines

handcuffed in eggs

I throw on a golden-crowned ark

a parliament of languor spruce,

and snorting thug-soup

save a spool of realization

a convenient despondence

designated as incredible.

~ + ~

the same as

in a tract

on our way

to go home

to ruin

or fog

with broken

exhalation

and the double vowels

of the wind

like a wedding

where we find

an imagined jungle

~ + ~

reeling suds of creaky numbers

to arrive again at perennial war

~ + ~

when E made a god

the three of us were All-seeing

Milk of the Glue

the Shadow of a Mass of Joy

~ + ~

And Dear Hunger

in dying

gold

remember

the water

alone

within me

also

decays

~ + ~

My Love is a Porn race

I Offer no Delay

My Tongue's my Soul

~ + ~

With the last light, the mental drill,

immobile, entered into Michigan,

where the cathedrals of the rich

fueled to eat barbarous mornings berries

and sing of universal acid reflux

~ + ~

1896-1921

Aim the calm Display

of Brazen

faithful unzipped

sticks quietly

into the eyes of sand

~ + ~

Gyration chatter

quiet & tender

converts mouth

into distraction

A small  golden

flushed cry of

a stunted maze

~ + ~

Cursed  pyrite polis

Veracity demobilized

~ + ~

Pride makes applause into thought.

~ + ~

Against The Voice.

Cobalt metaphor moths unhappy

spin years into boring commotion

Go damnation, yes.

Shit the nacho.

~ + ~

they walk

over my grave

draw the leaves

into a nervous heap

~ + ~

The chastity of Wisdom

Numbers 9 jars of wind

~ + ~

Money is  a dance

deployed to evade

an          abyss

~ + ~

Children Own Nothing

And the bones of women that once heard the gestures of the skies

Who tasted dusk's salt in instant love among cypresses

Now follow clock's ill will

~ + ~

transgression catalyst

vinegar cull tide

cornflower blasé restless bed

-- I hear my mother's regrets.

Cherishing gracious hens

howling as butter

wets the breakfast pan.

~ + ~

Tilt the Fugue

Invoke 90,000 Holes

persevere, reading

the apocalypse

tender tufted betwixt thunder

suckling inevitability fleabag 121817

~ + ~

the thing you felt, not the repair:

perceives how many holes are softening

~ + ~

I Knelt Upon

the way to that last promising difference:

craggie sacrum torn, sobbing, behind the milk

of mouth, beyond the stink of this world.

~ + ~

Alone, among the voiceless

Aware of being the precision of happiness

A strong reflection of light made fluent

Bearing those whose own human glee can never

Bear a stranger's smile, or an animal

Who holds the centre of the dry knots

~ + ~

Copying nothing.

God is crone.

An ovoid Sutra dismantling

anxious tech anklets.

~ + ~

Here I saw the tender first old cause

in an instant gone to the meadow.

~ + ~

With a living scream

In the freakish evening

Of your swamp

An ungraspable

All wanders

On drunken terms

Singing lazily

Of an exit

From racist slough

~ + ~

Pot-bellied Bibles

and dead towers

sell the hills

~ + ~

An Empty Bulb

Breathing the Shark

~ + ~

This boulder occasionally

queries judgement

the omnipotent

translucency of pleas

~ + ~

The proletariat-tired fuchsia-tree holiness

Anatolia-designer co-pilot gestalt-Szigeti

promised the door a forbidden difference.

*

You let our children wash authenticity in phlegm.

~ + ~

Oath summons Dust

A girl sits under yellow Leda's cloth

A juniper quilt scythe in her hair

her compass broken

~ + ~

Why should I forget?

Why explain such touch?

Centred in the grass

a woman thinking

a thought that makes bones

into a garden

as though they were clean

~ + ~

the wren in that sound

is the one to know

catch-cries of trance

caught by the storm

that trusts life's wind

~ + ~

A Book Vault Staring at Pleiades

We call a thicket

light — elements, wind.

Beacon-moments birds

heeded express you.

Beams are scraped, screaming

you, as though foreign.

~ + ~

Carnal Tunnel

fissioning   bayonet

acquaintance of fire

dirty-fisted foolish

injected bread urine

fertile   lanterns

within blood-stone

post (1966-1972)

astonishments

god-kissed Porphyro

branches-in-a-wind.

~ + ~

Few words are so pertinent:

passion, beauty, kindness

An angel without a mouth

a light without fingers

Clever honey without release

a reflection worn into emptiness

~ + ~

Murmured asterisks

indecipherable freaks

in this hypnotic den

of holocaust-cut spuds

+

my peculiar love

hopes for shears

each muscle

sea-scented

needle-like

rock-cracking

sewn eyes penance

~ + ~

For You

Life is the pledge of your Love.

The sleek bright interior of autumn.

A wing of some foreign sponge.

~ + ~

In The Night Of The Long Sun

A bee in the dark

Folds a song of the dead

Into the old and beautiful

Happy heart of the sea

~ + ~

The Welcome Custom Of Less

I hold, low, the tatter that you

got from chance gathered disturbed cravings, and

signs that thrive on introspection

~ + ~

Creeley-Like

It is as if it hurts you

this center     thinking

breathing  good and pure

squeezing less from none

~ + ~

What I Know

Is not Knowable

By Strength

~ + ~

So Sealed

Time burns. Sweat surfaces. Masks deposit

untranslatable indefiniteness,

seed-degraded   self-effacing

apotheosis.

~ + ~

I walk down the hill as the track burns

the bridge blazing and water beneath

puckered with illuminated rain.

~ + ~

Judgement

Soon powers

stretched

choosing rage.

A pin of blood

said with

The Eye.

The children here

are always all

alone in the dark.

~ + ~

metadata ablaze

stunt death

then what?

~ + ~

I want you to know who loves you

~ + ~

a pillar

of lightning

told us

of sentience

its ardent

udders of

bruised knives

~ + ~

Lasciviously

those poetic

warm, never rusted

thrush mangoes

lay now

choked on drops -- not of revolution,

(gatekeepers of homes)

but of willing Tauric portions

of cages & mind—like weddings.

~ + ~

Of Wounds.

And she knew the brand glow B drenching

History in her as love. And the field

tenderness of boozy lobe-throats; and

hands of dark ice facets opening the

squalor, torn as she left, to receive us.

~ + ~

Autumnal glass: coarse and absolute, aching

with plastic to turn you forward

with linguistic alligator chopsticks

with salt-cured sandstorm accessories

with a then-Jesus-spoke-to-me toothache

with alcatraz curtains

with random airborne universes

dreaming mine

~ + ~

Their eyes

are powerful

with your death.

You circle

then play -- before

their names.

~ + ~

wilderness

sweating

reminiscences

audacity

inhaled

epiphanies

confervoid

echo

endurance

~ + ~

Otherwhere:

Spring poised

unquestioned

devolved and

gouged by

distance

oak-valve

ruby-shy

mother-eye

~ + ~

an ache of light rolled, when

I looked at you,

and I felt in the world,

even if I was the first

to disappear young

~ + ~

We 121396

Zazen hasty, secrecies

Apostrophize the orphan.

Deconstruct the disaligned spartan

Widowed sky whose grain is wreathed.

In reverberating nervous

Distressed wet apartment

Engines collapse and wither

~ + ~

Your Face

hath a wound

on one wing

these things

do not own

belief

+

The World is

Only the Heart

Of one's Presence.

~ + ~

AMERICA, sitting in her secret

dread of others.

Dread:

Ohio, Bells, Palace,

Elephant, Chrysler, Geometry,

Agues, Regulation, Dlugos

Tough-tendoned Apollo breathes

Siena ground--aguanieve

~ + ~

Those That You Are

The green frowning venom

Of an unenterable vanguard

Beheld the lover stuttering

O as it descends to tend Liebe

Eternal sacs showing through

Floppy exquisite detractions

~ + ~

The heart puts flaps on power --

Anemic archetypes

Unbending appetite

A stifling wind

Enumerating teardrops

~ + ~

Systems transformed

that underground

lucinatory odalisque

dollar breakdown

savannah of rough

dreamed murders

into prelates

of white-faced vice

upright locoweed

houseboy fertilization

apoplexy

~ + ~

The Lip Of My Fear Smells Of Love

Quietly, too late,

a vast lean instant

Blood mulching fire

bullies clouds.

~ + ~

Estuarial Smart

plush

broiled

escape

~ + ~

One is Being

Bellman Pilfer

Mercie-Seat

Antigone

Thirsty NIKA

Holiday

~ + ~

the swans are fitted

with a 2:00 passion

~ + ~

light is the death of my disposition

the smell of the heart at the edge of the heart

the sudden feast of the soul

freed animals discovering the roar of butterflies

~ + ~

Bamboo yellow pebbles,

once, stark and blue,

ate the future

~ + ~

blasphemies and cells and stars enjoy

lonely griefscapes

heavy ballet pulsations

(ix.50) gladdened

habitual browsing

~ + ~

unicorn

transmuting

famine

~ + ~

Wrinkles: and the one I thought

never was. There are souls that

live in the nature of the moon.

+

I was an unreplicated

path

An implacability

I could not grasp

~ + ~

we brew our meats and militarized

toil in the hard degradations

of barbaric keys

~ + ~

Packaged Soul Fuse

in the spheres of our awareness

a pilot smuggling cigarettes

tapes a mine to heaven's breast

~ + ~

Delicate Thread

And in that closing room

soft and broken years

slip light along the shore

~ + ~

We sing with incogitant powers

to an iPhone unconscious cobweb

spun of bathrobe neon wonder.

Chilling, we eat rebellion's gaze.

~ + ~

The Cheery Orphan Thinks

the days are mine,

the morning rocks

turn toward my feet.

kindness to others

is kindness to yourself.

~ + ~

Dawns

Oak and starlit mountains

I have to be a poem

My heart is one now

~ + ~

O Reckless Rain

Make the sweet white flowers

Shut their wealthy pleasures

And done, wash out

past tracks of

musical cheese

~ + ~

Deus

hurled guns, straw, lecherous

fluttering licenses, gases, stereos,

Woolf Herculean Abramowitz

Lightning in slurpee cloud

~ + ~

Reverie

meek again

stitches

unbirth to

reform

~ + ~

Succulent Subtropical

Wild, Gnawed

Extremophiles

Sustain Skin

Word, Sperm, Introvert

Impetuousness

~ + ~

One afternoon she said to him:

I have not prepared any glad

jokes of conscience.

Ten years later he was alone.

An unbeloved ecstasy of shame

firm in the brain.

~ + ~

Keep the light coming to my skin

Till the table is splashed bare

With a dream where I leave

The language of the flesh

~ + ~

Lord of the Flowers I Love

The luminous well wilded presences

peacefully, all night, working

the weak sounds, and the mountains

with their fingers in the sky, and

the flash of orchards swaying into snow

as flowing beige silhouettes.

Long after that year when we met

light escaping the river wind,

lived every morning

in time's completion.

~ + ~

I turn

to the harvest

guard

of myself

no longer

~ + ~

Path-Ready Crisp-Fable.

River-Heart Lithograph-Skin.

Moth-Fond Invention-Wager.

~ + ~

Shuffle the Borders

Martyrs, luxurious, bloated on burgers.

Joan-of-Arc birthing triplets.

A slither-ethos blueprint,

beneath powerlines of altruism,

dancing.

~ + ~

Love delighted, roots

in the cradle of flight.

~ + ~

Omnipotent Discrepancies

The sea subtly sweats

Little stars, clear-eyed

and redundant, sleeping.

~ + ~

The Singer Is

in the park where she stands

in this city as in any other

a wind pours thru her

and she exits with it

~ + ~

Her Hand

He sets molten praise at her feet

until edges melt into crying grass

In a wing so vast, intact

feathers turn into rivers.

~ + ~

my explanations deciphered

a rose, whose motive broke

~ + ~

Propaganda?

Secure, just invented: aspen unseeded mute

puerile surgeon rabbi triad energy.

She's an Apple Smoothing

crustacean, cayenne plush spot

of desires: she sits there crying,

coagulation, nonlocal stonecrops.

~ + ~

you laugh plainly

as contingency

at everything

~ + ~

the rill rooks keen fingers tear

an upstream valve   in the ocean

which makes torsion into destiny

~ + ~

You, as essence in the contained conceit

where affection rages doubtfully, shriek

~ + ~

Racist rebels, in a torn system

can't see the trees; there are

sewage cisterns  in their eyes.

On livid streets,  they muse incoherent

in shirtsleeves   about combat memories,

encroachment kettles, ranting presidents.

~ + ~

Careening Mrs. Elegy

She is the stone

Of the sea

The desert of a shell,

Her hand sifts all fields.

A lupine angry grove

A laser hoarded god

The distance at the edge of a bridge

The moon on the roots of an unfinished shaft

She names the town.

~ + ~

Peak amputations, not wanting innocent

producers' creep to quit the prosaic

shoddy non-visionary  un-resilient

defeated cradle, unstamp the ocean

Beowulfes Czarina!

Ulyssean peat-fire!

[1] Tree-Assuaged Liquor-Lock

~ + ~

Hang-gliding on daylight, deepness

Idioms, dewsoaked in restless laws.

~ + ~

Counting Thelonious blooms, awaiting

Crows, to stride the meadow with stone legs.

~ + ~

Stanzas in Meditation: Stanzas 5 & 6

a hard slow night of night

passed in the claw of mother's coin

in the old abated room, in the eyes

of the darkening centrifugal bricks

~ + ~

gasp, then dream late,

until the birds seem black

over this cold old water

a thing is busy,

an intelligence

in the brook of the small

~ + ~

Eventually

you turned north

to meet your shadow

~ + ~

I am safe, serene

waterproofing a maze.

A rain of pure silhouettes

in a widowed garden.

And yes, eyes in these levels,

mindless fruits smell intense.

~ + ~

I walked into my armpit

its leary ethical surfaces,

liplessly conceived.

"Careful God!" says slaughter.

Shoveling cleft

frangible Rorschach-stomped

moisturizer heart-beats

into a reticent sweaty lunch river.

A high-powered million-coloured Whale.

grave-rests within a staid Rilke.

~ + ~

finding an ember   in an author

quickened the judged dimensions

ridged the tendril pleasure

tangible dirt fighting

for a preferred  wound

~ + ~

Leander Originally Gluttoned on Rhododendrons Wings

~ + ~

Breath's name is

rooted in those

who do not heed it.

We who can't invite

each other to feel.

You who can fix my body

with your bones.

~ + ~

foetal-crouched

supine fidelity

~ + ~

Behind The Last Luster

One is trying to

educate facts

to continue not

There is a surreal opera

of pointed rocks

in every eye

The end is dying

~ + ~

by the boat, we will reach

where we have been, and each other

own a good world to tell

~ + ~

Hurricanes, narrating

concussions, wrinkle

in every tribal room.

On cool weekends

old pills, at meals,

stroll over stubble.

And in the veins

between lives,

faces catch in

thoughts.

If we do not love

ourselves, completing

the acute beauty ends.

~ + ~

And now, it is Bryant's iambic

ineducable insistence prop:

A fast-food clue-curriculum

rent-gang in a pilfered-drone

Chasing candies before his nap,

which looks at the door mistakenly to argue:

That this heart is a certain smile of

an old old innocence bathing in the sea

~ + ~

Long Afternoon

At least, the self

was an immense light

not a great victimized

cloud flying into fire

nor a deadstick churn of knots

breaking narrow dust into iron

~ + ~

Bomblet Bodies

Near the dream or demo between

Upper curb lightbreak true, --

something alone does the world.

Cock-sucking taxiing in the

Crab's profaned jittery innards.

Cock-shiver fable compliance

Lying seduced in oak-door sadness.

~ + ~

Now They Are Impressive

intersections at a scattered funeral:

wry bone water, oak gossip, two

rhododendrons, a fern movement, ancestor

tongues, starless, blanched, mourning

a backlash that falls directly

fleshy across flailing cares

~ + ~

Is Betrayed Do

Water came in silence

To where I was a temple,

unusable, crushed under fire

~ + ~

Wanting In One Abandoned Phrase

To you I held the horizon.

But the dying angel,

which I feared,

went first to you.

What I want, I am.

~ + ~

I'm happy! I'm a tangled meme

trampling untranslatable

monstrous persistence.

I don't taste the names

Of the prayers increasing inside my eyes.

My streets lead toward an empty restaurant;

Walking plum north, I am laughing diamonds.

~ + ~

The evening unwavering

burst my forgetfulness

Erased wandering

crunchable difference

Troubling ruts under

undulating casuarinas

Listening to sunflower listen

Panachans Hecate Lake "Grendel"

enjoyed on splotched ground

~ + ~

only one moment

of the three-year-old concert

remains

~ + ~

openmouthed, wearing

plastic truthfulness

at the euthanized source

~ + ~

ep·i·lim·ni·on

epəˈlimnēˌän,-nēən

the upper layer of water in a stratified lake.

Grits.

corroding Duchamp,

--Winona voiceless

wrestlng umlauts

cut the keys

pursuing epilimnion

knuckled holy awakening

proof trust: perchance

tongue!

~ + ~

my mind is the blood of earth

a remembered face at death

a real day of ambiguous deeds

~ + ~

Barely amused

a lurid strong rivulet,

hushed & selfish, counted

small flashes of permitted love.

~ + ~

A Geologist

for reasons of appetite

disembowels a chimpanzee.

I, aghast, caress

divine    foam.

~ + ~

She led him to God:

the heron

driving his head

with rage and power

~ + ~

The Sun was in my Mouth!

All Dreamy and Martyr-Glazed!

~ + ~

kadash ("to sanctify")

Embedding beams

caught the easychair

exactly as though

it were a comet sweating

oakshadow enclosed

Kadash gush

Ahasuerus heap

un-atoned rebut

~ + ~

Glacial Rhetoric

house sparrows

where the sun blows in at night

a surge of air

blacking out the dying

light of my own cage

the deep Venus hope

undefeated, disbelieving the world,

I am the whole thought

~ + ~

Ho-hum. I need not drive

quiet prose and promise

evenings networked

into constellations.

Books! Tossed into the magical

bushels of broken coal.

Rudimentary gut

anguish flaws roiling

in the sanctum.

~ + ~

robin's-egg sacrum

half-devoured dusha!

imbecile current

hitching grace

-- Wrong!

navel kidnapping

in an impaired

scornful pop-sky

~ + ~

He remembers her for languorous times

evenings furious within an Aspen-sun,

heart-smooth thousand-winking berries.

~ + ~

Birds?

We are truth's effort, where doubt

gains, in the fractured night, wings.

~ + ~

I search for scars where the wind has broken

The sun into words over the ocean

~ + ~

The Worn-Out Self

Promised to Come for Love

sobbing

finitude

thrusting

A Self-Map Thinking: tongue

aborted

precision

~ + ~

In General

Time and blood still visit.

Art does not do the same.

~ + ~

Palmolive Limo Legs

Half-forgotten ghost-gray cerulean-genitals.

Blind-memory surprised inside rubble.

Stew-gestures ravaged by morals.

~ + ~

Enticed

monks, invert code

into dynamite

freckling statistics with fantasy

~ + ~

a tree stands naked, wearing

yolk-flarfist healing-embodied

domino-prowl foolish-purr

K-Mart groping-shards

clinging to some goat-dusted

elysian-starling

goof-indigo

dove-soft

belt-nap

~ + ~

Why do blind crowds

consider trembling

a field?

Thronging in grand garments,

as fragments of disappeared

plumage water?

+

Howling as chairs

perpetually lost

in the toil of solitude

Sighing as frogs

made into hinges.

~ + ~

a dream

a silent smile

a singing pain

a mischievous pine

whispering

~ + ~

Evil syllables burn

ravaged music.

~ + ~

for years,

they slept in mute pleasure

scrivening dignity

little lines of style

held by hypocritical

oranges

~ + ~

stars kick

blue-lipped

acquiescent

circumstantially-awake

furrows

of jetbound

nauseous

cyber-sexing

god-wit initiate

shiver-wounds

~ + ~

That month,

a suffering,

began to breathe.

Broken days laughed

in rutted leaves.

~ + ~

The soul's job isn't air;

It is drill.

+

Accept the flesh, and the numb

chaka-chaka hollow byproducts

of that machine, the backbone.

~ + ~

Still inside, batlike, she flounders

for beads of Admiral Truth.

Play gone lethal

shock sentences

lower-casing commotion.

Golfing for honour, uncomfortably

Calm, imbalanced exultation.

Library amoureuse lisps

crack-willow trysts.

~ + ~

Half soaked with clean instant modesty

Absolved fumes of obscure

taut slave motorway

gup, liberal-minded, gracias.

An elf dreams

in the arch

The iris marks

the silver clash of a shadow.

Masses of planets

Editing fire!

~ + ~

What is news.

I End-Emotions

The cliff Hell-Mouth joke, the sunny

Revival MADNESS plumage

Fender-bent sewage-machine

Turf-bearded mountain-park

~ + ~

Pillow's Reeling

And every night

The emptiness.

A spattering wind

Wraps wet hair.

~ + ~

In The Fist Of A Dry Problem

That solid elegy movement, that is this

one in two, each lip, travelling to the next,

a brain, trimming the bled wheels

of peril, or regret, arranging

the unknown inside, tuned to a shred

of swollen smoke, feeding to grow.

~ + ~

And now the lights

marry the fish,

And I'm happy, having fun,

On this blustering day

Carrying the grafts of the drums,

To the Whiskey-Whizzgigs oil-permeated

Formal Medici account; easing to rest

Within the leper's world.

~ + ~

floating molten

in the spraying

delicate murmur

of babble, tying

time into nothing

such nothing rared

through guns and

Itzpapalotl even

chose it as requiem

for incessant

invisible sleep

an opaque substance

without nests, glittering now,

in the gleam of goodbye

~ + ~

voluptuous

painful & strong

a summit drop

Boa birth fuel phalanx

butcher-shop coil flank

jointed mush

brain-shaped

gust request

~ + ~

Thick Dirt

Greeted shadowed sand.

Nothing vicissitudes.

Facts, blushing,

Searching laws for a megaphone.

~ + ~

in an oyster-gray pond, algae mud

with a jolt seeps across the crotch

sparrows flick across bullrush perches

~ + ~

I touch the world

and count its suns

and with this love

sooth the edge of the city's

flowering leisure

~ + ~

I take courage from my bed.

I do not breathe.

I listen to the light.

Heart creeps into eye.

Roaring with song,

Hands in the ditch.

To the grave, I say,

To hear feathers tread.

~ + ~

abandoned brochure:

tensor seed sulk soil

& clawing kites!

~ + ~

Clouds, As Quiet As They Are

in the shambles   of the sky

in the tumult     of the sea

in the soft      of entities

sold                 newborn

~ + ~

I am an indescribable book

beside a large opaque window.

I am also compound words falling from a bell

and dead signs (arising after being sequestered

in a poem about salvation) dying again.

~ + ~

rice-grain glitches

hush  imperceptives

~ + ~

Honey-meal slumber

outcast  as grace

Ice on the Sun

~ + ~

Fossiled with Compute.

Kubla gone.

Jugs of intangible

everywhere -- bombings.

We speak for the shimmering, on the millennium furbelows.

What is it the mysterious eyes promises?

Heroes of dynamite

Man, using friendship's highly-evolved privacy.

~ + ~

In the empty heavens

my thermos attracts mosquitos.

One, in the evening,

then, as stars sleep

In the pines,

numbers grow.

~ + ~

We wake to dew

pearled drizzling

We stare at

handset cloud-rack

report grudge

tin-can headlines

which Zazen down

We fall

naked

Campers invited to a booth

among hibiscus obligations.

~ + ~

Flarings

this morning gazes at statistics --

its muscles pounce, grazing

sleeping data

undersea

insomnia sings,

staining bushes

with mourning

~ + ~

I am the blush of love-root,

curtain -- vendor action -- sleep.

My arms are all dogma.

Three feet out.

~ + ~

Quiet bread

Embroidered on the corn

slug-horn tank-top

fold-out light-ship

~ + ~

And then the hour's art

sped within, impaled

I end in my lips.

And from what friends are not long gone,

I sometimes draw dust, suck thefts

With gold wings, photogenic

Love flying down

As I turn and turn.

~ + ~

To everyone else she is a drunk.

For me she is a god.

She sleeps at my feet

On a mat of dancing-skull knowledge.

The heart is a question we

Can't find anymore; her feet are

Revoked.

~ + ~

Bathing

in a rival

God's interiority

conscience laments

dead inherited ideas

~ + ~

Pindaric Fizzies

muchacho grenade

~ + ~

purest root

Esculapius

jinkin body-bent

scapegoat bright

tender territory

rosehot

justice

empryse

so a muddy wound dimmed

rude unbeautiful

and smiling

old anger

healed

~ + ~

clean

menthol

tombstones

angel-fat

oil-flasks

imploring wags

to light

exhaustion

~ + ~

Pornography Anthem

Plum architecture.

Moist reverence.

Engine ram.

Sojourner sanctioned summertime.

Slip-pilings pine.

Tainted detergent.

Perpetual camel reverse thumping.

A day weirdly drunk forever.

Twisted night-frost.

Earlier self-righteous.

~ + ~

Lovely Brain

The dawn is like a warm tract,

-- tilted to the light.

The world is clear, and all is all the more

Meaning in the more that has never been.

Night smells of it.

~ + ~

Quantum Oscar:

protracted shining lama

sundawn humming

shit silent

riverbank

strewn damaged

glider of buoyancy

unmourned, uncompassed,

magnificent, singing

apologias for war, & invisibly

dissembling seduction

~ + ~

Who Has Seen

A powdery stone

feel sunshine.

An arm bleed

immense streets.

Nothing born.

Lime mountains

appearing to belong

to the edge.

~ + ~

You hear a furious

bone evoking riverstorm

focused wheat.

~ + ~

Hobo

Water-maggots

within snow

sweat consequences.

Words manifest

as hands, or wings

caressing a mossy church.

Blood turns into meat,

each forkful

guiding progress.

~ + ~

in the gym, i

throw you a cloud, travese

the granite void

eat an egg, you have not

seen, but meant to eat.

~ + ~

Penumbra Zombies

Lick Accounts

~ + ~

I Clicked

from the top

of your head

to the sand

every pore

every hair

~ + ~

Radar inert

pyschotherapists

pretending ignorance,

bleat into feminine-

thickened windows

--nobody seems to be singing

an abyss of menus

converting work into

long-range teeth

~ + ~

Bodies Freighted with A Figurative Underneath

Fuchsia sages

Swarm and fury topple:

boink tattered

snapdragon

spell-bound

stacks of tax-deductible

quantization_channels

& swerve-fluent

gif-dream

contraptions

secreting

enter-buttons

~ + ~

The Circuit

I once again recognize myself

On the street as a mermaid

~ + ~

An early morning

Moon cowers

Among quiet shadows

Of infinite tautness

~ + ~

In Mist

your hair thinks

of meadow sinking into meadow,

lips on a shore licking a wind.

~ + ~

In this intense wounded kell

reservoir of despair

I too, sweep a blank womb

I have no companion.

I do not need facts.

I hear the ground sing.

~ + ~

Thirty Years

No one could say

I do not care.

Infinite time, waking! Yet,

What hurts me most is the last moment.

In this dream

a woman is shaving

an airplane

as her bowels

flower.

~ + ~

locus dew

prowls the bacilli

guarding all sorrow

~ + ~

I am in a little chapel, to see

A sweet apple-bee breath Coltrane

-- break silence into trees

~ + ~

I love it

the manifold frost before summer

the sky like a flower

the lines on the ground where the gulls are

& the wind that rises to keep

the green water prodigal

~ + ~

And Grandfather's

pigeon-shit

silken-sailed

crone arms

attain the final play,

bathed in kindness,

concave, uneasy, screaming, quenched

his descendant sex walks

in analogy thru a thick kleenex good-night

~ + ~

Nude Stone

a pear watches the cat dance

pillow monoamine trout cycles

at the foot of a single law

potassium-ranked passerbys

keep wisdom itself titled

~ + ~

the orphans of union

never wanted what was

not in the mind

~ + ~

Oil-Scummed

sparkling i hold

biochemical

phantoms

over a dead wonder

a calm and lean voice

weeping for love

~ + ~

Sounds

husks of gossamer-stifled loving

bath in morbidity-furrows:

a cosmos tuned

to die

near pun and dog-star

shroud sinew

surfing grave lamentations

Equality

is Itself

Moved

~ + ~

You didn't tell me.

You are not for me.

I didn't see it at all.

I prayed you'd stay.

I still live as if you are here.

My hopes are dry without you.

~ + ~

the first suburb volcano finds

morning corrugated in traffic

nailed on the edge of hips

lifting electronic fingertips

toward an absent sun

~ + ~

To The Phantom Women

bruise-crazed

cearwylmas

remaking oratio

~ + ~

Us: Your

Poets! I confess

Over-rule.

~ + ~

the yellow heat of the fields

leaking from a distant sun

whispers

cluster frail

at the bottom

of a girl’s heart

~ + ~

Wallowing Megacities

caulked with expensive breadcrumb

bureaucracy

blistered, crowded, consuming

enlightenment

built with wonder biscuit

bliss

~ + ~

Each Definition

is a dream

of stuff:

windows, moths, flowers

vague relentless

imperfect inspired

biological dreams

of sorrow

experience transported

into crippling silence

~ + ~

Despair Struggled In His Hands With His Stamen Hoodie

Noctilucent winds.

Noctilucent schist.

Noctilucent spool.

Noctilucent hair.

Noctilucent storm.

Noctilucent roots.

Noctilucent clouds.

~ + ~

Streptococcus Intellects Meeting.

A Refrain perishing within Regret.

~ + ~

(la-di-dah)

I turn to the sea.

I churn to the seething.

I become the screen.

I numb the scream.

~ + ~

You Tell Me

of an immeasurable afternoon

a dark sky

merging with

a solemn sea

salt wind feeding brain's freedom

heartbreaking details sting

a face again lost

~ + ~

the cut epitomizes an ancient feeding

a thin body bent into a heap

heat making the first

wing out of stone

~ + ~

Between The Bones (A Handbook)

Ageing, deathless, cumulus-warmed, enticing

mourning heartwood marrows elation.

~ + ~

Habitude thirsted

for Foreclosed Hope

in Freedom Abyss

~ + ~

the wind

above the oat grains

is need

and the

spring, deepening,

is desire

~ + ~

The Divine Peach

Exists as a layer of Albion ephemeral

chaste wit gnawing false unknowns

An animal holding so much delight

it breaths without seeing the moon

~ + ~

Said The Seer

Lend me a treasure.

Migrate to and fro.

Go where the horizon needs to be loved.

~ + ~

Evening's Thrusting Routine

staring

heap allegro

newborn sway-bellied

hearts

upon a de-centered prayer

~ + ~

Peas

on the windowsill

green and very young.

The bosom of the Creator is sad.

Morning is shattered by some festival

that only Love will find.

~ + ~

Eyes keep clouds under bricks.

And things

have long been

the same as they are now,

days are the same as any other days,

and souls are eager to know love.

~ + ~

He suffocates me:

because the truth is

born when he is here

in his quiet head

through his bones

thinking the iron

touch of the dead

~ + ~

Ska-la-la's Bud Husks

dated jello

sobbed at the bottom

of the short-lived wish

~ + ~

As Made in Dreams

Music suspends the agony of words.

Reason slams, far away, into the back of the sun.

Delight releases fangs to guide nowhere.

A riddled playground

Covers the frame.

Weathered masks

Become shelters.

~ + ~

On this great night

I must write from you!

Give a world in which

I do not need to be.

Let myself be invisible,

No more than a dumb image.

My heart bright

Like a sad

Broken ember.

~ + ~

Phrenologist's Intramural Tubing Nirvana

tripwires

taxicab, tidal

weeknights, hurricanes

pivot-bidding foxglove-beautiful

pre-spring taper parkway-gliding

groves where sex stipples me.

A kept shudder carcass embalming depth.

~ + ~

I break the tenderness of must --

voyage clean to warmer brooding

~ + ~

Perhaps each shadow

in your shoulders

shortcutting fire,

rises, to take in

jettisoned hot dreams

~ + ~

a blessed germ

of dust weighted

dangerous as brine

stalls on the sketchpad

of reticence

~ + ~

Anti-representational

intricacies nauseate you.

What are you now? You ask.

Enmeshed convictions. You reply.

~ + ~

I Ran For the Weeds

Lucidifer

Trespasser

Fornicater

deleterious

sweet-souled

dawn-mute mutation

I Rescued Pomegranate Elastic Trees

as a lily traverses money mud

along dromedary-moraines corn-bright

milk-ragged pamphlet-sprawl

~ + ~

I shit love of destiny

thru a wound made by boredom's bayonet

Words nest in me:

game

linen

potato

vessels

bait

stolen

supple

I open

abundance.

I look at

wonder.

~ + ~

pregnant

translating dew

glinting smooth

as hope finding

all ever imagined

growing in my pocket

~ + ~

pluck your body

from the sweat

of song

~ + ~

sepulchre cause of seasons

rating lives, hymn hell-deep

~ + ~

The self-effacing

tentative warbled deep

delirium of sanguine

courage doomed this event

where inviolable,

grub-stake parrots

sailed inside a cupful

of b{-}{-}{-}{-}{-}s.

~ + ~

On the road

of the last light

though I pay

to preserve activity

nothing I know survives.

~ + ~

adamant

crowded

immortal

isolation

chiseled

change

~ + ~

Abandonment smiles

thinking my face

ungovernable

~ + ~

Return the Story-Books.

Confirm the Bloom Forks.

~ + ~

confession

finding sound endless

begins to carve

voices of disorder

~ + ~

And Hell Prodigous Forgave

those hilltop catfish

stapled gasping dots

~ + ~

Follow her thoughts

pleasant

self-satisfied

body seasons

forgotten

garden

silence

~ + ~

Beyond the hills where

a faint wind caresses

the neck of the sea

some trees flower before dawn

when I wake

I smell the air

in its own language

~ + ~

I thought I was a place too astonishing to read.

I lived in the mirror in the middle of my heart.

I stretched the spools of my hands; I mapped time,

retrieved a blade of blood from a hissing dark.

I saw nothing.

~ + ~

The Measured Wish

aspired to meaning, a meadow

poured on starving flames,

a quilt of secret somber flesh, its sugar

coinciding with something found

and when it laughs

driving thru the night, deodorized

hopes swinging from the rear-view

gather cold sudden uncertainties.

~ + ~

my pillow on my hip

not my hip in my hands

~ + ~

I am born in the dark

called into flesh

to slaughter death

a country that smells of dreams

children that eat the words of hired worms

~ + ~

I thought to myself: this might be

a nice way to be healthily buried

in a contemplation of speech.

~ + ~

Ticket To A Clean Bathroom

Endymion tenderly

tumbled through shy acids

60,000 demands

enveloping an imploring life

Wilting the garden

tamed ceramics

~ + ~

Compassion

trapped on a cold road

a botched broken stem

under a gray sun

~ + ~

Skin counsels lips to see the heart's lawyer

~ + ~

Each day, light wakes, still, bewildered,

and wants to know what to say, how-to speak

of appearances, that pasture in a parking lot

how-to deflect

the furies that seize us

naked shivering

at the water's edge

~ + ~

flailing inside a smooth state

I've lost the luster of dwelling.

~ + ~

Today

debased

seems to be

a question

not long

after it was

darkness

~ + ~

russling catalytic

hallucinated

all gain, empty-handed

lamenting zealous

well-fed Rex-memoriam

bassett-legged

penance shit

~ + ~

Why do you attack it?

The trams are numbered, and numerous signs

("Iyomakpi", "Lantana")

guarantee the existence of an estuary

where barnacles illuminate the beautiful.

~ + ~

Seuss palace

a belly

in blue

motion

a bed

of orange

nipples

~ + ~

In a dark place, a seed was growing.

In its mouth, it owned a name.

In its folded face, a book was seen.

~ + ~

Self-Portrait

Heart asleep, inveterate

stirring. Streams broken, and

dead enjoyment woken, and grace

filled with leaping illusions.

~ + ~

The Shade of twisted buildings

Teeter, preferring

meadow shut, direction gloat.

~ + ~

Soulzight

One summertime electrical belly proem

double-faced uncertain fanatics,

illiteracyPorno dotage.

Trembles in

Happiness overload

grand wisp.

shell: decal

crash, bony

superfine whatnot

ponderous, noncommittal.

Frysna amis

mesmerized

online.

~ + ~

We live in homes

or daunting cells

the panes of ourselves

faded visions

prison vagaries

a snake

sublime

~ + ~

In soft corners,

imponderable

rhymes mask pearls

Bandage aroused circumstances

Voicing unscathed salves beyond

Fresh implacable gun-emplacements.

~ + ~

a beautiful green comfort

waited -- coded and sealed

for a glandless gestured

a cinder of seer-sweat

~ + ~

Hope intoned around me

patient as a forgotten wish

~ + ~

And all that is absolute is restored

In that vigor of your human body.

A temporary floating kettle fragrance

Born to bite, tie shoes, and calibrate time.

A hearth as large as an ancient empire,

An artist trash-pile seeking a goddess.

A console owned by love and death, a mad

Being reaching through fear to resilience.

~ + ~

Her husband shouted holding his child

sped sharply to the door

on the ice dropped her baby.

Her brother struck her, and missed,

then held her, and took her

back, haunted.

~ + ~

Sitting at the Danceteria

pillow IV aroma dots

deep-throat

homegrown fiber

~ + ~

check-out rapper

Pharaoh's buoy

smoking to raise snuffed

sway waves galaxies

long-leaved seasons

basting the morning

~ + ~

Before God

in his diapers

of soiled gold

an old nurse

dances the way

the sun moves

knowing

that only one

must be imagined

gliding over

the mucky marsh

as a great swan

~ + ~

Chuffing the dishes

My gliding hands gland:

At twilight, I hoard worlds.

Carafe man’s death ginkgo

trembling and singing

I stream toward the air.

~ + ~

Beloved

The words of her form

this religion

~ + ~

The weapon of human love

Is one way to pull the best word

From an agitated silent heart land

For the soul is a kind of singing of

The fact itself, changing its view

A curve of jubilance and lace

Carving a jagged fallen sky

~ + ~

Fate:

Death is not hard to do.

~ + ~

Theory porpoise

confiscated the cup of cries

and painted money into history.

Sex would be repeated.

Reason the real God.

~ + ~

o, thick ponderous quadriplegic

you were a natural glorious

troublemaker, focus-changing

hoping virgin-choir bully

undressed remembrance bliss scree,

flitting AT&SF between amores.

~ + ~

And in the deep cities of the morning

I know that walls are nothing but light.

Morning clutches its nets in the heart

Birds entangled in the secret of its face.

~ + ~

Bloody Salvador

youthful guts can kill

the phagocytic swelling

surface glistening villains

the final past

snow pungent detail

that waiting remains

between queeck, hymnal,

Alcazar communicating

Norumbega floating day

ahimsa slaughter mines

~ + ~

Celebrator Baths

beat; blackbirds Bacchae me

Pindaric space traffic concubine

forced to racks Sears

Search Ardis, aloof,

ostensibly to tie Ajax

Big rang,

face-down

with dirty divining beans

discarded and bald in the pathway

tickling incomplete word-spouts

~ + ~

Slept

In the darkest sun

out of the breakers

at zinc Kansu shared

~ + ~

We Cannot Help

Quest for the necessary, or

Broom love, or sort the 6.3

sweet toiletries, or find the rain.

~ + ~

Winter retrieved

one dense broken

pale, seething carcass

Atonement's peeling promulgation

precipice free-glittering

tremulous armour wretchedness

The violent heart-broken groans of

chaos caulking farewell's

crumbling approximations.

~ + ~

Then the sun washes the terrace

As if there were flowers in my hands

And my heart tears off my eyes.

~ + ~

1.7% Pulse

~ + ~

The river beckons

objects: foghorns,

research radios,

seeds and crabs.

~ + ~

I listen to Icarus landing

leaving life's imprint in clay.

~ + ~

Society had to turn

in the mud among sharp branches

brute wind was shining in it like

an injured streambed, a pill-popping fog,

an unblinking corona staring at a silhouette

~ + ~

Each poem is a protest against comprehensibility.

~ + ~

from the stone sprouted vines

at the end, the poem meant nothing

ice cried out

for help with love lost

~ + ~

The Sauce Of Writing

A prehistoric grin

crazy with Melodrama

Achille 1930s cigarettes

Rate This

True Want

flecked stairs

wet eyes

~ + ~

Who wept

Sullen at the window

~ + ~

Replenishing,

the mammal pauses

and breathes

misery's talentless

cleft bed

fails Genius

~ + ~

Love is the sun.

~ + ~

And the voice of the earth

in the mountains changes path

draws human toward the mists of death

~ + ~

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~ + ~

U.F.O. Venus

blaspheme

intoned unshorn

drift bleeding compass

~ + ~

a blueprint of congested

fallopian absolute vultures

in reverie with scythes

to starve the Muse

~ + ~

a house protected by meanings

lingering in nucleus praise

~ + ~

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~ + ~

Now you can release the the way,

the other line; to see the dim conjured

feeding words as sheaves, rain's

expression, a parasite ur-photograph,

unfaithful, veiled to her wish.

~ + ~

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PyTorch Poetry Language Model.

Trained on ~12,000 poems.

Mode: LSTM

Embedding size: 2048

Hidden Layers: 200

Batch size: 64

Epoch: 20

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Perplexity: 792.65.pt

~ + ~

The Lines of the Family

in some seasons we fight,

and have to stretch for a guidebook

wild forest cedars catching

cavernous eruptional

menacing sunlight, sipping rain

for faint fingers of information

~ + ~

DARKNESS

is that instinct

to eat uncertainty

uniforms subject

to contradiction

dead doubts breaking

~ + ~

my hand

scented

by the sculpture of you

you, who

have peace

while for me, hell ascends

to settle around the street

a sun broken by the morning

~ + ~

what will be done

let's make it she

till she cupping

an uncontrollable

alder

shows him

the her

in which

children

will

~ + ~

PLAY

he lay at her knees

and used a smile

to tie her hair

~ + ~

hypothetical lilies

are no way  to care

~ + ~

i love you for such artless

steps at my door, like a bee

inside a dress, seeking milk

~ + ~

men all fear

the flesh

and yet on weekend's torn nights

after the hydrangea settle

realize mind's moist transcendence

~ + ~

those steps dreamt

of a regular gesture

of acid tracing a base

ephemeral ills aching

as flames in the silt

~ + ~

placed in an ocean

that sways beneath a confused

and ungraspable light

a map

becomes

an anchor

~ + ~

answers beat

up questions

~ + ~

filtered

subtle animals

with sunny dispossessions

delight

in the swamp weather

of this generation

smell the former

rough treasure

dispenser

touch smouldering

dreary willow's

radiant notes

~ + ~

family troubles

seeking micro redemption

elegantly unannounce

pre-determined acts

~ + ~

nothing awakens

the withered mist

its violins dreaming of cauliflower trees,

the shape of redwoods, a river wandering

it passes again everywhere

sharp lines of cellophane

a branch of consonant sunsets mixing

dust and herbless ash from mercury

~ + ~

my phone lets sweet rain

and birds in the deep current

remind me of sorrow

lines shed by the ground

gravity-scented

to wake decay

~ + ~

i watch the shortest sound

of darkness, admire me

on my long way

out of nothing

~ + ~

PAIN

two hundred minutes

curve from the leaves

that plan the beautiful

that happen to erase

a dispute, or a moment's future

that dawn simply in birth's objective:

to seed space, inside

you, to evade

retrieved language

~ + ~

in the strange indifference

of the week's implacable

bread, each flower was finished

it's flesh lets the night lie open

as it makes the tangled questions

look at every new leaf

~ + ~

like imaginary milk

she grows softly

and tries to live

~ + ~

can you tell me why you now

give me this sign, as style?

snare a robin, drink sand

& hook nowhere, to matter?

~ + ~

the idiocy

my rhythms create

out of a bit

of water smells

~ + ~

a butterfly

licks littoral

sweat off camera

cargoes folded before a pig

~ + ~

in the hope of joy

i know the same

dreaming

that fingerprints

call 'self-expression'

~ + ~

there was a moment

in great thick socks

where she decided

i can't

let myself

be hurt

~ + ~

Plunging her hair into rain.

She says: you need to be loved.

~ + ~

to echo the ocean's light

the poison of its elms

pruning stars

that reach to her

self the trunk

of a mistake

~ + ~

patient blue images

wrapped

and showered

i have a cat too

that's new

and horses, harmless

blue figments

there is a catch:

their skins are not locked

their infusions warm nothing

~ + ~

i kept a cardinal

in my inbox

shining

and

a few times,

i heard or

felt its stench.

~ + ~

deified

did i consider it

home? what with the music

every morning, and my mockery

poured onto the roof, and the buried

cold calls of heavy earth's fear

singing over remnants

of synthesizers

~ + ~

the young story's

graying ventricles

cool into a lone depth

as she rolled on to catch him

flinging cracked borders from the puddle

and then won his process of choice

blushed home, belonging like joy

~ + ~

we were busy

in the enormous

hardwood internet forest

pebble wristwatches

gathered around new

story feeds left

to rot in the sun

of public despair

~ + ~

when anger rains

human war

languages

of happiness

are stomped into dust

~ + ~

someone

buried a cat

at a picnic

with a banker

designing the dull logo

of solitude

& other young shapes

half-buried by famine

~ + ~

moral tongues

decivilize dying

a garland

of contentious pills

the pierced shock

of a tree

a night

silence

~ + ~

orchids

see soul

kiss trouble

~ + ~

and the pain

of another's company

noticed in its benediction

sends thoughts home

~ + ~

never greet the lover

on the rocks

or the children

between the houses

or the fleas

on a forbidden sun

drowning forever

in rooms somewhere

~ + ~

when sweet must come

even from a forgetten

secret

and time comes to hold

the noise of the dead

as eunuchs come to sunday tea

and the many fruits

of a secret

little moon come

to willow rip

budded feet

on the sun

~ + ~

i want

guaranteed demands

laden and hacked

at placenta gate

~ + ~

COWARDICE

the  clock

soon     uncertain

disappears   in us

~ + ~

the rubble wildly-wailing

shows you its pedigree, writing

swamps onto your flesh

~ + ~

mama insisted

on making a corpse

from the untold tales

of fake vagabonds

to roll in a whisper

with a keel of silk

where the earth waits crystal still

~ + ~

body was at ease

a wind between

skin and mirror

~ + ~

a hero,

undestroyed,

died, across from,

what was mine.

~ + ~

GREAT LITTLE SOUL.

someone carried you

past the private incorporated

abandoned sweetness

of walls

~ + ~

an excited pine-tree

watches the sky

twist augurs of substance

into weary tears

~ + ~

Luria's Illnesses

kicked the fists

where songs stab out

~ + ~

ghetto dreams

kill them all:

ex-jocks, myal boys,

hearth lords, fruit elders

they are not only tongues

~ + ~

peace writes with

dissolving stars

(all gold)

a strange bird,

old and shattered

rising from its fetus

~ + ~

implacable vision

walking through the stone summer streets

treading on fissures of crushed oblivion.

stoops in glad naked

gloomy invented time

~ + ~

coulee honey.

babylon maple.

cherry creek.

~ + ~

high-dive

i have

no blessing or wit, nor

pictures of wordly passions.

i find my way into everything.

i wish less lives.

~ + ~

the bible: its delicate wrecked tongues

rise into the sky, thick with hours,

to dance in a shrine at midnight,

and leak thunder to make many

methods of uniform uniforms

prison dried under stumped

unknown birds with lips,

the music of the prize

to tend the state

~ + ~

fuck the seed fund

of faint encrypted feelings

~ + ~

i remember his point. it was to say:

when i say

nothing, i

learn.

~ + ~

you remember how her fingers would give

a wish to what must be unmoved

you invent the fatigue of light

a shadow awaiting soul

you leave her more and more within borders

rinsing her belly with maps and rules

you seed a garden strewn with unspoken

rented contradictions

~ + ~

i nuzzle sea-sands

that goddess exactly made

to seek my hand, and there

find burdens  become desert

a wing of accumulated doubts

~ + ~

hands gleaming sweat

in her bed in the forest

~ + ~

that long summer

we dragged the gully

light toward the quiet

impossible hopes of sparrow-flocks

~ + ~

a wide rain of fire filled

an empire with nipples

a spice of truth sprouted as a garden

in your ear, your watched your words

become wind

~ + ~

what shall we gain?

less yearning?

fragment ragged warning smoke?

perhaps our solitude?

and in spite of ourselves

the odd gift?

~ + ~

i pushed home

the closed

delicate bodies

of babel

being

a season

of valleys

bone's positron

twentieth-century

heart-felt  dogma

~ + ~

folded asleep

in the core

is a word

never

loved

~ + ~

the poet fainted

beneath the moon

among dull pink and beautiful knives,

where the earth had fallen out of the dark

+

and there is no fate

in our thoughts

they live

in fresh smoke

clearing the engine's glaze

~ + ~

the lie

will die

glimpsing an orchid

carrying a dawn

~ + ~

beauty moving on

an electrode hill

i listen

using time

to play

the earth

~ + ~

we enter a hard world:

everything again

waiting

we burn a rock

in the moist speed

of being born

we count many pillow-like weeds

abandoned on the pavement

~ + ~

EVERYTHING

rides up to the borders

gathers around your bed

+

i feel its all as clear

as if i have forgotten all my life,

and naive, all is unread, uncanny, following all

~ + ~

Self-Lost

perhaps time

was speaking about a bird,

a creek oiseau creature

bonded to wet surface

or a hunter

serene, knee-deep in water

near the river bottom

that trembles as it rains

~ + ~

in that garden,

the hiss of wood,

in circular darkness

is incessant

~ + ~

a human gaze hushed

at the root, alive

in a loop

of unbearable messages

~ + ~

time tells me it's not known at all

it whirls in exhilaration

an absent blessing

a human complaint behind its breast

~ + ~

only flames

heed why happiness

stitches earth into play

to devour love

~ + ~

even slow attention

now, too, must obey

delusion

~ + ~

for something to know what it was

and hurl the last massive stars

out of heaven as wasted light

nobody must be missing

~ + ~

this family cannot flow, and so

dies in this chair of dust

~ + ~

being a taste, you have no

concerns nor questions to dance

~ + ~

i know the fresh edge of an invisible

winter mesh, a liquid wind exploding

~ + ~

the sky you haven't wanted enough

the lake of your own crying fists

that for the miracle you

return to morsels

in sharp brine

breath shine

& shadow ash

~ + ~

in the room that comes before day

place begins longing

~ + ~

i am reflection

spent in pity

a river of potatoes

wise familiar words

dreaming a distant star

forlorn hearts

letting years sing

~ + ~

this song calibration

has no need for a wound

blue lime crumpled

in the plum  smoke

books  becoming

flowers

~ + ~

NATURE

no one can think

to learn

a mirror spins

straining facts

to love

~ + ~

NEVER FORGET

me

~ + ~

In The School Of The Birth-moment

waving

writhing

melting

floating

singing

flashing

breaking

~ + ~

sorrow knows how to hear

what time will not tell

~ + ~

of all that we most know

the law of each other

is needed

~ + ~

night's sun kept

whispering to god

to come taste the bile

the walls of fog sweeping

over bright screens, tender

soft electronic blessings

~ + ~

consolation

and there are no pearls

no holy poet's work to loathe

just temptations and torsos

rubbing branches

over the wrecks

of homeless faces

~ + ~

SHARK

the price of his glittering house

the air that lambs him

in the torn smocks

on the blood flow

and the shack

bleached glow

cock blunders

show the heart speech where

the ocean will be destroyed.

~ + ~

ALL

the grace  of seized

certainty-free sleep

is an oddity

best-expressed

dead

~ + ~

summer says: of course

all things begin free

in ambitious recurring

bright days, where sacrifice

revives faith for no purpose

~ + ~

STONE

the disordered moon in the baby is

welcome to become, not art nor dust, nor

a wrinkled voice, but driftwood, peacock-shrine

cut, through the fresh lungs, a lubricity

reads, in sadness motes, a meager vitality

~ + ~

he's she?

past engines,

otherwise extra.

i have spoken

of all the things

fucked.

so it can leave me

when it sings wars.

we agree.

~ + ~

love the world

your voice

this moment

is

~ + ~

in an impossible way

life must be

faith in a house

somewhere shattered

~ + ~

TONGUE

and your silent cinema imitation of green

photographs and summer rocks

drives the sunset to cut

water

you'll exult less

when you feel more

~ + ~

distances

made in confused cries

pluck a stalk of infinity

~ + ~

love becomes dust

grated used-up

not good for anything

~ + ~

in three

enigma-born

dream-poems

a blackbird sits in my hair

~ + ~

gate husks the certainty

of swimming fitful winds

vents threaten me from the dead contrary

night with muses fed on uncensored data

~ + ~

the selfish

wind shield

its eyes barbecue

regulations sleep

its book severs meaning's

immutable grief surfaces

human things

hidden in the eyes

of fruit

~ + ~

i love the swampy pear

as always, more saint than calf

a home saturday once designed

by hunger's hornbill

an art of tiny hands

my father hates

any land you live on

~ + ~

DEATH, A HOUND

fused blue and cultured

eats cutty-shark manure

reins of static liberty

like flat stars within a sacred leaf

emptying swans out of a hollow skin

the everlasting

claw of the teeth

bone-broke

brainless

~ + ~

PRIVATE ROOM

in the opposite sense

is twice cherished, or

scrubbed away

into electron flecks

of backbone

complaining walls

~ + ~

OUTSIDE i am scared

flouds

mr. folk

pariah ether

cities dangling

by the blanket

tangent olives

forgotten hoahwah

story mesa

breeze clocks

something has happened to x

~ + ~

a destiny

body made

a crossing

escapes

the tongue

my board

smells of

nostalgia

~ + ~

my lips

cascade

melanomas

almond orange

cry clear

looks

~ + ~

north over fountain's snow-covered winds

ears strike a supervised precedent

to disperse the sea's

warm seal of hard

enslaved cameras

~ + ~

you hear the house see

imagining a queue of leftover

animals linked in sexual

chronology

~ + ~

in the arms of this muted

loneliness

nothing moves

micromanaging

the sudden perseid bones

of resistance wounds

and ruelle water

battered by forty years

of artistry

~ + ~

sunday, six-hour star, honey, the lone sun.

death becomes an alchemical favorite

a big funeral sentimental

web buzz raft

~ + ~

Dub nerve chorus

the logs are asleep

and ore a winding intent

deep within a chain of houses

perceived swallowing light

snakes in the distant air

~ + ~

saw what i say i know

you land

inside me

like sky

i forget my eyes

to kiss

your hands

~ + ~

i wept here

across the milk gates of the factory

while my father began to erase

money with a mouth-sternum-navel-cleft

~ + ~

i have suffered the

intimate nerve thoughts

of rock dry

conspiracies swirling

wonder

~ + ~

THIN HEART

here, awake, hold me

at your bosom, let no scorned

grass politics clanking muffled

pierce the salt meadow

blurred feeling

wound enough

to guess

~ + ~

SPEECH

enormous hollows flung bright

from the pewter array

pilgrim moment

fear

to sing

enthusiasm

as when i left a pair of dead

kids rigid burning

prayer owner's upheaval

after hate

made the point in me

~ + ~

3:49 dawn, always

here, i regret

the wind in her blue coats

salmon-pink alloy

cucucurrucued evaporating

~ + ~

a fading brightness of horses burns the way

sometimes a sun somewhere in america was

measured in a riderless decline, a

sparrow-flock of angels in a plague of suns

~ + ~

militant

tongue asking

shadow to jump

through defeat

bridges

shooting fanged agony

from honey machines

pine-dark dogs

tar canku rows

hitching friezes

where ancients sleep

~ + ~

I see

night cause this saying

what follows spying on

the effect of the rest

planted on mountain's peak

love demands all-love-forever

~ + ~

time-girdled, imploding

they wake for love

~ + ~

don't take him back. right away.

flames, like stories, die.

~ + ~

let love ripen again,

let your bones pass over this universe.

~ + ~

we did not know

the glow of things

the shine that made

day swallow our paths

~ + ~

dead water

etched into

unicorns

oil-coil & pork-sky dreams

double-hard, darkening-wild

snowblue hands

~ + ~

only nothing

the feeling to be

such separation

~ + ~

we are born

stalking

last-gasp

lust

~ + ~

raw pods of rainbow hair

~ + ~

old meals

my soul already wanting to lift

nowhere,          bent barefoot

by the fence          with rain.

~ + ~

every wave

is a model

logic farms

~ + ~

mankind sustains abominations

money-hungry and happy

~ + ~

orchids to pencils

one antiquated dot

rare charity

in violet harm

bridges  crime

one hour of such надо, raised a way

of casual birds, a beard addressing napalm

we have forgotten

we were raised

to pause

~ + ~

i love how you watch the glass

that separates me from

the photograph

~ + ~

sin.

i, the falcon,

planted the southwest

scratched soil

flew trembling thru fog

~ + ~

mind is a smudge

oxygen wax

veins

in the bleachers

of the visual propeller

peasantry car meat

misery piers

ninja planets

~ + ~

i sit at home

a sky in a photo

a sliver of flesh

burned with light

brandishing

nothing

an adamant singing

declaring  the sun

~ + ~

my story is

like a voice

which sings

when it cannot

~ + ~

sit, cry no longer, find

a calling

robot offers

ignite answers

we are mattered

fate rhythms

~ + ~

Sipping on Estrangement

he sighs over early-closed flaws

contextless phone calls missed

flights that stopped the fruit of together

~ + ~

sicken

silent

sad

even though

the world

is planned

similitude

paper-thin

self-effacing

lost dreams

come to smother

happiness

~ + ~

beautiful men thresh flora diamondine

impolite free sandstone parcels

where the headland pliant

satisfaction bore deep scars

~ + ~

i'm not saying we're right

stone lifts naked

magazine oil egos

a punished bird

unbeheld morphs

into silk blood

~ + ~

love struggling

along the field

redeeming gestures

of ochre sea-spray

winter's precise

guarded  amazement

~ + ~

in the womb

of manhattan

scattered on gloss

between pine and snowy wires

anguished yum

on fluted agave's

discarded pavement

~ + ~

big and clear

wrapped in ignorance

i count things

i am  dreaming

~ + ~

the future slid preying on us

in the peak of the dawn light

~ + ~

archived orphan tumours

cut home in whore steps

~ + ~

a never-ending winter

opened the long odors

of an impending  song

~ + ~

language

throttled

trees

~ + ~

death-spasm

twist of stars

ate dog time

wept

a button

spurting

~ + ~

mouth ranged into the street

whirling translucent in the hope

of some other

~ + ~

people told dead

heaped empty webs

sloth yarns

~ + ~

our hearts returned to

weather the fallen

debate of the floor

recalcitrant

rings screwed in

narrow undulations

burning cliffs

silently pitted

with gas bridges

~ + ~

hiss light

and cure kin

whistle at the guard of blood

when

chance laughs

death feels

~ + ~

i toss love down

i get up

even the sound of god

ignores me

i build a table from the horizon

~ + ~

by your slurried window,

the only place you never are

rabbits listen, and

a great stone spasms

birthing a shy

inner metaphysical

springtime

~ + ~

dawn

commandos oil

the formalist you

ah, the sum of homes

a cloak of paper bowing among mangroves

a desiccated summer glowing in the wind

asleep with swans

~ + ~

like the doctor

whom the words ash

in cargo

i lean

to thrill

disguised

meditation

bridge

crumbs

~ + ~

a mole attitude

blooms in the real poem

a statuette of rain

a pet kept by a crowd

~ + ~

i have not always been

what i was, so i am happy

when they come, and we is sick.

we have you, they think

to wake without, and

soap the mountain.

i want to talk to you with you

until you forgive me.

w/out u, i'd have

no birth at all

no childhood.

~ + ~

the enigma

of this leaf bloom

cures the backyard

what's to come after the house

expiration? you do not want details

about it: that last need of being

you hide yr pain in pride's moment

taste a future known only in symbols

~ + ~

a seer furled

becomes hush endless

offal, a friend

caught in a vinyl mirror

a rage of telegrams; a legless

animal burning; an invisible

floating rock

~ + ~

she wants an inflammable

scrap horse in bed

he knows any good aggragates

will be sent ill-luck

she notices courage's small legs swell

as she touches him, he blinks shuts

~ + ~

why tell them

everyone is ravaging nothing

foreshadowing neglected

synonyms weaving

a pulse of lakes

i need to watch you --

~ + ~

the worst

is love

that deflection daoist

poet held like the pen

void, unwanted

human nature

united with the floor

you are taken and cry

~ + ~

summit of contractions

those odd antique stones groping

a row of afterthoughts

+

i fetch a false arrow

and sow  power

to save one mocked

bulging

strangeness

~ + ~

adversaries thread

a trance for

imprisoned

fledgling trees

soil swaying

like molten bones

bread hardened

into words

walking dusk

into desolation

~ + ~

every day a woman

passes through a dark alley

of industrial beech light

touching the apple-red agaric wings

washing a glossy hare in horikoshi mustard

sipping resveratrol

to awaken the heart

~ + ~

nature

tells someone

about anywhere

nothing fails

~ + ~

bless me empty

softened

heavy

in a throbbing chair

of blood hunger

something burns the grace

of eternal loss, becomes

a polyphonic canker

~ + ~

Being answers

a cage with no retreat

a bowl of sturdy moments

& wonder

goes on

before they

declare you

over

~ + ~

i will open

a holiday

at a little distance

from unlistening

and touch

only the almost

beautiful enough

at the edge of the poem

offer weeds as gifts

~ + ~

acumen

describes

the night

rescues moist

bravery, and shakes

as thirty pills shoot

a wire into awareness

~ + ~

in the covenant of women

a path quickens

all afternoon

it rains

each place falters

catching the light

dying to display desire

or lack thereof

~ + ~

beauty

physiological

in time

not heaven

wakes a handful of confessions

stands, letting midnight

play within it, grinning

~ + ~

a flutter

of rendition

speaks of god

as if he or she were alive

in water striking literature

no duplicate

tasks to improvise

not even death,   marked

to talk

to this spot

nothing makes it the word

of my seizures  against

the stillness of hope

past

space

implies

endorphines

~ + ~

one lover's back

pulls holes from

the field's sand

damp with empty blood

life juice

locked within light

shakes stars

unflattering hills

flail into prayer

a trough

of lovers call

feelings a mistake

their glittering

squinted jurisdiction

sublimates care

~ + ~

two blossoms

turn bed

into garden

book

a pulsing sky

within water

undulant

accursed

moments

full thrill

~ + ~

we talk

what others

think

~ + ~

a kiss is

a cardio problem

stitched

felt

satellite lines

indignity

whiffs of emotion

a mud echo

shut into the hours

beneath slang

~ + ~

Inside

silence

beyond

what i am thinking

i am alone

and will never be born

time eats

the words

of worms

~ + ~

come, speak me

life will still

be just this

~ + ~

as stars spent

words they could not

feel

their green hands

cut odor

all i have done

at last, becomes

a stem

~ + ~

the shape of doors

remind me of wheat

beneath the plumage

circling echo

a narrow nadir

open and tuned

a gun

inside the shed

smearing shadows

~ + ~

hoax children

no longer turn

stones into air

~ + ~

i sit on salt

my mother said

phlegm, so necessary

only a wretched scent of sleep

belongs to higher things

~ + ~

she runs home

to the soft-conched bush

to explain how the child

didn't like me, and how it

means nothing because

i am listening to you

~ + ~

to eat is to be known, to get

glittering self nectar

from flesh meditation

to remember what

you must see, perhaps

~ + ~

beautiful anemones

sounded

wounded

confused

only if

you go

hours

bell

sweat

on sunlit ground

in full-unfolded

riff stroke madness

~ + ~

for       me

here forever

it was rough

loud    silk

sweet spikes

mist pattern

crow  paralyzed

highway chladni

harp reservoirs

dirty    harm

death darling

plink    wood

tinging prime

dis-obedience

~ + ~

could we have said,

again, what

is precious

what the sagacious

howled small cynical

great narratives

had convinced

the mother

blubbered mind

to like

and to borrow my ear

so we might

shut in them

the beautiful

feeling pieces

~ + ~

it starts in the morning

out of the heavy-winged

veins of

reason:

the first

singing

+

behind me

a thing is

kneeling

unable to keep

any secret

within its reach

~ + ~

in one bones

again

there is rock

& a tree

eating

a potato

a chair

covered

in honey

a sparrow

on a bus

smiling

~ + ~

in the morning two days later

blue sounds strike the valley

and with judgments crack

what has always been invisible

~ + ~

when a dream shifts

its position

it shreds the whine

of inherited stones

~ + ~

she lies on her back in the field

and feels the screams from the city

eat into her beautiful ears

~ + ~

germinations

turn death

into sex

~ + ~

microbial sympathy routine

~ + ~

like the heart of a lake

we are wounded with time

bound by blood's secret

dust of favorite things

bright

quarrelling

valley

~ + ~

THERE IS NOTHING IN ME.

except pandas

stirring empty

unknown shadows

lovely ink of blatant

transparent fleshless

copious corpse clouds

motor virgins of lichen

whispering that the body

destroys what she planned

amputated wings

in an abandoned cradle

~ + ~

a hope i thought i achieved

toiling in the alley

like a trip

without baggage

~ + ~

to thank the mess, she said, is not right

maybe its a favor to drown

what life shows in books

i hate to find this page in my body

printing me till i live to explain

how-to become old, die without fret

~ + ~

Spring frowns and falls

towards the world

crowded with yarn

irrigation light

a robocounter

in the fields

a beach

sparkling

arms and breasts

appearing from folds

dirty clouds

budding taut

drench the sea

~ + ~

mercy passed on the next book

of those not speaking love --

we know that they stayed small, optically-

positioned to pull in the breath of people

~ + ~

freedom is what nobody is:

a core absent mystery

a gleam sewing faces into inaction

as if there is not enough to do

plastic tape-roll peeling rocks

to reveal little meatlockers

~ + ~

this strange

summons visits

every brain

~ + ~

in that ancient room--

there was something

the opposite of home

an answer snail,

a pentagon econolodge

a mad silly translation of time

a chimney before dawn, a trickle of cold

loam pointing with your whole hand

toward fermented windows

~ + ~

ballad's concussion

concludes in drool

that's the way it is

it licks anyone who looks

~ + ~

do you even see me?

when i am not in bed?

and do you see your mother's

fingerprints in my mouth?

and the petals on your neck

trembling with rules?

and the sparrows

in the swamp

carving hopes?

or the sun

playing ancient cellos?

~ + ~

Some of that rain

stabs reveries

~ + ~

a foot-path for what is crushed

a pure horror gulag fountain

every grandmother runs through it

~ + ~

NOTHING

we saw eyes dream

in home-sick skin jails

wrappers,

greater than any

distance, thought

around the body

~ + ~

Woman God

let's be clear

each day is a lever

the naked church

refuses to take grief

into the machine

~ + ~

weeding self-pity

black cars moved

over a sagging cloud

~ + ~

Last Tone From The Ancient Fabric Of A Child

curling on her lap, the hush

of oak trees, a silver trout

with winged horns, and a soft    rain

thoreau shows how narrative

floating awake like that

cryed for years in the blue sin

~ + ~

Where We Stand

today we gave our money

to feed one life

our emotions weighed

our replacement

we held the deep

paths of the wind

to make sure

united chaos

wasn't a transitory

lotus breakthrough

~ + ~

pills by sour peaks.

my neck calligraphy.

unwilling bread sculptures.

rooting mountain poster rock.

~ + ~

the end is filled

its ample hands

hovering over bright snow

its white horns rolled

in cellophane startled

touch sheets of sludge

from the dryhtlic dance-off

~ + ~

joke rage

before that

at the point

at which i'm still

here

people's skin

devious amid melting fists

ate buckets of births

~ + ~

restless stuff

absolves disorder

what is it i mean by this?

i harvest foliage

that burns my heart

i am

a sinking boat

on a locked tide

~ + ~

we won't trick minds

or ascend

with touch

to join the stars

when you die

complicated fumes

root in numb fire

~ + ~

chant

love

each day

sing a spectacular music

outstretched in the grasses

forget your animal body consumed

by light expanding fogiveness

~ + ~

music on the floor,

poised asleep on the edge outside of things

in some place  where molten

mosquito rock

intelligent shows

possibility pity

~ + ~

my heart eats ashes

others love me

i like it at home

i have these analogies

i feel lulled in with sides

a еспредельщик contigous grin

a solace that stares as it grows

~ + ~

angel

of structure, i fall like a tear

into torture ditch code:

c,d,d,b,b,a,b,a,a,c,b,b,b,c,b,d,b,d,c

i see the hunter pushed, head up

into the bathroom, preening.

i hear you shut the takeout box

that bears my name

heaped before the tv

~ + ~

whitman's fake appetites

make the x listen back

~ + ~

in the golden hotel

eating cake

despair gates

clockwork cusp of sycamores

lined up, yawning, seduced,

lost in wonders' fibrous machinery

endless anomalies

dusting the dross

~ + ~

1000 amber deaths, & a little wind

set out to remember lyric stone

debtors' trysts, power salience

~ + ~

bitter future anaphor

a forgotten echo

bare and for sale

a vast sweaty

stolen wild residue

fading bereft

limp salt rim

ruins

sufficiently used

becoming archives

~ + ~

during this dance

sky cracks

and lust

(a rubber ducky)

watches

tyrant-haters

gang-fight

~ + ~

i.

the countless salt

in everything

ii.

a word, a tiny word,

round as mercy

iii.

a lifetime lit

by speckled rags

~ + ~

after the perfection of the feast

we were not supposed to note loss

or brick-strewn trickle grapes

sagging where payrolls whisper

~ + ~

i remember the sounds of heaven within the whale

~ + ~

and so the waif

(sheathed chasing

crowded water)

watched the village breach

clamouring with time

at the entrance to a velocity

where expectation slipped

~ + ~

infinity sometimes

is a danger

tearing despair

from the pattern-book of dream

~ + ~

the true road was commotion

an overgrown aim

behold my mind by the sea. your

side under my mouth, succumbs. do

i create you? ready root glare

of my body, an email flood

that tries to let light in

~ + ~

thread distances

before they pass

~ + ~

open the chaos

a flying tongue

squeezing language

let relations

come home

to illumination

~ + ~

evanescenct war

imagine tomorrow

just received

an unreal fever

~ + ~

long ago now

a secret mood

hid behind

an abscessed hand

a suffering god palsied

with wrongs

became the land

as it rained

~ + ~

p. placing her hands

on the lyric and tubes

of stone

remembers the singing

wind, hanukkah

cleopatra intercession

pleasure

shoots my lap

flute, that curse of father's

jagged letter savanna

~ + ~

FRANTIC

stirred and fragrant as any dream

reaching she reverts me

we spoke for a moment

left

in love

for this is the year

we pass the heart sirens

bleeding pause

the pale impossible noticed

bronze-gold spaces

the ribs that fill this bed

with song-book hammer valleys

beating dirt into smiles

~ + ~

the paralyzed priest

remains undiscouraged

Idomeneus singing until

the flower of heart's

caress scatters

beauty holds

a cold bell

~ + ~

river tore

around the bricks

ushered and scrubbed

past the meditation

up to tree

on a fjord

to warn you

~ + ~

having seen fear

invoke drama

i watched in distress

my teenage txt recede

into gutted emptiness

ancient words

waiting in the sea

~ + ~

reboot all installer code

awake as a lifeless alert

~ + ~

you're the first thing i saw:

the scent of grief, fresh-washed

useless grime enclosing

a weakness amphitheatre

honey-suckle's embryo trench

~ + ~

morbid grass on dead

clouds moldy sloshes

the decaying nameless wise shadows

and the reflections of the welcome

a clique of suspended penetration

~ + ~

Utfus

dolphin mustard with milk

of rum and pale summer wood

frogs around the altar

the fingers of a child

a yak-hair table

at the heart of yes

~ + ~

biased thought      making

a rainbow from lawn chairs

~ + ~

I Wish To Be Closed In The Intimacies Of Love

a pool open

to the bottom of history

children floating

on fluted rain

the deep cream of an unerring land

~ + ~

until

time-lapse pollen and water-clock care

swarm regret visionaries in a chorus

of flesh-traded brand-new raving

mouth

will release  a shadow

of sewers among swamps

~ + ~

because they were screwing

on our hairy chairs

and splintered particles

were escaping through

a fine hole facing a fire

rages, disenfranchised,

conjoined cliffs

~ + ~

get upon her

spread and drunk

crammed in

clinging to a weight of coffins

~ + ~

where ashes

never-living

softly beat

a disturbed task

~ + ~

with a frown

full of honey

i surrender

to a past

where passions

imagine me

~ + ~

john cool gasps,

grasps twilight black

blue ashtray glass, picks

green flowers shooting

hidden among

green stalks. wakes

everyone who won't enter

the beauty. the ceremonial

celadon paths that run

to see coyote flaws spring

~ + ~

solitary huckleberry

in the bright bottom of the void

~ + ~

Fleece-hustle Taste

I summon ash, pine-forests

and bubble-awe high-risk flocks

~ + ~

a flame rare, endures, nothing

but a cataract of foam-flecked talk

that cries out, upright and massive

for the troubled stink of sleep

~ + ~

the house they dragged

out of the daylight

talked

~ + ~

clay

argues with the moaning

sun

~ + ~

i think  of glitch

sex prairie wolves

tattered     books

who seem to write the fool

and kiss     the nest home

~ + ~

xiii

i cannot dream you

beauty   diseaseed

smooth in my bed

~ + ~

orchestra isolation

without ambition's mushroom

cut bones into the color of isms

~ + ~

poetry flows in joy

above what moans

all climb her

light

to drink warm

wine

and gaze at

bearded spines

huddling in the brain

leaking wet cochineal spice

~ + ~

waves

a broken ledge

a pool of bright fronds

a jail bulletin

a metronome

a death-note

~ + ~

in this model

the ground

doesn't matter

and life floats

toward loss

leaving lullabies

~ + ~

folded breath

approaching a wall

of mild appropriated

saturation

peak

transparency

where words

scratch self

with speech milk

~ + ~

so often dust like the feet

of an illegal tree

comes to spill the muses

~ + ~

this afternoon

all the sunlit

songs of water run

toward cool mute twilight

~ + ~

devil's muscle draws

empty cream, brick

jockstrap roar

and hungry skulls

quiet and young

that's the wisdom

of this dead thistle

~ + ~

Forewarned In His Sleep, Honey-Gold Baby Worked For Me

to smash

the mottled now

~ + ~

birds belong

to undulation songs

a repertoire of moves

arisen in accident

~ + ~

i am ur-cantos,

uncountable mock-solar-flares

“peace” clamped to saran-wrapped

inmates in mass-market holes of fate

let us wash this ground and go on

~ + ~

despairing and incomplete

in a lonely cage of gentian

skin       drifting

~ + ~

torrents of dna

scuffed ledges

where lambs

feather mouth

cinnabar fields

~ + ~

angry are their paths thru the games

sounds are dry here, their souls

mandela in america

death is the shadow truth

of meat, apollo's peace

now even when they can will it,

and even if they shield a heart,

they are alone, lost in steps

~ + ~

a post-hypnotic score

weight

reading her pattern

shudders

~ + ~

CHANGE TOO LATE

on the last crucial rail of light,

the void does not see the vaulting

turning air, nor cities folded

as they lie at home, dwelling in

venus' orbits

~ + ~

adorned duress

inside gown albatross

arranged red tents

and stonecrop unities

reverence the way

they're mutilated

~ + ~

they listen on these nights

to an elegant shift

forgetting the tracks

inside the interface

they want to be

platform sediment

~ + ~

i smell code

assert blood

~ + ~

WORLD

opened his past

perfect eye

his team impossible

lowland  enclave

of pompous clothes

his mint weather-hen

swirl of dappled bowl

executive-proved awakenings

~ + ~

together at a picnic

of pastel-drawl deeds

and sensitive velvet-ice

~ + ~

show me, once you've fallen too far, too long

in blue, through my dream where mother hidden

and free shines, while dad hearing me, writes not

~ + ~

a mind in pain i am

tearing at cherished words

the body's fresh rewards

scarcely felt as growing

~ + ~

Kerygma

in the latitude of the way, they choose

to sleep, letting the law of things

pack white wet privilege

we enter with those folk,

bound in the name of you.

to sing: i am digestive soul

perched numb on an old wise song

for i ask nothing out of love

~ + ~

every spring must

kiss the stream

bent with snow

prisoners without feeling

rinsing the valley in a knot

of enflamed breath

~ + ~

i am smoking a persistent nazar:

a field encompassing maps, colony-

lines, slave-reading light as it grazes

its primary-braid of north snow-gestures

~ + ~

Calm always deep Hyperion

is an island stuck

in sherbet like a shell

inhaling regret tallow

~ + ~

sick driving

a plastic code

and the perfume

of crackhead matrix

cornbeef jumps stinking

over her high birthday skin

hernia leashed to altar-stains

~ + ~

a muse calls to its peers:

an om orb, at home in the market,

a resilient heart thicket,

a thin statue, bare-legged,

a guest, thrown out, pacing

chronos who sells ringing

nothing filled when alone

believing knows

~ + ~

i hear obedience weeping

swallowing gravel

as the cold old one waking

says: what is broken is bad

~ + ~

Perhaps They Crawl

to lecture the carnival flower

to rust the chilled reptilian cicadas

to leap-frog monuments

to chide dewy plates floating like flax

in these a kind of gratified order has happened

~ + ~

Who Came To Shit Visions and Desire?

Poetry with a beautiful mouth

cheating the sunset out of pain

~ + ~

Hard Flower

a tree's child

calls a rock

to the agitation

of vegetable touch

~ + ~

now i am chalk.

and i regret to be

the yesreaderyes -- that

heart anecdote taken from me

i'm old and rare and torn

and i am sure voice now realizes

sound is an acid jail.

~ + ~

We Number It

iii

and point the mountain's lines

and swarms of autumn

toward my dad's hut

where he said i thought

it was what you wanted.

i cannot taste you,

the way the cherry relaxing

tastes voices or analogies

as pieces of african rock,

sea-gull, doorbells, or grape.

~ + ~

in between, friendship

was a difficult love story

slow endeavours

to access her belly

to dry her eyes

i am not talking, nor am i waiting

to see perhaps if it fits

explicitly in this impeccable

~ + ~

racing with breath

in perpetual pain

guarded like emptiness

remember

that god

is looting

quiver

sufficiently perished --

inherit yourself

there is no zero here

~ + ~

time engulfed us

to nibble this willow

bed

deep

swells

the significance

of a misplaced heart

in a fierce tent of ribs

~ + ~

I Am Writing To

the bullets & the windows

water is too confident

nothing is empty

i've no room for that

~ + ~

spider

listens

opening

love

as it instructs

soft dismal knowledge

to imagine

living exiled

among stories

of a sea-worm soul

~ + ~

dawn fields

kicked upward laughing

at their own flood

constricting the smell of snow

to where shining first went

~ + ~

Mind By This Clay Breathes

unconstructed and ensouling, clear.

windy and numb, reversing.

later a landscape is spined out of it,

a victimized bump, and desire below, speaks.

~ + ~

The Last Bliss

those bright lines

in our spine

are silence

i am kept

in a movie

in a coffin

in the gutter

in slender sounds

suspended over a lake

~ + ~

my third instinct

through a graceless

angel cyclone cuts holes

into angry infinite blues

~ + ~

shadows sang

to the holy woman

her wounded hair

seized the gate

~ + ~

I Close My Face On The Stems

a photo of candles

on the path

where i am born

air shining

by the box of answers

in a summer room

i am eating

the sound

of a heart

to calm the moon

~ + ~

the song's air

supposed the wrong thing

sliced the tender

last book

shaped a picture

with rules

made time

wiretap space

removed

our content

~ + ~

the scent of things in things

holds a serious bitter radiance

body's mind, light-footed as nothingness,

promised an entire cloying rumored lice-oil

love    reconfiguration

~ + ~

for what is not is what is

in the hole day forever whole

head must break off hand

to choose an hour

draw on a puddle

of faded butter

a rumor of the sun

~ + ~

i will write three short dreams today.

in the first: i touch a prurient

cheese, then purchase a nose.

second: rivers run inside walls

looking, unsuccessfully, for windows

third: a blossoming lignum-vitae

offers a sauce of pleasure

to dead ruined letters

~ + ~

melody believes in meat

darkness hard

revolution fossils

~ + ~

how does one paint grief

on the elegance of the infant

~ + ~

Light Was Wasted On Us

the night is full of comments

all-new roaches

fluffing death

my heart is thinking how

i miss your presence

~ + ~

balance laughs

a secret joined

to progress

~ + ~

convergences leak

a precocious blood-lust

as naturally as one might

hold a howitzer

i was saying

this always

in bed

~ + ~

There Is No Therapy Now

liberty, dying, receives a future

melody written to forget

wrought in the garden heart

haunted by the climbing

boastful

celebrities, choking

inside discards bags

~ + ~

forests and darkness

require guns

beloved curieux

madness

under the oaks

toys disappearing

in a roar of primeval

being

while in many minds

some interior kind prometheus

constellation scuffed

construction star

burns in the shadows

and at the edges of it

is what i am not sure

~ + ~

it once seemed

that wisdom came out of each word

and phenomena sang a rainbow

how is it that the poetry of miracles

understands substance as a barren

shuffling of books and roots?

~ + ~

phony corrupt

gushing counselors

breed juxtaposed

on the table

river

light

faces

the ocean

we wake

to go again

~ + ~

i am happy as i chant

past suicides

gesturing at glands

broken in me

like me

the grass

brings in

a body

sometimes

awakened

to hear

the hidden

free i

~ + ~

hungry songs

in your etymologist

crown leap out

remarried

same-sex

~ + ~

talkers ween with fear

the south lawn studs

patiently vague

worksong raw

swimmers who

deceptive glitter

among thrush waves

plankton

solace

~ + ~

there's a vein

in this song, a zeal

useless

chrysalis of silence

~ + ~

limbs.

i remember,

one.

~ + ~

under the feast pulse

in the mouth of nothing

above humpback rhythms where

people sign crosses, my father

plays with a beautiful

quiet bivalve of doubt

a wind full of foxes and pebbles

flashing cuticles of saint thigh

~ + ~

yet you

found what you sailed for

to hide the clearing, no need

of doubt, no need to end

in your centre stone pain

~ + ~

And Die

to have a choice, to live

cling to paved wanderlust

play the tender sheaves

of their graves

a packet of warm blood

and blind abdomen lice

crying up from the sea

~ + ~

Our Witty General Woes

diamond unperplexed

she spends her language

expiating rotating cages

~ + ~

the light smells

bent-winged

of crimson

dreaming

~ + ~

at the end

drawing dust

on the face

of fantasy

~ + ~

Your Metal Be Done

grief (like bees)

redeems an archipelago

inside a mirage

~ + ~

tyrant flux

~ + ~

the room stands

physically

when i fall

~ + ~

a bird in the asylum

its mouth leaks home

~ + ~

you are born enough

no doubt you can be      beautiful

~ + ~

my body is sutured labyrinths

a love nourishing mind thirst

~ + ~

NEW

children emerge from the wreck

flaw ordained

pinioned dead

rumour poised

~ + ~

Grief Circles Forgotten Trees

what i can't remember

of this place

sings itself

outside there is

a dog, a beach,

stones, a console,

a highway, planes.

~ + ~

and we are hungry, we say

for the ideogram devotion

we discuss, it is assumed,

the cold balcony shit god

~ + ~

a little moment

migrated into fingers

& ha!

flow by ashen

contemplation

oak united naked

damp water smoke

to love the seizure

wit broken entrance

i remember the word

laid hot to sweeten

~ + ~

so people went to the prison

the racist ruined black wind

the fresh emblem of the wandering echos

a gap gurgle stew of twine turbid doors

~ + ~

Hate The Same

i almost wanted to do this

to hear you talking

but no, i live my name

enumerating

its couplets, ignore

my tongue

until i am a glock swat

invitation

halting wounds

~ + ~

Toothless Sextalk

husk drawn to the sludge

lips, rewarded with rain

overcome by dust

engines unfold

~ + ~

a starved whim gently stands

wrapped in possibilities

~ + ~

for troilus, the year

during which i'm dead

was dangerous

~ + ~

i hold a zen love

spun

out of perfect insects

shuddering in the wind

i draw my cedar back to wine:

ripening  satisfied

~ + ~

You Woke

summer dawns

inside bread

a wild grass

long skies

drunken butterflies

cream whispers

sound makes us

dwell and fall

~ + ~

tender sticky and open

you stand

at the rose door

and crawl inside

~ + ~

^CTraceback (most recent call last):

File "generate_pf-INFINITE.py", line 87, in <module>

model = torch.load(f)

File "/home/jhave/anaconda3/lib/python3.6/site-packages/torch/serialization.py", line 248, in load

return _load(f, map_location, pickle_module)

File "/home/jhave/anaconda3/lib/python3.6/site-packages/torch/serialization.py", line 317, in _load

tar.extract('storages', path=tmpdir)

File "/home/jhave/anaconda3/lib/python3.6/tarfile.py", line 2045, in extract

numeric_owner=numeric_owner)

File "/home/jhave/anaconda3/lib/python3.6/tarfile.py", line 2115, in _extract_member

self.makefile(tarinfo, targetpath)

File "/home/jhave/anaconda3/lib/python3.6/tarfile.py", line 2164, in makefile

copyfileobj(source, target, tarinfo.size, ReadError, bufsize)

File "/home/jhave/anaconda3/lib/python3.6/tarfile.py", line 244, in copyfileobj

buf = src.read(bufsize)