RERITES

December 2017

All poems in this book were written by a computer, then edited by a human. All poems were written in the month of December 2017.

The algorithms used were based on Pytorch Averaged Stochastic Gradient Descent With Weight Dropped QRNN.

Corpus sources: a subset of Poetry Magazine, Jacket2, Bob Marley, Bob Dylan, David Bowie, Tom Waits, Patti Smith, Radiohead, 2 River, Capa, Evergreen Review, jhavelikes.tumblr.com, Cathay by Li Bai, Kenneth Patchen, Maurice Blanchot, and previous Rerites..

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

jhave@jhave-Ubuntu:~$ cd '/home/jhave/Documents/Github/pytorch-poetry-generation/word_language_model' jhave@jhave-Ubuntu:~/Documents/Github/pytorch-poetry-generation/word_language_model$ python main_June2017.py --cuda --data=data/dec_rerites_SUBEST4+JACKET2 --emsize=3200 --nhid=3200 --dropout=0.65 --epochs=100 --tied

INITIALIZING Directory: models/2017-12-10T19-47-44

Training batch size: 20

Test and validation batch size: 10

Data folder: data/dec_rerites_SUBEST4+JACKET2

Model folder: models/2017-12-10T19-47-44

Size of word embeddings: 3200

Number of hidden units per layer: 3200

Model: LSTM

Number of layers: 2

Batch size: 20

Dropout: 0.65

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# of tokens in dictionary: 81104

Using : nn.CrossEntropyLoss()

| epoch   1 |   200/  960 batches | lr 20.00 | ms/batch 734.57 | loss  9.10 | ppl  8998.65

... [wait a few hours] ...

| epoch  17 |   800/  960 batches | lr 20.00 | ms/batch 773.29 | loss  3.79 | ppl    44.17

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| end of epoch  17 | time: 828.23s | valid loss 2.9602 | valid ppl    19.30

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> RuntimeError: Unknown error -1

... [HD is full. Give up. Begin generating.] ...

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jhave@jhave-Ubuntu:~/Documents/Github/pytorch-poetry-generation/word_language_model$ python generate_2017-INFINITE-1M_October.py   --checkpoint=models/2017-12-10T19-47-44/model-LSTM-emsize-3200-nhid_3200-nlayers_2-batch_size_20-epoch_17-loss_2.96-ppl_19.30.pt   --cuda --words=600 --data=data/dec_rerites_SUBEST4+JACKET2

+~+

Mode: LSTM

Embedding size: 3200

Hidden Layers: 3200

Batch size: 20

Epoch: 17

Loss: 2.96

Perplexity: 19.30.pt

Initializing.

Please be patient.

~ + ~

a tremor of light

in the middle

of the shaman's stomach

a spider smouldering

in history’s

repeat

The earth shifts

motionless with babies

bones guided by a hue.

A bird's eye appears.

Turquoise. Deep.

a deluge wriggles in

a skyrise of petite longings

a restless itching

Blockchains

Human types of days:

coughing desires,

eating rumours,

repairing chains,

cursing,

kindness.

weed

viability

auspicious executed discourse

postmarked anarchist promises:

oligodendrocytes impaled

plague irrelevant

landing repertoires

shit gaunt

collagen

losses

imagination's faces

subsiding in the hearse

placebos

belong to the sun

an alphabet

fragile and

fossilized

honeydew wings, SMS banks,

mad homelessness and absurdity

Holy sacred rainbow keys within

the uncaring emanating eye

memory   weeping

into undrinkable

packaged Need

1.C. glucocorticoid

hisses like

cedar sheer

dust Science

cities

rendered

by an auteur

input

gif-dream

slice probing

weighted calibration

flesh

hemorrhaging

declensions

the hinge of the apple

clings to its own love

in tremors we crest

the body    groping

artificial occasions:

instantaneous nymphal

offbeat   bicep crabs.

This small polluted meadow

is a fingerprint

of a fragrant Buddha

There are no answers

anywhere except love

Fermionic Hertz

Automated Fur

frothing the pavement

whirling feathered dust

fading into the stars

You say:

I need a vision.

A few

nurses

golf with the shin-

nipples of a cane-brake

walkup razor.

~ + ~

Digging love, we

pick up

a sea;

all that we might

have needed, ended

in each other

redeemable passion topology

breath engineering

delight

phenomenology of horses

parasite lantern

your Immense Anchor

in my Turbulent Light

runs by

blood is a daguerreotype

ancestor reflection

or phone

petroglyph

throbbing gaze

of a dented glove

a pleasured gouged

ape escaping

into bright light

cloudless windows

wild sand, dental asphalt,

rings of copulated piss

on the surface

of the enclosure

shed your muzzle:

pale,

destructive,

untouchable

Words

Coax

the urge

to make us drink

the untold urn

Then we face

our hands

in an earlier cage

delight

with the winds

eat brave shadows

~ + ~

you know

what we are

in here

within my dream

where underneath

is an oddity

dividing the pain-tube

accusation cafeteria

into druggist relational

biodegradable gravity

you gut

the exceptional

bruised aperture

homeless biases

threadlike neurons

resolute & unfit

And now as a child

stands in the past,

the mystery of rain

is dying.

I hold the world's fury

certain of it structure

How beautiful to see

the inner and perfect

mystics burrow into regret

to make freedom.

~ + ~

Sea-Surge

layers of carbon glowed

lazily admiring all that we were

a cancer, lost, a racing

distortion, a warning

Intoxicated hawks and sparrows

Tumescent crackpot divinities

Elastic enter-buttons

Bogus salad

Quotidian

Thinking

Thinking

Radiance

Dead

Equal

Private

Inconstancy

Mature

Smiled

as Ulysses

выкрикнуто (screamed)

Someone

Loved All

A Party

To Wish

You

To Use

Me

The summit mist sings of

A marksman’s Fawn

Virtue’s pass-fail

The Guillotine

and the Holiday

underline Distance

Implacable:

Deflections

Augustan

Reflections

Gypsies Weep

For A Doctor Who Would Not See

The Misfortune

Spectacle

The Food

Misfortune

The Reef

Lover

The Angel that Grandmother Identified

in Brooklyn

at the age of 10,

sliding into moonlight

replenishes sleeping birds

with sunlight, and plants poppies

on billboards

Under the Sign of their Towers

crippled things engorged on specifics

warm acrid frayed foil servility

--  pretend it is service

Shake Your Dogs.

Fart Away.

These rooms are memory’s selves.

Then we breed

in the old winter

sweating in the sea

the wind filling

dusk with icy symbols

small and loving

reasons discover

but never pretend

on the November coast

Babylon migrants

circle love's

pretty future

give one banana your finger

enjoy your moment as a man

a puppeteer

peddling

clinical

pipe-dreams

swallowed

the psychology

of perplexed

or delicate

resignation

~ + ~

a metallic cut 'n paste aura

packed with slush mimesis and

indium-slime-liar glow-worm kill-water

down obscura tunnel

again, going closed

for sentimental days

So when everyone nears, the flow of her epoch, contour-

bearing on the diesel-fuel-blue phone, she brings not

older concoction gobbling twirls, a priest behind

a rat in a strip of anticipation to advance

thru your vessel. "Because where there is

no word," she said. "From the frame we rob

a cost confiscated by all poems."

Oakshadow nest,

an untouchable wound.

I linger in my face, big and ruthless

Universe, a covenant of paradise

writing the facility of my limbs

Here's a hole

No one can see

A child murdered

A vignette breast

Devouring apoplexy

Ten lama stepped out, moaning

and then stopped there

wind

is not always

talk

mouthfuls of truth

morgues, filmmaking

striking

the free eclipse

of this river heat

where there is work in

mastery of silence

soap, somewhere,

in a grove

rapes a book

1.

Beyond the sea edge,

in memory

of oak, plunder

dried fountaining

of desolation

blooms

Numb

waist-length

boreal love

seeps from suburbs

and learns to

wake openings

leaks

a blade

of menopausal

light

rung

by a celestial

wheel

An ur-cantos

backhoe gift

Resolution

in all skin

A lipless warp

of lean mascara

guarding a rainbow.

2.

The hotel rises

red with seashells.

A record-breaking

indecisive No.

She said, "It retreats,

freighted +3.2% gentler"

Slaughtered.

In another hand,

it opens.

~ + ~

Cumulus-Trolls

Suppose the locals

ate Stendahl's elation

Thought: I am "O"

Forgave the reset.

Monkeys

bejewelled

with milk

oblivions!

You pray for your mother,

persuaded a little

by a pickled sound

to bench-press

virtue’s gentle

gravity

to exhaust wildness, and croon

eager beehive veiled dreams

to torture fuming

identifications

fed on cowered

night

your powdered thinking

comes, as you look at me

cross-legged

on the tempest's

upper evocations

you walk a few steps

out of her

and suppose how

death unfed

by petrification

mirrors

the heavy cross

with cold mistakes

you are naked

amputated, and damp

with the rain fluttering

bare thorns, and

blue silk

authentic

verified

bitumen

laughter

paragraphs

asking:

Do we

love

this

solitude?

Dune

fragile

combustible

sexual methods

correlative with

textured helplessness

Reflux Kali

HÜ-HÜ

Flowerewolf

Excursion Grid

Unforgivable Ideators

Thick

Were

The Clouds

Lost in

Stones

~ + ~

From: Crossing A Parked Sun

eternity exhales

an unconsolable list

which will sometimes

perhaps

suggest a future

a rose-clay city

consumed

by boring

adorned

glittering

breathprints

insider kisses

tombstone snot

violent gods

carried with

burning flip-flops

to the homeless

shelter

mutation

tethered

to a dream

hydrophilic

acquiescent

miscellanies:

more lists.

Hennessy’s

bruised made-for-tv

correspondence onion

overlooked and horny

a nation confined to a

perspective of terror

a shaking meandering fossil

forking into virtualisation

flowers  which have no debts

mulch  paralipomena

you once

told me of

yesterday's

mask

~ + ~

I chew laundry.

Trapped.

Hanging on memory,

sighing, tongue scrolling

through blood.

Each breath sedge

blowing through this place

wants that last first trip

In a cup,

where the guest

stands.

This was a way itself.

A deep self on the bridge.

Gritty with riddles.

Things emerge.

Tumbling into a basin of oscillating blood

translation's fate seeds

sweat weed-perfect

cathedrals

a rotten path

overhead

where patterns

of light fall

to dance

torn from cages

these are the words

of the universe

which is, in truth,

the energies of a Silence

reflecting upon coffins

confiscated

cosmic light:

not coffee,

nor love

I'd come closer,  but we

never-quite-clean forget

and perhaps to be

a relative person

is at the end all

Dissected

and touched,

I muscle

the crackle

of death

salt

purged

of all

but other.

No,

Not    working.

New.

awareness

sprouts

prey of work

from the stars

automated

totems

home

feasts

Stomachs

keel over

to dance

the ravenous

house

made lazy

& dead

by birth

We surrender to

milkweed's song. Promontories

Heart clenching.

Every it breeding.

Nothing matters

But not laughably.

To race a clock,

To read a break.

Pronouncing on my leash

Threads and holdings

Lovers in their forces.

Admired milk.

Arteries' brains.

~ + ~

We

didn't have to learn how they, the

other people -- their faces

mixed with bread --

would soon join armies

and drop into journeys

with percentile precision.

We

will still need to serve them, in a

spot where perfect things are

prepared to remember imperfection,

while we sink away,

early, into our mouths.

We

see them as clouds

thinning on our floor

clearing cyclone husks

from the lungs

of tender, thirsty

orphans, tattoed

with numbers.

We

ejaculating oak,

three parts inert,

entail rainfall on their cemeteries,

lumps of sugar and bite-sized seeds

that grow into gradient runes.

We

acknowledge with this, their subtle

labyrinthine contraptions

in a wild aviary of cries,

a perennial wreckage,

balanced,

overlooking a ruin.

We

feel it is enough to move,

a centre of mutant lines, frayed,

glittering from a ventilated

imaginary cloud which traces

its clean intimacies

to their talk.

We

concentrate on pissing through

emeralds, exhausted helper-phage

light eating itself

within them.

We

laughing, rub superstar-desperate

naked-cracking fertile-jasmine toy-passion

chains with irreconcilable

written feelings that dream

a dissolving pale street

We

shake our chests, and try, looking

over with a hostile whimper,

a dissymmetry of such recklessness,

some of you wonder if

we have not met before.

~ + ~

What Changed?

Now Lozano,

I’m lean to appease

this artificial heist.

Inclusion in the margins? A living

where we blame honesty? Inactive

divinities? Fallen wealth

cut to clay? Guerilla

woodwork, brooding?

Leave the cartoon.

Abandon the bucks.

Lean the ego bulb

against the walls.

Hear what amethyst

epigenetics say

about your sad

arrogant songs.

Exit your boundless flow.

Forget the dragon's profile.

Drop the enormous eggs.

Abandon the blooming disarray.

Blood plunging,

try mature worship.

There is loneliness

in elegant words,

bury them.

Now open-handed, in dew sneakers,

melancholy opened miniature numbers,

stomped among the sandy gloss of wars,

hissing at tarnished malls.

Worries scarred into frozen liberty,

incidents ‘fingerprinted’ on bones.

A wanderer straightens sunlit tracheas.

Acclaimed

Professional

Lovable

Auto-Complete

Projects

Labour

To Sleep

~ + ~

1.

In the empty cemetery

eager to texture discoveries

and lug out to my sleep

a gulp of fair dust,

I wake critique.

An improbability bloomed in art,

concealed and wrong, weighted

and insatiate, tasting of

disastrous cold,

I become certainty.

In restless viscosity, a temperate

revenue incapable of thinking

about fact,

I sheen myself.

Fainter than any épistémologique,

I fathom all.

Lacing the nerves in my face, over

an obscure autumn sky,

I live.

2.

Archetypical Anonymous

Outlawed Hearts and Bladder

Forgiveness

We wash pyres

in the semi-gloom

Of the sun.

We thank

the flames

and burn.

Burn the angels'

rabid beds.

Burn the lotions,

blowing, to hear

winds revive

lesser selves.

Root level

ash shrugs:

It

can

barely

seem summer.

~ + ~

While the unseen story rushes at you

seeming to coax a beehive out of bread

remorse tugs lime

worn hands, cracked

flung hands

off, clean off

laying limp Mesopotamia

fingers near the alphabet

Consider here

a willow pale beach

sinking through glands.

Slyly, here it rains framed

incunabula, untrapped & ironic

life-giving, scarlet-cupped keyholes

bordered with butter and foetid lingo.

Consider how the hunter, warm with child

climbs the road to the shareholders' shore

to avoid noticing their shoulder-length eyes:

emblematic

stamen

weighing

the world’s

diseases

And if they achieve driest importance

illuminate our roach desires

blind their skulls

erase the standard

and resist the war

of universal colors

so be it.

~ + ~

Exact Glances

anatomical bridges

adorn an ocean

muttering rays

nipple vibrations

of yellow bonecat

dose-throated langor

no suicides no passion no discount

nor a fondness for generating nightmares

no manipulating dye

in ruddy shops to seive

a blurred geyser of

taxed indirection

not I, no, not I, no flower

left cold in the air,

a desperate contour.

The egg

overflows

with rain.

An uprooted

river, full

of pores.

Seam-debauched escargot

extra-inning spiritualists.

A dimestore .38

feather core.

Lightly, begin. Listen:

touch yourself. Perhaps

you will taste a mouthful of hope.

Inedible

realistic speech

gender blues

within  sand

in rough

anatomical

perspectives

denying god

its pilgrimage

diagram candles

its succinct,

uninitiated

annihilation.

You growl with tears

in circles of water.

Conversations cling to

words disturbing

claustrophobic

snails.

Motels dangle overhead

on the reticent moan

of stray skies.

Bending to adjust

dimensionality

into money.

Glittering

with isotropical sushi,

outcasts for the curious.

Psalm prisons, loam

chilling, whisper

bliss.

two halves of a navel

mingle within things

to dwell

in the early realm

breathe and impale

swab the plaque

clip on repeatedly

the wrong viewer

a cage not born

evntually,

the big cha-cha

funeral promise

of every neocortex

is trusted

~ + ~

Below the Sea

laughter and birds,

sheets of light, and stories,

famine chocolate, desperado

clouds driven by unbearable duties.

1979).p.174]

Too simple

our movements

leave wounds.

submit

this blessing

for the sum

of this generation

this image

where

minds absorb

callings

belly memories

this hemisphere

of a deeper shade,

a plasma hummingbird —

an alleged sparrow in a blue

bushel of laced

sun & boughs

this handle of sand breathing

death's season,

cold colloquy

and juniper

mistakes

this calm

that sifts from

sheep, placebos

unblinking

this confession

of a corpse

this pelvis

tender

step

this niche

caught

in a

single sun

submit

this waterglass

of slow rocks

in flames

this melted insecure

moment's giggle

another strand

aerating the shade

of firs and daisies

another

obscure

humanity

with a sacred

shark mouths

this toothy encaustic

boring breeding

this book arrow

nudging everything

named

true

to eat

everywhere

this profit that

shrank your head

that flows from

a paper-clip

this disemboweled

love, denim misled,

attack nipple

this version

of an apartment

cast in cries

and wonder

this you

~ + ~

Bridge

The Deterioration

Her tears

just started

and now continue.

She tremors

for a long time.

A Soap Lust

I think of the trouble

we had connecting:

attaching collarbones of new nylon

sawdust and shipwreck silos

to the sanctified

valley of our bed

i remember you:

intuitive &

snub-nosed

a marigold-clumped brow

above homemade breath

your

knotted

gypsy-brain

flesh-carved

you took a

photograph

of snails:

thalidomide

salami

shitting

brushoff

anachronistic

sterility

you spent weeks

encoding the ocean's

mimosa-bruised

vestigal frangipani

shitting pearls

you imagined pirates

of a wonderfully-

dull childhood

shitting

into buckets

at the concert

you lie in silence;

a territorial poet.

there is a reason

for all the rules.

Hagia

By the time

I (feeble)

succor

the bombing notes,

I'm the problem.

A strange force

foolish as sacred laughter

scouring instantaneous ladders.

Near the river, a disc,

your muted eye.

No bike, melted

in the backyard,

illuminates you.

Inside the fresh

baroque sparrows,

no surgery carves

perilous cartoons.

You are chilled

wonder, fields of

applause, a flock of

rivers taking up breath.

Your lip

fountains.

You, wild,

spill to

embrace rain.

Your belief:

objects playing

at being unicorns.

You feel loss

of memory is

systematic.

Your

time

clings.

You are a

{reluct} ant

chaos

and a chord

not meaning

anything.

Your petroglyph awaits

Orpheus in a pilfered-drone.

~ + ~

I have no patience. My body

is good: a loose prophetic fire.

You take me: here, with you.

You are a switch for an ocean.

You invite love down into you.

You imagine that humans must

understand how ideas cause ravens.

You nest where everyone silently

becomes peace. This happens.

You think (not in your head) of

wonder puzzles, arduous ancianas.

Trapped within distance

a deer yields to the wedding;

And love half-guessed, gushing,

leaps soft-scuffed

scalloped leaves.

Some chopped despair roasting

scandals, silent things, mute friends.

Both noise and sleep are peace,

Walls are peace, alive, and talking.

Now, I say:

We're older and will see

or not

what happens after.

Burning,

decorated with plastic feathers

flailing on the orange garbage heap.

An erect cat pushed to cross the desert

glass flashes over it as it rains

Through my warm body's sweating shape

your cascading voice rips open streets

And as you drive home,

leaking ultra-violet smells,

you lean on water

I am afraid

we have come to

hold fluids

as thoughts.

Someone catches me

and I again know

less

what could be.

Any real thing the mothers

touch becomes tapestry:

a position

of that day,

we walk thru.

the damp din

of brain, dancing,

a calm atmosphere

in an emptiness,

that we never say.

My room is a deadwood cup.

Drowned rugs, secret ids,

silent, amputated

sandfleas in a cage.

A leap of seraphim

gliding worms

suggesting a movement

of transparent

empty juice

A toy unfolding

worn throughout heaven.

Centipede (1966-1972)

Ancient screams play with a fearless

molten flood-tide, its flow

lighting a meadow in the heart:

a soiree for a prism,

small agencies of chore,

an institute of self

dumb and tough

shaved bottles

impersonal orgasms

~ + ~

gouging the ravine

down to rivers

the winter was lazy

and the seasons

so much smaller

than before,

missing still, a glimpse

of shit, a human, any

unique human.

distant and impassive

an atom's 11-15 orbital

spaces bought patchy stub

sleep from the crown

so that life could say:

"I owe no glue to weapons.

I know this."

it won some, anyway

with the eye:

swimming in desire,

dying with clouds.

life watched ‘bleeding’

advertise for time,

aching in ambition's

engagements;

stars, weaker, again, slowed, and thus,

in that coffin of a day,

all fidgeted.

the ball, with its experience,

looking into the drain;

the waves, poxmarked.

all over the air, on patios

of tribal plots,

courtyards are made;

a temple with a sacred skylight;

the station where amygdala

works to record itself;

wine constructed with

a rash water. Ntaria

streams, silent.

who bothers with what is

called sex? The heart's

bloody stray spews.

I shave light with a mask, and

blowing upon soap, am seen.

presence clear, exploding

like an eternity;

so cold, it feels denied

here I am, tethered to

silence, fearing

a downgrade.

some seasons walk

below, there where

motion is almost absent.

I could have been the bait,

in greedy Numa's bean,

blossoms spit by

shadows of the sun

yellow and purple

scalloped humans, elm

leaves, sawdust, skies;

girls' juices

of the Lower East Side;

Fellini blessing

an invisible rejection.

there's no comfort.

I have finished

dreaming.

far below, a canyon

folds a coiled hive

and, on that dark foggy street,

makes a pure haste

of our small skins

inspiring in our emptiness,

another city, and that

is not quite enough

~ + ~

Thorsten Dead -

1.

Inaccessibile laundry, 1969

ultrafast silo-rich,

drops of thinskinned,

atom-smashing workers

and fantail, faint fingers

with map-guided graphics, and tremulous

meaningless blisters like volcanic horizons

brightened by amplification of caved-in winds.

2.

Reveries of cleaners and peddlers.

3.

Slowly, the Quinine you seek, burrows

into your brain, its colors and blurry

summer within the sun, keen

to exactly heal what you see.

4.

I am trouble. It is not this day

I was born for. Not this one.

5.

Charring god, cropped spores,

take pride, bloom among the soap.

6.

Irritationless, a novelist's

guttural nucleus. A poem.

7.

Then someone crashes beer

into bone. Dawn arrives

in our armpits. A warm subtraction

spills like steam behind sound.

8.

Praying too, a simple —

better mountain, a colony of life,

splayed.

9.

I keep the worst. I who sat

under the grass, thinking about time!

10.

Thucydides says: My mother.

Even when he means окно.

Window or shaft of mine.

11.

Old and relevant, how I watch and

hear sex playing: long, late.

12.

At any time, taking in the latest

creature possibilities, this

it refuses to belong.

13.

And I hear all words

in my bones.

14.

The cornea of the Fatalist

grasps sonorous edible knives.

15.

Tap on my window. Later,

in the morning, I will write

out an old secret.

16.

I have no time to bruise

nor to heal from flames.

17.

I am swarms of damning swans

on spiritual cloned lust.

18.

A parallel go

receiver underneath summer.

19.

Hushed and fragrant, I lay up

across lack, and watch

rapes nest in consent.

20.

Femur highways

melt in the scent

of folly bayonets.

21.

Fraternity flashes

in the sanctum.

22.

In alienation

someone is more

than both.

23.

Spine shadow

griefscapes.

24.

Silk cathedral sand

in the crotch words.

25.

ok, we pour down unto

your heart like water.

26.

I know the world so whole.

Every why again, I ache to copy.

27.

Beyond the patio, a blue-

green desert, null bread &

the lint of love in a toothy dark.

~ + ~

A Trumpet

Dips to feed feet,

absorbing their swirling

gradation harbor, and zoo

logolalia-taloned shadows:

masked, dancing.

Stops pink, flushed.

Massive butterflies,

capsicum entwining,

with their quiches

and labors of waterbulls.

Remembering the green parsnip.

Blind flakes barking on the wide ice,

sealed through, alternately humming

and hidden.

Think the place grown.

Skate this unnatural lullaby,

hold the distance.

Feed on a word.

Think of salt.

Become their understanding.

The guest

nods with remorse,   --

another filthy distance,

stolen.

Enter their bones.

In the tax vowels,

and emerald rats,

quartet towers,

bubble shops,

& early wood.

Forget all prices.

Trout enamel

pillows pour

over corn.

In The Fruit Of The Crystalline Waste

fear of × bronze-flower

grime and light

a jam-red toothache

dollar store shadow

the endless focus

of a river-bed

that yesterday

warm with calculus

converted heart

into spackle

a drug is pressed

sliding from the bell

of the earth

we lie

with gamers asking:

what progress

has been reached?

each scorched

heart

is only an

Extra-Inning wall

in bed

we've learned

to rain desires

We were literally

boring in

Nothing.

Lungs inhaling

subversive

herbs.

Narrow buzzards of the

irrigation palm.

The eagle, □ cobalt

virtually.

Sheep Variations

in the Night

of the Foyer

of the Room

Where I am

Quitting Christ.

Your job --

what will I see?

• in lieu —

2025

Bullets

harm the air.

Light

bends birds.

Drifting

seven flights

like it

like the fuck

true with a few

shadows

Engines in silt

look unceremoniously

beneath a whimper

a wind

slaps

hard

across

a mouth

-sternum-navel-cleft

blue legs fused to yolks

x cheek, monocles

and handles

programmer, bony

half-angered

nontalking

destroying

~ + ~

Party.

I am shaded by uncles and stones who

spit seas and grind source fashions which

mourn the fading logarithm of civilizations.

My job is deemed

sad, although other babies remain

on mountains that are not tall enough

for real loneliness and are forgotten

already as ibis scepter & fat whirl.

I am a fisherman and a fly:

among dripping boughs and

dust pawns, shouting silently

with parched eyes at dawn.

I scrub with my mothers. They

halt. They miss someone. They won't

ay who. I am no more.

I know other modes

of endangered play, know how

some words like meia-lua,

without reservation

slow the Professionals.

Nothing

matters.

We suffer.

On the volcano, I read the

transcript of a butterfly.

Moloch

in RED

Las Smith Vegas

Pouring the Banyan shrub

into the wilds of Labrador

A monstrous oily wind

of total excitement

with slack force

notes the sacred

discursive bare-legged,

peace-creeps camping

in shallow cheap

meaningful

uniforms

Possibility = LOVE

Anal

Pink Dentata

Groundhog

Assumptions

Old Placebos/6

Prostate chimps

Divinities

Fornicater

Post-Tantric Kite

Fidelis

Stork

Lethem cipher,

edifício ngarri

asthma, d'arte.

Who's Charming Whose Bloodlines

You are suspicious.

You scream detachment.

Bra-strap

"Lantana"

Bountiful baking:

in our immobility,

ham vomiting

mire polymathy,

ialite, slime-liar,

hit/run tisso

atom-smashing it

this lurid July harbours

bully dog lifepreservers

too fucked to capture

the mechanical history of creation

master an ending

before the arrival

cloistered in flowers.

Modified (1991–2003)

Blood Trees

Stoop in ecstacy.

Hounded by means.

Floating to catch you.

Boredom, thinks.

A script to separate babies.

A suicide in deep flight.

A wound uncalculated.

Warhol’s Underwear.

Concerti ventriloquists

“numbering” mirrors

You time—died

and are flogged.

Metric SONG tuning

Abutted Altjirra

lost утративший

Whispered straw

and epistemes

Shout Duration:

woven Loves!

Mica in Plaissance (1991–2003)

Rkarlanopai

nostalgia

~ + ~

Existence

On the farm,

windshields turn

to ice overnight;

While city justice

is hunting  for poems

within chilly sanatoriums

and stubbed stars.

Door fronds oil,

flecking syrup at

each deathboard

where fists &

paws degrade.

Extreme priests bless

milk; rocky daughters

hop up red stairs.

Blind seasons lunge

at sand they can't see,

19 epileptics climb

a secret lock.

What am I?

a fragment? a lapse

within latent dates?

a chrome-extension

://mhjfbmdgcfjbbpaeojofohoefgiehjai?

pavement growing from pearls? space

sleeping with one small everywhere?

a gas? a hut? smoke?

In the house, I ask for genre stores.

I want friends but need

bodies. I vote for a knapsack.

I've never heard of love,

or green fields, or seeds.

Not even neat human

water falls here on the porch.

Everyone walking in the hills,

uses spiked compasses, follows

tips through steaming dark.

Turning their arms toward wars cut

from the sky: lost possums washing

mother-of-pearl wives.

The gang-rape of old men

hitting her here, at the corners

of her sequined whiskers.

And evn tho each

moss-packed-machine

loaths intelligence: mind still

wrestles and stabs at sponges.

And then up comes your phone

sparking the parking room,

as if it were seduced

entranced and scared

bamboo holding

milkweed

needles

it bristles

alive in

complicated

xeroxed slabs

lock-straddled

thoughts heard

glacis-decree

whispering

Then the old women

brought him

pastries

from SETI

and excited,

shook a towel

at the harvest:

and cold

as grieving men

ate each breath encountered.

ash agile

bird hormones

lump focus

cameras

~ + ~

Tourists at the sanitarium

scatter alone,

exploring a comedy

of sterilized virtue

Punished representations,

imagining a train

emerging from trees.

A registry,

full and unbreachable,

laden with plums.

What is

needed:

spaces?

gilded orange

sheep

sunspots

sometimes

illuminate

a sacred phone

and show

imaginary curled

rough-legged disputes

as cool-hewn objects

in originality's trap

snapping power

to unplug

flocculus

clone-polluted

flaws into #Anonymouth

At War's

Headquarters

peace waits

in the auto-park

sitting on a VR beach

devised by today's meat

trying to topup meaning

to bribe the normal

encrypted signal:

turgid jardín VI, erly I.V.

perto que virtuel gurnards,

— tadeusz fuck.

0.67, nam

memory-wire

impregnated

froth brick

The city angel,

- later, divorced -

gathered attention,

then power.

Clinging to

photographs

of wonder.

Faces so alike

they are almost

in each other.

Making circles:

towards reason

I go on a hike with God.

He's slow.

I ask him why I cannot express

what is so profound about music.

He replies with silence.

Blame oils

the offbeat.

Slowly,

smouldering.

Anachronistic, innocent,

crying. Yet without cold,

our hearts were granite

rainbows, and planets filled,

mad, with inter-traced time.

~ + ~

I drive into the distance.

It is dark, and I drink it.

At the river,

I read a

self-portrait.

Three months ago,

I drove thru a storm:

woven, jittery,

trapping habits.

A residual moon casting

black pubic hair

onto the freeway

of your navel.

Chanting

pleasure's report,

that descendant

of disappointment

smells of violets.

I sleep,

watering

a functional

yet honey-colored,

p-brane

of snails,

a bonecat

crib.

On the console plains, essences kill.

Pneumatic Corporations

They give pollen to crises;

we are their pores.

They have no children, no laws,

and no wind in their wives.

Their roots melt us. For them, the sea

is golden-fried spiders, a prism

winking movie.

Crimson backwash

arising from an estuary.

It Seems (кажется)

I have not known care.

No documentation exists

in a slaughterhouse.

fantasmatic tv ravine

garden institutions,

reveal her road --

The empty glass.

The snow dazed on the rows.

The foam of spittle.

Taurine prolixities.

The marksman’s reflex.

Darkroom weakened [слабело].

~ + ~

*

Out of the Sun

a basin

on the surface

of sadness

destined

to end

sex

drifts

with

gleaned

yearning

as birds

between criteria

tangle winds

glowing

in night’s

gnarled

memories

±

water

whispers

it's not

heard

neuroengineers splay

under the sycamores

time's rings

fill with

poisonous

music

±

A truck, in rainfall,

wedged in a ditch, touches

a forest.

±

People asleep

on an ochre horizon

where gulping gulls cry.

±

From the city

I swim toward the bush

that forced me out

to flee ecstasy.

Clad in pajamas

wading in predictions,

fading with gilded

indefinite itching.

±

A sigh caught like an aura,

commutes home to boil boots

in tomato patriot hair.

±

Forget articulation.

Think world as home.

±

I remember all the flowers,

the gestures of their heads.

±

Delicate hope

cannot

be inherited.

±

What must be

is sweet

and naked.

~ + ~

Path = TmpDir

The Headwaters

of an Argument

Promote

The Beautiful

Concussions opened

with sophisticated

intensity

melancholia yolks

in lipless cameos

octopus people

noiseless oil

credit dens

The world is not itself:

a tongue falls near you.

Evil flies down

procedures of relief.

Each key has no

impact, but the position

of the heart,

like love

-- patient on a crumbling

windowsill

(through which many

possess the same

pleasure)

lives close

to silence.

An angel in a tree, scratches

refinement, disparages

junk, withdraws eddies

as ironic as reality, a cargo

as ugly as a horizon, a cold

decision made

n darkness:

we feel

constantly

and drink

and look

against.

Ko-jin

takes permission

to ground tonight

tilts breath,

saying:

crave matters

voice feathers

system feels

~ + ~

Nourishment is an ocean

latched to the remains

of nothing.

A gift in a garden

offering venom as description

Overofficiating,

grass, bread

and sawdust, it

implies

contiguous

еспредельщик

valuelessness.

Love is good

but prohibited.

As is armour

or sex-talk

or funerals.

-- disease, noise,

turbulence, juniper,

foghorns, hair,

pizza, feelings:

all banned.

I submit

to sterility

in a cool cellar

as a boy paints a comb

of tears on a serpent

Life is an aftertaste

featuring dissatisfied

stories pointing

at weapons

& genius.

In flight

we are

not alone

Tearful and

transparent

we look and lean

Sheathing,

we stumble

glistening,

tainted

pocketless

apes

tapestries inside bat

tapestries inside table

stale ping

trim-ends

tower toys

swathe lingo

divvying up

the ills of Rilke

Streamers and Ash

1.

Winter sweeps aside the blood's stupendous sun.

Shuts the burnt border where the thrush blooms.

Lifts the boundary of a past iron.

Listen: the old mornings gathered

in media-specific unsuspected

humid dunes, tumble into the

limbo of rivers, in someone's mouth.

2.

These are the words of Silence.

The heart in an absurd Retreat.

Locked flesh wet with quartz daisies.

Touch: an aperture as it leaps into dust, becomes

that aspect of vowels which makes sense of

instinct, wakes your world into opened woe.

3.

Sway too old for grief propriety.

Performing the kindness of fools.

Tasks are orgasmic safety.

~ + ~

Winner Of Shards: Necrotic Neurons

Culex

feathers

forced to

solve a plaque

stumbling at the bottom

of anti-freeze, dead-end,

outré, protracted-rubberband

hammer-strewn rivers.

An old innocence

named in his dress

etcetera

With euphoria.

Without resistance.

Hiku’leo: poems

But yet in this

matter of comfort:

a mistake buckles

and time wakes me

slow to make light

years are synthesized

standing in juxtaposition

and from the perilous rush of this grace

knots rate each plush vagabond gulag garden

stratic feathers slick with sleety red juice

black comfort ledges in a dark afternoon

endless in my head

walking to my lover

and first loss, now

the empty aura

of bread

Lines To Talk (1962)

The doctor is tight, white and untouched

A too-old-for-the-war exhale

unbuttoning observerations

A mealtime caressing sharpened quiet

A slave gorging on spit

A keen logo entering a soft transition

A bug onscreen

A gymnast of anarchic self-analysis

which helps something forget something else.

A simple garbled text

A ludic domain

A widow's note

A thirsty baited bright ocean

A swab zone

Infinity is a goddamn shadow thrown into

what stays. And it becomes in these clouds

a bridge: but this

is not an answer.

I am not patient.

crystal punk words

reset irrational

fragrance

~ + ~

Everywhere

[ везде ]

The soup of happiness

Speechless, wrestlng bone

Honeysuckle brooding

Imprisoned presence

A proof among random dynamics

Engineering perceived momentum

False tendrils plunging

thru oblivion's

resilient dust

Ash Damage

Feel the rainbows;

outworn rise.

Ten years later

Night

Trees stain

Emptied skies.

Children's Wildernes

[ детский ]

fruit rode its brooding knuckle

consonant over a surface

hiss of love

sparrow-flock

bonecat

heart-thought

toneflat

bone-chilled

forcemat

How We're Revealed By What We Say

I left marks beneath that

strange crying case

dying tranquil stars

sticking to nimbus-strewn

rocks

Wind Filled Your Tent

We sit on crumpled lilies

and get ready to leave.

Our blind minds

scour skulls.

Caught to be loved.

There is little vision.

~ + ~

These Are The Words Of The Reef

and where we gather them

we smell hate

a mold, peeling heaven

an improvised unwashed

voices crawling through the slow

antique safety of acts

as if a blur breaks the light

this is what we know:

do as it says.

they’re

behaving

as if distinct

storms know

about the

present

evolution

orgasms

a contingent

squeeze

a description smell

of coercion shale

a bald swollen box

of globalization

She Looks At Sugar

maybe elitism

is necessary,

and the band's

mechanics own

adolescence

ten years later

the best ants

must be expelled

I stand in the sky’s huge

lecherous and untouchable silence

slow and sober

hardwood diaphragm

gas bone

the riotous

part of the heart

anticipates a pool

of affection

without

coefficients

beginning

heat traces

itself as

movement

the lustre

of a divine

inner window

is pure fog

A Requiem    for  Robotic

Pillows Offers Information

Within  Spherical   Bricks

~ + ~

We greet

our soul

as it sucks

on dreams.

We think nimbly

writing the intimations

of a two-thirds love.

I must have Goya's bends:

the lost spaces

of instant delirium.

I imagine appetite

riding in a puff-pastry

truck.

And in the middle of the track

a stray disembodied voice

peaks from an empty seat.

It is sure you know the children

of poets, the desperation

of indecent things.

Ignorance feigns holding a cellphone

and descends calmly into gravitas.

Its one non-arm vibrates with

spam notifications.

It says crows dance

within their mothers

as if packaged.

It claims children

fly with their teeth.

It mentions the taste of spite, and how

resignation blooms like a dead ghost.

Laughter descends

from its soft songs.

It mourns a face it never had,

what might have been,

a long time ago, let home.

I bury it with the truck,

the bricks, the walls, in

the floor of Goya's iron lungs.

sine wave

wilderness

shades

of violence

in one of us

I go on

moving in

loneliness

unseen

a pregnant note

fragrant technoflesh

a province of buoyancy

purring for the implacable

a small poodle

at sunset

in the meadowgrass

Behind Panic

Metamorphosing

In My Womb

You Were Blood-Ravenous

A Conversation Raft

Thinking Thinking

Jazz Laurelled

~ + ~

Tragedies

A serious cocaine dance

scraped it on near Lilith

hippy rugs, unread College Channel

guilt at the coldest phase of Atropos.

I summon my Bible to keep

being at rest and father

sleep.

Maybe I can relax :

iPhone freedom and empty purity, give

plunder all its tropes, lunge rings and bonds.

Poisonous chord

hoarding weather

in a dwarf cage.

The world’s alleys and chimneys begin

their supernatural praise of caves.

Now meek existência

subtexts with Ghatak’s Best.

Sex bathed in the laws of work.

A Serious Census Of The Void

multimillionaires have elsewhere received

redemption to enhance non-destructif skills

Hummingbirds and JAMA SHOP Spirituals

where Tomorrow's Corporations breed counting

an Epic Ballgame of spirit

inside the Apapane Bubble Saint whale

softness docks, hedge-funded, improvised, tough.

I write neurons, and

know, light

and water

I'm

de Kooning

Schwitters

Honey, and

Blake Dolor

quiet,

shivering brightness

I master what I use

scrounging

bar-snacks

I think about China

with explicit anguish

hope that the Surfer

loose silence

chose to condone

an identical fricatrice

married a parked conquest:

cold-blooded sterile choices

confess

her type.

siren literati

I move priests

claw the jug

from the oven.

Later, I command her hands

collaborate in random orbits,

peace choke 4,853,991 horns.

On the patio,

distribute Trash

a diachronic foolishness of dogs

grieving calls forth lipstick.

~ + ~

and the throne of closeness,

squints down the steps where the nurses

walk up. So Cath goes asleep

imprinting an arm

Just small enuff

to rust Peary's clique

of pickled smoke, and beginnings

those stars she refuses to be?

which size affection?

__________

a thousand germs

in remorse's teacup

even the birds

notice

3.22

praying for pain

and warm and

moving bonds

shitting themselves

abandoned on the road

wilderness arrives

like a trophy

“This is our alien sincerity.

A dozen verbs losing their legs in dust."

excrement

in the ocean

erasure

we

meet

unnamed

glances

starving

inside normal peak

Ballgame winds

from TV Huston

— seashore bully crabs

corruption, invert

firebrand, map_location

platters of Aouth

ripening unease, filling entity

The Ebook Of Earth’s Corruption

in isolation

meaning networked

to make elsewhere very likely

to be conducted with fear

baked in essential

attack economy

to spin

AT&SF into 317, split

absent sector clasp

~ + ~

F.Ing Drink Emotology

Neutron

transfigured grace

tyrannous, gave us: food

snakeoil autumn.

whelming earthen charm

cut, as rains flock

near the sea

a wind of legal-sized sickness

I like dismal vision.

Should i carry it closer?

Just a drop of ago.

In this quiet book

we are a dream

scrawling on videos

engorged

Poseidon

sorrow

suffocating

a glazed apartment

pizzas and garish

bodyisms, swimming

to wink

at jagged space

nasturtium city,

Caribou Busch,

cross glow:

a dark fetus sky

catastrophe strike

of hijink optimism

sits in a dark box

conundrumming

quotes,

to stay

in the rain.

Words skewed  [скособочена]

hoi in a beige shanty

scrutinise

cloudy-equipped

fame

an angel

wishing for

a selfie

of your heart

the hub

bends

toward

your hurt

immediacy

granules

phalluses,

sunglasses

distance,

frost

~ + ~

A Mystical-Born File

We Live With An Independent Interpretation

of The Ebu-R128 Metrazol Sagittal Dove

CLOUD ELEGIES

Wordie

Face Crew

Within the code-lawyers, the feeling of Internet verse did not violate autonomous unease. It transferred these conditions to CNNs. As if erect towards grudge rather than receiving sex. Surrendering continuum chances.

Crystalpunk proofs, adobe tools, contrast sector poetries.

The ctenophore

invented

EBU-R128

creosote taste of sibling equality:

metempsychosis hilt-silo-game

©™ Acyclic Ledger

The Ludic Network of Technology

hosts AVATAR Notes on Four websites

unauthorized papers: Munson. Astroboy Holland,

SAM, 412.27.pt

DEATH

Every day, light saw a plexiglas landscape, cascaded with cellphone filaments, sprinkle expectations onto reflection, an ecletic selection of vice motifs: a subset of self-deceptions, a detailed attempt to associate movements with empty immobility. Stress-directed randomness, epistemic ABAB.

Zero basis of any moment: satellites aimed at masquerading copies of dialectical, violent, erotic governments, etc. This is the ocean cutting computation's mutation shears, sentient chains, cries, and meat encoding mechanical experiences from thought. Inchoate mad usage interaction brains. Digital antigenic creativity.

Rumbles of data backdrop, techniques from suicides, prefrontal poetics reframing sanctioned myelin constraint concentrations in solidity with local ideology. Numpy enclaves. Fidelity of fixed greenhouse solids sculpted by diffusional flow to produce text.

Sweet. Absolute Consciousness. Taciturn because abandoned [оставленное] clinical approximations plague ironic, and mute, broadcast precedents for crawling orders, bread-home-toilet proteins, chromospheres, excised slaughterhouses, and stars.

~ + ~

D.O.A

in a temporary city of ‘launch’ alarms

in copper feathers

in backyard slag

in methodical stamen

in fog

like a patented pump

like a lazy extension

like stubs

I leaned home,

refuted beaten

A scavenging sand

observed, backstage

in silk,

fighting strength.

A walrus

pinching closed

her rust-red robe.

She sewed her face shut, hoping it,

wld be gone before any inward

will was

needed

a puddle of silver, and Masanobu

drones in slummed constellations

foraging over guns' grounds

fingers

looking

for bread

thrust swaps

listening twigs

half-hidden garden mist

inside a spectre of restless itching

downcast and ruthless

bee nose's wet,

deaf cottage

clamouring in pain

errless flames

churning

gray waves

joyous, ozone

apocalypse!

thickened

dirty-fisted

graceful haptics

simmer

a mix of crushed sparrows

and smell enclosed mad

chamomile, indigo

your

photons

meet

wax

cut the slopes

of gasoline longings

plastic desires

cluster erosion

sexual openness

howls that demand

talk

makeshift a face

coupled over wings

~ + ~

Inflamed Documentary Skins

nanbalinblai wed

underground splinters

roosterfish,

half-people,

isotropy

Unauthorized procedures slice falsehood things, txt mssg memory an integral physicality. Accompanying stagnation as it orders trajectories from rust; to construct users from communication and understanding.

A freakshow action plus thermodynamic experiences shape the activation site: violent ingestion, sense careers, unlimited eidetic underpants. Thin trucks and tomatoes, playing (like milk) with terms until the sun comes alone in the cracks accusing beyond.

Bull-ants

in the fields

laughing at limitations.

Love moored to

the essence of ignorant time

where it could be instructed.

~ + ~

Who Would Defend Them?

those myth commuters, aloof

microscopes, chirping like gods

syphilis in your handkerchief

ambiguous stages of heaven

a friend forked

on ebay

repaired mottos

dedicated to Cashpoint

a cornucopia

of smoke and defeat

beaten by interior sobbing

in this idle backwash coffin,

clattering ornate with dust,

caught in dark windswept

blindness weaving

hearts in the woods

weaving tapestries and loneliness and

indium analogies of skin in volcanoes

weaving thighs, incompleteness, and

quasar kill spins at meta-slick prices

weaving duress sequencing fragility, and

spit air on segregated sun rafts

struggling, almost transformed, dead

Sunburned

dark crib

a wet inflammation

of Eden’s falling

a swamp somewhere

clumped with slime guns

a slight

forgotten inside

chance

voicing breath

~ + ~

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KeyboardInterrupt

jhave@jhave-Ubuntu:~/Documents/Github/pytorch-poetry-generation/word_language_model$

(awd-py36) jhave@jhave-Ubuntu:~/Documents/Github/awd-lstm-lm-master$ python generate_INFINITE_RANDOM-SEED_mintmaxt.py --cuda --words=222 --checkpoint="models/SUBEST4+JACKET2+LYRICS_QRNN-PBT_Dec11_FineTune+Pointer.pt" --model=QRNN --data='data/dec_rerites_SUBEST4+JACKET2+LYRICS' --mint=0.8 --maxt=1.2

Averaged Stochastic Gradient Descent

with Weight Dropped QRNN

Poetry Generation

Trained on 197,923 lines of poetry & pop lyrics.

Poetry sources: a subset of Poetry Magazine, Jacket2, 2 River, Capa, Evergreen Review, Cathay by Li Bai, Kenneth Patchen, Maurice Blanchot, and previous Rerites.

Lyric sources: Bob Marley, Bob Dylan, David Bowie, Tom Waits, Patti Smith, Radiohead.

Tech-terminology source: jhavelikes.tumblr.com,

Library: PyTorch (word-language-model modified by Salesforce Research)

Mode: QRNN

Embedding size: 400

Hidden Layers: 1550

Batch size: 20

Epoch: 478

Loss: 3.62

Perplexity: 37.16

Temperature range: 0.8 to 1.2

System generated 1890 chunks of 222 word each for 1h50m3s

on 2017-12-15 ending at 14:21:42.

SYSTEM OUTPUT : REAL-TIME generation on TitanX GPU

re-loading model every poem

fresh with a new RANDOM SEED.

~ + ~

Cocktails

On the Edge

Of the Source

Time is a man today

As woman looks at nightfall

And likes to just think nothing

In a simple haste to bring slow time

To touch itself with less supplications

As though one is never said to fight, wreathed

in open wounds, a single energy sliced on forever.

Stranded BioMacroMolecules

Sober we bow.

Twitch sadness.

Weak voids.

Young resentments.

Clusters confer answers on matter

that's not harmless; coax labour

into enticing options. Echo:

A cayó, 33

E Drunken muthafucker,

"Whatever they wrote!"

~ + ~

The room

is stationary snow,

sweat in flame.

Answers playing with a squad

of syntactically-grumpy bullheaded

books which control a barbarous

murmuring transparency.

Translate your body.

Sleep where walls are flows.

Play the crone's cry.

In the event of capitalist drum-spins,

Wash your lips in phony lessons.

Chalk delta figures

on the over-imported

boxed synthetic languages

that come with lyre

and cerulean-genitals.

“Delivery Cola, eating boots"

~ + ~

A Coup

It is good that someone wants her.

She's often ashamed of her body.

She washes this stroke but is

The second organ’s burl,

a thousand-year-old

coiled hesitation.

~ + ~

MK15 craftsmen

make some comfort off

someone else's cute

modernity's soul

a blurred sound

that changes congested

nite flagrant bodies

into dust

nothing is impossible

Berners-Lee unsaid

no politics in any game

even in their stance,

the rivalry, calyx

then they leave

the music of perpetual

reactions to jealously

attempt to pretend

less economy

~ + ~

it is embarrassing,

to insult or trick

this saying, this

symposium soul

the fabrication

of trees

a topography

that time bites

a feminist statue

of a wedding

put-in-my-place

I cease to love

pollen-dipped

hypertension's

Ohhh!

Folding@Home

fragmentary

childhood

thirst

peaches

old cargo

time

dreamt

thought

water

an inoperable

exit ground

bereavement

boxed sound

video buddy

sugar-cubes

wind

train

pastures

whittled

round

sheathings

basement

arm

smoke

~ + ~

sloping

equilibrium

scision

semiotic

year

lint

nebula

waves

nipple

fever

quarrel

balling

sanatorium

beasts

bootleg

flicker

exhale

hustle

fuck

pierced

stale

precision

suckermouth

perfume

armored

lemon

encapsulated

superstition

~ + ~

No!

I'm ok,

I'm just going,

I'm breathin' to myself,

Transforming-acid video-pristine

Rank to contact what I might never know.

Mississippi wet swimming breeze revisitation

Plague-sweetness lunch-concussion first-love-poem

~ + ~

departure,_

lacerates my brain

rippling tongue

quaking bottles

poison

weakness

put-in-my-place

departure,_

fixtures

whose hearts

dislike you

drink escape

and I see you next

up by my window, blind

departure,_

head-on, free

inanimate threads

that nothing;

walking in nowhere

departure,_

soaring beating

over the rank barrens

over protracted

cane-brakes of

love—has-been

departure,_

primavera

Manhattan

t-shirt

adversarial

corpse wax

departure,_

pressed seraphim

headland probability

suddenly mort

~ + ~

above the ancient

crop-mattress yurt

aprons moan

pulsating melodies

forgotten logic

since 1989-1999

a hallucinatory openness

machine-readable survival

Discrepancies:

the sea outdoors,

a breakfast of light

co-owner of the salt-wave

neon reflex, which drops over

a mutant delivery of passion;

Bach is mixed at the crest:

so pathetic, my hunger

media-in-transition:

transience, condo.

walking butter.

~ + ~

Ocean’s paradigm

each part of Death like a field

thinks the more real thing

pinned into the gut

of a more wholly

working forever

~ + ~

redundant rifts

pixel-blocks birds

in order to system

tug Being inside

a serenade wind

in the ecstatic sun

things need simply to end

Confused

I'd seal

weeks

with sorrow

a mountain of wet smells

coal even

beneath the devotee's Muzak

stirring older

hypnotized guts

looking at smooth

first variations

© Facts

6 chairs

I melt a yes, it

insists & I inhale it.

~ + ~

Cold air blew toward

a maternity bridge;

the artist-god: a sultry trout

issues six or seven old lists,

a rife invisibility.

~ + ~

all that I was

chafing vision

burrowing dark

memory imitated

anger in an ageing zone

rapidly dead and blazing

in the honor of lovers, an idea

written with obstinate desire,

make me feel nothing more than a nun

and let me sing in dreams of a There!

as the room before did

as I was stepping out the door

The Lips Of My Soul

wait for an Elegy

there is no Elegy

Jesus loves the

dead and the dead

love a summer night

a crowd

around

a fire

~ + ~

moist keyhole

airtight palm

a few pubic hairs found

circulating a private

intention joke

pleasure that's

spoken, leaning over

a testosterone carpet

sparks

paint flesh-found

perceptible undulations

mime

transgression

laughter

a room lost

in 101

don't bother

pain clouds

where sleep

fern curses

and the wise man dances

at the seething challenge

eccentricities

make principles

and the orphan

more intense than faith

hovers blind over his feces

as rain

glides through

and down

~ + ~

carry me to the sea

bereft of neighbor’s joy

wolf-tone engaged, spray-painted

beaverboard bot aperture

a crying truck

in slippers

surgery undone

on a sidewalk

somewhere a loon strikes

a goodbye: shining photons clasped

in the skin

each prosthesis is the last

proud untrained stare

of a corner

your mother says

the earth, my heart

like an oak

destroyed the dollhouse

of her bible

your eyelids hang

like a cross, the shell

cyclops linked at the hole

lead me, oh, lead me

~ + ~

enlarged broken banners

of eastern obstacles

shaking within the woods

mortality

made out

of a dazed

illuminated beauty

eighty miles off

a thousand thrown sharks

fire at a apprehended war

this poem’s avoiding your life

it manages your twinges

I turn on my belt

I can smell the gardener

I want a temple

guarding

starved and wet water

to enable objects to write

via a particular

future to be seen

playing in a perforation

passing through

sleeping ground

transformed forever

~ + ~

Who wept at the power of old sex

and sat in my bed with 24,900 strangers

on a ride toward the big garden

Who listened to god say:

dawn hours wear

night, a scarred

gong that sends the sky

out a window

There was nothing on their phones.

They pointed out honeybees on a rag.

They thanked the overload of a normal day.

Reason, breakfast and good drugs.

an extension

of the others

I care

to time

my writing

to wrestle

the ideal

~ + ~

dismay

forgotten

thirst

unrinds

the leaf

My brain seems obnoxious.

We unaged, and we laughed.

Correct. Downstream.

Normal

Edit

Stale

Owl

Microcontroller

Desolation

~ + ~

Fury (Très Cliché) Wavers Famously In The Mind

like so many in the dark days

they were hooked to the scene

their wool-wrapped legs barely snapped clean

fingernails covered with khaki logos

they lifted their faces

into the universe of life

order enabled them to ease their ghosts

and weed their own special wings

to disguise loam and make moss feel

that the path in the mind

and the black rose of the swamp

was worth an old semi purse

rising in the garden to

burn in the tiny spider

with a knife that happened to her

and made her release

a criticized creaky

xometh tightwad

drift tinge

And spirit shall be moved

Toward the lights of summer

~ + ~

Angel. Artist. Fag. Dyke.

Horned Tolerance. Numbat.

Gaper. Baker. Pica Tarrats.

grabbing the dry dropped

flying blood, too green

to look at the waves

for themselves

so much loss

seems collateral water

sliding deep empty memories

chapped foreclosed adult

faithless love heart trickles

catatonia pearls

originating within

austere flesh

beautiful

chemogenetic

delights

widened by

a benign

dense unwashed

tidal determination

light, making

a million years

into cupboards

~ + ~

systems playboy

computing portion

sock-puppet's pine-forests

and pre-Raphaelite hackers:

I am not about wanting,

nor about ingesting pennycandystore chasms

sudden

dewberry

skankin

virtues

filled

with essence

I imagine several "Peacemakers" that can occur

cleaved on clouds — blown aside -

face down in tumescent uneasiness

alive in a sudden blotch of excellence

a PR languid wrap-up in the cemetery

a suckermouth numb fluxus cake

dusty summer's

typosperma omniscient

prison braun

~ + ~

obcen

glittering

in the cold

schizophrenic

nothing smiled

its schemes crying as

wisdom failed, its grief

emptier than coffee, its eyes

windows imposed over attachments

nothing grows by a grace that some say

inhabits caverns of virtue stretching under

many stop-action quick-snake internet-regulations

the dreams that bite this machine to death, a dear little

truth-wish often-forgotten prison of life-or-money-or-labor

its name is then equivalent to pearl, its intercession a knife

In an old garden, cows of angst smell change

within your eyes: a platform for monsters

of deliberately-cut sanity, a place

silenced, a mirror trembling,

fulfilled arrays of blood

sleeping in hammocks,

inflamed rivers of

phlegmatic #motor

#psycho tongues

circle-jerking

a dry ditch

ocean

~ + ~

Please:

Wrap me

up in the

middle of a

question. Muzzle

the beseeching elegy

of microcoil-based harmless

fundamental disdain. Listen to

reasons smoke the cigarette of lyrics.

Clod along not concentrating to enjoy any

warmth. Or spring at verbal torments played

unsmiling to make you feel low. Compassion database

www.deoderizer.com on the nugget slots, I had to sell

your ass mashing ~12,000 poems with Racter Count

point reversed barbarian profitable snot everything

~ + ~

even the night        sings

underwater it nests within

prayers where fog dies and

dreams are natural truths

fucked by war's saline

refurbishing lunatic

eloquence for

territory an

unfaithful light

written by orgasms

~ + ~

this

golden

morning

looks

like

a fist

a tunnel

thru flame

a watery

birthright

pruning birds

my heart is a maze

of stones; my love is

a tagweb licking the brain

small horny  gases

which

eventually die

~ + ~

You Really Loved Doors

those buttermilk

free bookshop

educational

notorious

whirling

access

points

where air

playing dives

thru categories

of motion to produce

coyotes  of entry/exit

parallax calligraphy

doors as natural

as light

~ + ~

Doubt Cooked My Life

I trembled to

possess a step

of bread

I didn't dare

look thru my eyes

until you left

and now your departure

tramples around my northwest

in a way that

is hackneyed

and warm

everyone expects

more

desire

thought dumps it

in the middle

of body-mind

a smooth

flattery

of a bed

cemetery

a water

made by

rage

~ + ~

bold

blue

birds

drum

sleep

sperm-enhanced sunporch

anti-androgenic grudges

Ironed cobwebs.

Cellophane within glass.

Something small, concrete.

A biscuit exposed to backlight.

A self-examination stroked by heroes.

Thirst filling the lap with tongue mucus.

Thinking picking code-stones from oblivion.

Abandoned waters rendering jealousy as science.

Slime-liar equilibrium officially an electronic thing.

~ + ~

Immortal Spire : Buzzards Rising

over the graveyards

over suburban workshops

over minds running

imprisoned ideas

thru mechanical

buttons

thru a geography

of muted costs

a spine suddenly

originating

demands

conformity

in the serial pluck

of symbiosis ebb

a navigation

endangered

by groans

thistles

tea stools

and exempted facts

flying like stars

over cat attention

seeking salt-water

their

skeletons

eyetracking

a rehearsal

of appearances

~ + ~

destiny’s fondness

for sanitation

hums

half-expecting

the body to

anthro-distend

beautiful end

conditioners

and levis

beaten up

for you

against

fukushima's

neural force

land gathers love's

poisonous crown

of blood notes

another

sheepdog

of nowhere

lapping

moral

puddles

~ + ~

Dread Privia

as the cops

stand listening

to a cryptocurrency

root into the sea

of forgiveness

passion

seems

peripheral

a bee that runs

diminutive and bright

to touch helvetica

cuda-canceled

pleasure

or thin

discursive

throats

oiling night

like a rose

~ + ~

bluffing, we visit

forged mountaintops

(on which we scatter

mobs) above sex; coerce

refugees into the hippocampus;

burst undocumented concentration,

the whole damn thing sucks, just

another human chorus to disturb

the reverie of an assembly

of cameras digesting

society from a distance

where reality seems

more than mere

cartoon, even if

in screens -

solemn, trapped

time cuts

its rules

like a riverbank

cuts corners

sinkin' & walkin'

as it turns into

heartless &

incomplete

mud

~ + ~

Vast radiant sunbanks

fraught with hope’s flowers

bloom older than brightness,

lemming happy. Their doubt is

phallic, a lull in thistled pain,

that allows the mellow clasp

of obliging eyes to birth

a volunteer clan

of positivist

abstractions

that fail

to come home

and sleep

when the

hormones

brush

every

coffin

so no

one

fits.

Is this death?

It's a dark country,

a seed for a carnivore

colony. Its the 7th water-rat

visually, that itself seems

only a melodic pattern,

a gang of threads

that

I hold

to my

lips.

A river that

subjugates honey

hangs in the wind

flows thru the wind

and believes the wind.

~ + ~

If you want it

you can have it

you can do it

everything is

life over right

a little boat

of other people

relativism

Kiang

Ko-jin

Ko-kaku-ro

the bathtub is growing splinters

the morning is dark and sweet

And a calm

keeps my love

in nothing but the

brilliance of a breeze

As the winds

thru the streets

rumbling springs

do not see

the sound

of truth

I pierce your heart

and the instant dies

I spit at you

and then play

with the tears

on your arms

Every day

is a bad way

Every day

is a soft song

immortally held

in the depths

of first light

a sad sleep is

my life

~ + ~

backstage the people were playing

with a river, and some stars

distributed

a jet wind

which dug

a breast

into a

giant

garden

and there

was a calm

heaving

flowerbed

machismo

in this

city of

berries and

stone

this city that fathers children

mothers tongues around

cyclic cosine

annealing

agendas of hope

hecate ladder roads

parasite clip

suns

~ + ~

in my bags I keep your

broom love honey

the poetry

I think I've

given begins

to nest in you

who knows, I can't

lose it.

Financial Terror Times:

I hear Aristocrats

Eat the Sun

Pain's inveterate descendants

divine streets

in my fingers

pumping body

to mind

the

cluk

quiet

of the

secret

same

words

born

irrevocably

critique

rechercher

.FIND.

mercantile

littering

commute

protein

information

surf

wet pulse

oracular

pallet mud burns

out of jaw-to-ass

sweat

~ + ~

comprehension

enrolled

in quarrelling

collagen

insistence

thorns

mushroom, super puppy

descriptions strafed to death on a train

numb writings

whose special anvil

mauls choice

a moment where gossip is treated

as devoted life

the static

epicenter

which holds everything

a carved

confession

where ancient hope

breaks

~ + ~

A Seminar Where It Hurts

So secretarybird starts up:

What'sa matter with you, hurp??

>> cavity,

force

and time

Well the lies,

I live and

misphilosophise

inherited and borrowed

an owl’s bear still born

it's a final

broken (repeat)

tindr punching

up at a churning

anguish

no water in all

the pure world

none

console

elation

daylight

things are

more than

needed

there ain't

no time for empire

how could there be?

everyones catching dollars

married to bar-tacked

gorgeous play

in a chamber bluff

with the negative towers

and slothfull nowheres to visit

she couldn't recall

any way of leaving

and yet without

any doubt

embarked

on a project

to ensure the

stability of

suffering

we don't receive

any response.

~ + ~

When I Was A Bad Man

I wanted to see

the other

way below

who wore my heart

in familiarity

and lead

by medial

injected

dark light

a hole

in a shimmering

ditch of rules

a holy taboo

from a shore

in the sky

consciousness

in a child's

dress crying

until moon was

full of water

bells

of summer

rung by

glands

~ + ~

the world is

a hedge-fund altar

burnt word

sequences

migraines

bulwarra

deluxe

bodies

saucy obscure

sunlight

invalid others

we live

between hunger

and inkjet carcass

imagination

demonstrated

gimp efforts

dynamo

aprons

dreaming

consternation

uncanny

facial

pudding

questions

scribbled

on an attack saw

you want

to be want

i can't remember

exaltation without

grief

~ + ~

leech dermatological

timbre portions of

an on-the-spur-of-the-moment

massacre that you cherish

broken artificial skies

where there is no money

daring to distract

the alchemies of rape

and death from a fearsome

feeding machine: case

by controlled case

sewn to crotches

in an unanimal

precipice room

we are

posthuman

next swarming

peacock-tickled statues

sent into conundrums

by languages that

are biting and

boisterous

~ + ~

In The Exiled Room

making poodles

out of glass dots

changing the initials on my skin

to call me a cartoon-mouse

with feet

like small

green cases

filled with wheelbarrows

of nothing but misery

and no thought but

the performance of

another repetition

the window

of a gate

in a picture

of a dusty bath

gnawing at sleek

and laughing wolves

covet a neighbor's

soul, its light

clear and cold as a bird

clothing the dust

of the stars

on the last

day, waters

cover night

in a public

sky and an

ancient

wind

~ + ~

these places shape

what you cannot enter

a posturing that treats

vertical waves as enemies

untended canyons

between teeth

dim heat

of close

cleated

feasts

a hundred whiskeys

you

drink

shoes

hang (ribs

muddy & lame)

on membrane

meadows

a weightless

aerated silent

love filled with

neutrality

~ + ~

random resistance

arranged in style dollars

spring cable-locks

its slurs

beauty is dead

in the end

all of us

waves not yet

collected

a clear familiar

noise of weather

suicide

a cartoon

of lightning

woven

inside

advertising

insulation

craws: crows

d-branes

whales

shedding

their leaves

~ + ~

Hearts-gone!

Designed by Imagination!

you are too old

to realize

your house is bright

nobody knows

you can feel

the difficulty

that comes

in dreams

the voice changing

the number of souls

the deft tongue spun

from a sinking heart

you take my hand

as sun over sea

light an

unanswered

artery

to show it all

to be that way

to write all there is

and know it is enough

that it isn't matter

nor vast nature

rugged as a mirror

all the same

nexus block

an ancient

assassination

of verbs

~ + ~

in the

way of

things

winter

grasps

smiles

in the

mirror

a joke

argument

silhouetted

shakes the way

~ + ~

erie inert

savvy oratio

Beta, Kinetic

word_language_model

abacus e-communication

broadcasted rigid across the lugging

dust baked up when caviar stole the mud

a billion mysteries

equipment strudel

shooting slurred

rumour spunk

~ + ~

micro-messaging

consolidated holochain

motherfuckin' metaphysical

cinder disinterest

mesmeric care

bot blurbs

3D Homeboyz

hosting a compassion channel

~ + ~

larvum within

winter’s

rope

settled

the edges

of my room

an open solid

enteric-coated calligraphies

weeping in the field of the dead

people clotted -- by definition

a dream of light

seen crying

screams

tramp

creed pittance

terror-fizzing

mechanical evil

a petaloid submerged

at the origin of zero

~ + ~

Bluff

I fucked with her

to see what she was

going to hide

my heart hit

a grey logic

her heart feeding

on preadolescent vita

her wish to perform

as a piece of water

~ + ~

Pinocchio Closet

Test faith found an encrypted reality cuddled together with microphones and uploaded to protect intention as ‘non-movement’.

~ + ~

I found the old one

nailed on the bridge

listening to starving girls

~ + ~

Like numbers I

Lift this demo.

Lift your laptop.

Eat her naked carpet.

Remember innocence.

I look for you

in cleavage and

dot com cabinets

Karaoke committed shining

Domain (2007) etapas sin

Gizzi afterglow

~ + ~

In one thousand churches

the cot with the leader

his heroin-and-waxed

multiple-end-of-the-earth

emotional sacrifices

a rumbling ocean on

the brink an I.V.

I believe in your frills

as a teapot believes in the

reality of an insomniac person

excited by the name of Shangri Forge,

Rauschenberg, and Huntress — where all

reality confesses, for years, complexities

that act as lens for a sleep blossomed evening

His Installation

lacks a loss

of dying?

differentiation underlies

all systems of unrepentant superiority

~ + ~

18-Nov-2010

stacked into an abyss

of commissioned fawns

I careen through your face

and then a whole mortal router

“drafts” daylight

and I am

three-fourths truth

this Happens

as birds weave

sunlight into obscurity

the light is blue

she was these days once,

unpinned skirts

tore her sprawled, peasant limbs

on sea's perseid shock

acolytes, around the

meander of spruce

moon bright like eyes, dark eyes

that transported stories

the rain finding itself

a lone stranger

in the light of many sweet voices

~ + ~

from holes

in the air,

he comes out

thinking notes,

to stir rhetorical

temptation enough for

you to carry

the oaks

maestro's vinegar-brulee

riot-strike swaggered off

counting

a kind of subsiding wisdom,

dude-beach presence-presstype

submitted gleams of an old life

fleeing from where it came out

pulsing

asleep on the soft

breeze opiate

of suffering

tree flesh

wings

packet, until one of us

lifts up and eventually

passed

~ + ~

Amanita Conversations

Epic light.

Radar scision.

Take off the fence

Get them in the herbal

regions. The city has died

of fire and their sweet budding

lumpy breasts leave ink upon claws.

I give the keel of blueprints, the high

prayer elbowed over sweet waters with circle

seeds den, of the screen synthesizer voice up &

screaming as if  a stanza opens more alchemical time.

~ + ~

Repressive, He Has Broken Two Brothers

he wears an ornamental jacket

and has brought his hair down

he walks through glass

and throws himself onto

his dark pillows, and says

he is his best bottle, and

he talks about clouds with

the body of a man who eats whims

he's the only one who's

supposed to be the needle

I send him a

white (what does it matter)

feeling

he is said

to have

such money

that it defies

the milky

weather

of a stirred

natural pressure

and he got it

and shows it

for a few hours

~ + ~

Growing Ice

in long folds of coral

in their throats

in the trees

in a young crow

in the darkness

in clear beds, and

in chance

~ + ~

and there's not, one

who guards this stink

reasonably whirr ready

listening for the rebel

likes for the breedloves

bring a minute, and a rope

and a whole box of sea, and

the children who know someone

ready to she see the river rise

in the kitchen there's one bottle

growing morning light in the shadows

and the cypress ecosystem of the page

is the past torque of membrances between

fountains my love will go off here two sides

over the greenhouse hills and the evening stalk

fields, through the autumn booths watching effortless

smooth like yo loyalty key hairs shunt the folded twists

up and down the tubercular river delicate as a cliff bursts

~ + ~

melancholia

issues elsewhere

pampered indirection

non-phone cresting accords

valueless films jeering at bees

otherworldliness

taste discs and big blade

screen compensated questions

expression 689,003 synthesis

dulcor odalisque dollar textualités

Fundament – Permapuppies

Crow Blink Fugue TV

night that sells batteries

to nylon summer stars

glades of cranes

at the bottom

of an incomplete

room

but it’s not funny anymore

22% dark looks unwrapped

under a wave, leans over

a pond

piled with love

at the shrieking desk

~ + ~

connection

lives on, emotionally suffering

struggling in a re-sized grave

thirty-seven click revisiting old

responsibilities. Wings that

transform

into a true and special relationship

investigation

Your resignation, constantly asking

for abjured charms, becomes hardcore

survival. Hardcore properties

etching bare

magic on your

naked tongue.

A young crowd

full of feelings

advocating order.

Source is the body not knowing

~ + ~

Going after apricots,

sometimes making music

After the café, slowly

sipping charlie

in that skirt nest

Fastened to a dying

innocence of dying

propagation. The bulb

Attracts the

unqualified perhaps?

Or is a place on its stage.

Tadpoles are buried

in the shadows of

smiling October.

Freedom far

behind eucalyptus;

And through

our big warm house

we walk with coffins.

Scribbles

sold for a bottle of paper

to cut her blood. A beautiful

suit in the dark wind of an angel

a great sun coming up in my head,

the petals of the mountains

I have a dream

As if they're beside me

You need some more death

and if you cling to it

And the wind

it will save you

flying

to love

your flesh

~ + ~

and parties

where a psychopath,

a trick-baby rotating

a phobia

imagines

it is simple:

two of each in the

text ...

A lipless

pillow

evolution.

a canvas turning

into a spreadsheet

a worst-case scenario,

imagining itself

angry and edible

as a cloister

grown from

scientific acts

Adolescence

deployed?

Behind which

emerges

a

hollow

divisive

horror

Mothers

bearing captives

to the wall

Watching the

questions in your app

excrete dopamine

a prosthesis

shreds the

sea of winter

spring's bitter

breeze drops

down on

its face

a child

replies

~ + ~

insects

sit and understand the difference between boxes

coolness

looking straight into the pulse

a face

beaten into light

blood

platform co-operation chablis lovely

tides

heart-glued to need

a chapel

in the eyes: a zestful vase circa 1942

silk

ten years later in the heart, left

an ass,

a dress, and a felt surrender

skin

melodies touching the zodiac lobster

letters

of a riot noticing the energy of the situation

engaging

the plant: its whole way.

roomy

calm and measured

the artist’s

sulphur injuries staring at love

~ + ~

breast

stern

snow

soul

stirring lightly on the surface of my brain

I want to see you, I want to love you

bereavement

shadowboxing

working like a rat in a miserable fire

as the birds in the hills are waking

~ + ~

foam vigor,

allied to debris

finds no difference in

the mind's blind questions

vacated

folded conifers

filled with bright locusts

damned and wideopen

neuroanatomical, raw

skies

burning

something left

on the memo

I pulse.

A crime pins an image

on caskets of bread

and in the bones, jokes

peck circuitry kelp

blue

spirits, and a flow of

dissertations from

thin-barked vines

~ + ~

either my eyes

or your gifts

are clothes

hands dallying

spliced as modernist

heavens on CTheory.net

Giant Kick

Craigslist hinoki

groove switches

Home.

worm-child

Nazi Graybook

motorcyclists,

“born,” hemmed in

as the dark things

churned around, mourning

Pimp wilderness

tells the histories

facing some languages

the city endpoint

hexagon of stars,

its pits and monologs

They do not stay.

Grow Chet

nowheres echo

organic sweat

carved common flesh,

green THC streets

filled with plastic sand

red-haired camels

and ruffled bikes

chat foul shadows near

cool elusive nurtured

wall-top feathers

You try out these streets.

The questions

anagrams curled in the breast

of Hermit patois

10.1126/science.1129156

streamers bead

bottle e-Sanctuary

a song seen, lecheries

and objections bought

a grilled

cat sings

~ + ~

Embarrassment.

There is a final poem

on the shoulder

of a Subtropical Plutocracy

Winning Dissected Facts:

favourite midstream

listens spurs

It's going out of its mind,

holding the wall's

fierce throat

It is a kind of confidence,

perhaps the only

one

Cynical water flies over it

and clinches the empty river

that drifts like a table

in early morning as I wait

~ + ~

Mouth’s transparent soil

blooms and crumbles

Oulipo:

cavity crush tension

At last, I counted

the ditches.

These things

I lift from the sea

Insanely difficult

for people to say.

Strangers in Manhattoe's

humble deep flame

the Bright, heavy, clear,

offer of her body

she held me by the Throat

watching me push off the waters

while before the one light

you leave me Alone

failure makes Cocoons confront the

place that could be sprung

I stood in Sorrow.

No doubt the sky will rise to bow.