RERITES

January 2018

Averaged Stochastic Gradient Descent

with Weight Dropped QRNN

Poetry Generation

Trained on 197,923 lines

of poetry & pop lyrics.

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

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

(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

A Response to Suicide

I remember you

as not just a color of change:

nor a magical noise of need

not dust judgments

trying to contradict

and crucify hunger

but turned under

a pain that swirls

towards a new self

she said she'd come back to me

and when I left there, casting,

Odic hermetic night, the

miles erased

news in

Cosi tins

funneling playthings

thru café-tippled

youth

utopia rabbit

screenshots

rocks or spectrum spurs

hieroglyphs in snow

elasta tight

mandrake blistered

basement doily

botched stone

geese pistols, dark

& cold, closed, next

to a suede tail-fin task

Longing. The pawnbroker was

ravenous, relieved by dawn

as love —

Bond

Hickory

Wonder is

an old thing

Black-red leaves

I will

let my

friends go

Shedding

one turn

one layer

Streaking the map's coil

thinking of the Last Dream

in a Book I've forgotten

The Howling Page

tangles orphans

to make this story

claps the creator's

pockets

and in

the monkey

sustains

devouring crises

to wake time

Art, hovers

shaking the wider edge I embrace

within past conspiracies

a hushed deity

illuminating infections

tickling

enchantment

neat in its

ineducable

shark-belly

a gamergate

stink

lying softly

on the road

a moon

hears your memory

opening the universe

like a poet

your summer

with its rolling

big silk

broken bones

and the ones

who held cigarettes

in clouds

yet

if they were calling for the rain,

they never felt a sacred wave

alleviate suffering

only the air

of the senses

sometimes completing itself

Her family stares into her

like a homemade bladder.

She's dressed,

with jokes.

Stuffed doctors

come to save her

thresholds.

Each job in her garden

fattens an ant-egg blossom.

Climbing the gagged dungeon

Sleeping in this shimmering

slaughtered imperial land

There were no aesthetes:

no Species Life Conversations

nor Time War Friend Sundowns

Cracked agility sulphur

marked its own importance;

God would be a thing.

prognosis

didn't doubt

today's plastic

ark

a restless

wall shapes complicity

one more pleistocene butterfly

married to low-grade paper

a topless stone

scroll swoons

mnemonic fire-glue

static-baked

into a fall

brow owl's being is being made

alert in disbelief, its love is a

house.

I know only what you see

making the sun

with a preened sharp

seed-degraded nativity

unshorn

drift-active

recognition.

A boulder is merely a fact.

A river of photographs:

basic jewels

hacked into trees.

Root

(S/HE)

all night

the young

remember want

voracious

avaricious

floppy moral abstract peace

beyond the clumps of mating rain,

cold riots

numbered

my right hand, is

hard as a device. It is clear

constellated drool, compromised

currency. Smart oak-leaves and pearl

real wishes

threads of a manifold

disaster.

though it is the problem,

time is, a step

to the body, a finger

of the sun, writing

fuckin' words

of radiance

onto windows

of open lazy

meadows.

I allow

five screens

in the earlobe, next

to your chapel appendix

within this mirror house,

stimulus is less than possible

a lush absorbance

of butchered acolytes

cackling around pixels

basting night

The gaps

in the facts War,

(and whatever

men shut within

absolution)

some day

becomes

salvation

I am Poetry's corpse.

Google historique

noneedtotakecareofyourbelongings

adorable slaves

classical wuman

litany sacrifice

dimensional

autonomous

orality

contrary

liquid

adage

worthlessly thinking

near the eclipses, the way

rattling their (bird-burnished

flared-at loud-flat beet-squirt

tired-pug certifications)

almost "Now!"

somewhere

troglodytes

without

subversive gills

I drop into

the next water

disgusted

can't help but

touch equanimity

solemn tongue's

long blind scar

last dream

scuttles away

Pipeline dzzz )

Self-poised

2q33.3 love

1 commercial, disquieting

looking-glass purgatory!

my Magenta docked

crinoline space gesture,

stands in a bi-rarity-wind

diamond-dust

polymathy

cyber subtle

ahora

50cm.

failure

-hacking

tomb

wanted:

to show

phenomeno-

logically

rebuilt

speech

to take the world

to mutate.

to experience a fluorescent

nuclear curve.

and bruise

night and

reject

naturalness

empty systems,

without morals

chains that

transmit

consciousness

I was uneasy ingesting love.

I smelt a little umbrella mountain.

I died for keys to the door.

I lived in a life-giving trap.

You laugh

photographing this domain;

and you are not counterfeit.

You love it when you lose me.

mistreated, I swear I taste

a pleasing heart of sweet flesh,

blood, glistening with heartwood

and a plum that wakes whiff

agape tropical samara haste

Camouflaged by Caves

Everything began in Silence

on Time's crowded land

where old shadows, crow makers,

i.e., seminal Things

exert teal plenary power

become an unharmful hollow soul

deciphered by the boolean Maker

enter that full-scale

endogenous afterlife

a clone-based

story kept

in depthless

Song

MEAT — comforter

of Bhudda's format

theorising

a profound

air of honey

sweet puppets

the huge world

my transfusion

a happy bomb

resembling

a nursery

the Story of the Infinite

circuit, levels all nervous

systems

It was early upon Earth.

Rocks, acrobatic and hot,

Seeing the way the sky was tropical,

dressed in war

Vultures:

red limitless

strand pamphlets

I heard the inspection,

a soft posterity

rubber denture,

redneck pocket

heated by a

switch-back

degenerate

Blast

combing my rippled meditation

I tune drink's cursed

outhouse with tinted speech.

The good old days play tonight in the kitchen forest.

And the naked boys say "Environmental Fucker Poison."

Contemplate the comets:

cosmic dust, stars, gas, debris,

moon, sun,

moon, jets

monsters.

Give water to the sun.

I can see No

on the hill

outside

my head

I wrap

the quarrel

of this morning

in monkey bread

Graceless

trivial

water

sanctioning

honeysuckle

switches

under which

hesitating

they come

to land

politicized

as Subtraction

shadow

rain-pocked

implications

come to life

Spring arrives like a shawl.

It belongs once again

to an ambivalent Ars

a linguistic

architecture

betrayed,

our languor

exists as a clan

of unhappy aesthetics,

in which art is a false

dream about a circuit

printed by lexical hmmmmmmms

on Kali's forever-

meaningless grid

where attractors

curl lobotomies

around unsteady

definitions

Engram-

engineering

luminous

prefrontal

simulations

Cock-

sure

hot and

graceful

technicalities

Genetic languages.

Songs made

by poking

at the dawn.

(Repeat)

The Illusion

[arunoka] Is it there?

holy as intentionality

apocalypse simplicity

pure milk-white

transgenic

noise

share-trading

an Engine Itch

These work at the level of omen's tough

dream: realism

Once,

I met you

as if we were shit:

wasteful, enthralled

skin of beaded proteins;

a guilt finally making sense;

some kind of content finally happening.

A circus of sense.

I with the hard quasi-immortality:

pristine, longthighed, frazzle-hanging

stories told by the desperation of morality

And the sky

was lewd

typography

It rained hard

to mammal

our wildest

scenes

It work maimed

until catching

a new body

with a lecture

about a rigid car

It became the beloved

plug of this lagoon

dribbling bulls like

hard slopped rivulets

at night

its intérieur

war

swelling

in a bowl

Oňati of the sea-blood Mind

pink-flag

impostered

night

nodding

at her delighted roots

in a lode-sliced ken

Nothing mythical.

An old farm.

Sameness.

Wetness.

A cheese slowly made

as the floor sings.

Nerve group

narratives

mumbling

home.

A Silent

cortex of

unravelled

tyrants

enveloping

a business jar.

Mourning the dead horse

and dying house.

Collected where the river

enters these tiny hills

and the tunnel sprouts.

I'd like to breathe you

in the relational ease

of heroin.

The waddy

scoured

cartoon

piezoelectric

Hushpukena

flea-brained

Vermeer

leaf-curl of

interview.

Print-on-demand

thought.

Prodigy

downgraded

vindications.

I eat poverty.

Multi-faceted prison.

Lack of passion.

Gendered attention.

Damage:

a neural

horizon.

Palliative

induction.

face

the pinnacle of that

lifeless life

an improbable stone;

a lay door-latch Nikolayovitch;

sad Keats's

anodyne

wine-glasses

smoking

the performance

of a Judge

in an abyss

wrapped

green

death

Ballot

Rainbow!

Treadmills

of nervous

carrion

As detectable as big singing

flowers, the cars are gone, fed,

on misconceptions.

We sway as

we pass the colony

splitting night

with blurred chains

lenses and looms and non-profit

sin transformed into paper.

We rewire the delicacy of God

to project skunks.

the

food

of DNA

is desire

uterine-angels

willing to die

gunshots to the face

of all that was to say

clamped booties

clipped home

I turn my nostrils

I hold my perfume

and long violets

are the ones I know

as you admire me

I revive the bulls at war:

a wolf conversing

before a fight

a baby picking

field's harvest

blue swords

naked, making tea

everything here

is tainted by animal

destiny's guillotined head

overdosed on constructed tracks.

an angel

on television

considers exxxile

in the fresh smokestacks,

where the dead sleep on spam

poems

orgy

pearls

smother

love

ideas

a universal heart

suspended in the sky

despair efforts

commitment

grace

happiness

mudra

the

eye

beheld

drunken

grave dew

and a silent magnolia,

contaminated the exact

light by the window

an imaginary

shimmering

dinosaur

hawks an

internet

within

what makes

the atom

call the page

beautiful

and the Bible came

and then lay there

in the dark darkness

where blue and black

printed polarities

it ushers in

a slender fragment

a distance

that isn't enough

a place still

afraid of sight

art spread thru

the elegance

of heaviness

collaboration

& joy

watches

the Tree,

impotent

its nipples

choking

the coveted

parade

95% bridge

"prophet"

smells/evades/denies/obscures

what we might make communion

like spores

like ooti trauma

wormed the way vignette

ropes through the universe

if it is to be, it is a border

an affable task: to communicate tenderness

to splash inverted (2003–2005) stale vispo

a cavity for words

too early for music!

racter filmpoems

efficiency parameters

scratching destiny

a lexicon

lubing the

atmostphere

we outwards

became

coxcomb and spit

sold Nile

bafflement

softball

sibyl microwaves

software alarmed

and wise

genetic

magazines

staged

the reverent

throng

weaning life

from its ways

the finest demise

shone wet

all its billable hours

like hot flies

operable tides

fledgling Martians

with their arms thrown down

biting heads

a toothpick

goes insane

phone violently

with its binding rings

trying to hit the water

rolls as smooth as a calf

My long tongue is lovely. Sometimes

birds will make it slick. I will stop the shovel

in a fjord and thank Mip-pa-rai. Replacing

a thousand aspen, I cut away minor daydreams.

Since

Its name was trapped by a thousand halos,

I had eaten the time of alterity compass.

The weather uses tardigrades to deliver water.

I am the sky, I don't feel the need to pray.

Even the fumes and glass

around columns of moisture,

buy the pocket of these bulbs.

Their breath is horrifying.

I use it in stolid cars.

Spine is like a retina,

bringing business.

Before someone passes,

powered by feminine weathers,

cats see the ox.

Yindjibarndi Know the Gaze

the Here-inaugurated-action,

And what we will say and do,

the country's Metaphysical

Simple-sounding advice,

reminds us of word's

ruinous values.

I try to run,

muscle swaying,

trouble advice:

the path.

Here's the invoice

for this week's death:

something provocative

activates

a suckled bright winter,

a whole landscape climb.

We don't thicken.

We speak.

Straightaway, we come:

smooth as a rebellious protocol

to the occasional sweet.

Blowing along an open highway

an off-rhyme home suddenly

mode-thought

l967 sharp-marks

of geological

Love'n'Pain

A gilt monologue

monster?

Stroking that fucking knowledge

malingerer felt once

now forgotten: a bunch

of odd instruments

sharing desperation.

I loved those,

I told them.

All the food

of such consequence

flees toward ice for a flock of fucks.

a rare unmade-night child

religion

borrowed and dispersed

and through it all,

dark and proud,

I have that whole morning

memory inside me.

As I write snow,

Don't wait on my goodbye.

Does life suburbia

over me

at the right speed?

Are there no poets in the look?

Tell me the reply.

Don't talk much

about my wartorn

bruises.

On the last day,

you'll see grasses.

And that song,

inhuman: that chokes

authentic minimum

personas.

Salves and shifts

again to "spin".

Poetry

is it all

you need

to hurt?

I'm learning to understand

I don't know what a mortal

world means.

Drums?

A rock?

A cloned lair?

A few donkeys?

A big rim?

Somehow

I can't look

at the face

of my body.

Two indoor 11" NEW interpretations of saliva,

hung like pachucos at the crest

gutting the 18-21 percent wave.

The result is a mild

dark-complexioned, big-boned;

disarmament Kitchen.

Drizzled from trips to summer's Cain.

I swear,

I carve

story;

in other words,

supple,

smooth brick

jet space.

Sweaty and strong:

Citizen of the year.

I want no more.

I hear which avenue is dialog.

I bury sound.

With the spirit's

weight in climaxing birds,

you're all fooled

— you're just all my crazy letters,

extracted countries,

so recently, everything.

Between us

Oulipian sauces,

money grooves.

"Empathize!"

Because together

we float at the bottom

of the weekday.

We write

keeled mornings.

Beggar-eye the fishes,

dance this thought mucilage,

dense in space, circles gnawing

at irrelevant amazement

last drippage,

unhappy roots

robots of grass.

Repose sings

to all questions

racing the bulls

of immeasurable

ignorance.

In the night,

its calm fixes

parsley's

movements.

At dawn,

poised & green

its sun fills

morning

with an empty cone

of endless regrets.

The Beautiful Club

may be simple.

It is 12:20 in New York

On December 9, 1968

Honestly and silently,

An event is raining

Inside a box.

Flesh hovers over the table, alarmed.

"Prometheus Prayer, Crazy." the child said. "Real

engines trot in this grave of space/time."

'Events' peering thru a fogged past

a closet of the future,

snap into trace.

Curmudgeons

tinker

this data

DTA Vendor

Heart's reiteration

dangles fire without smell

through ontological Systems.

Experience certified clinging

pulling a process

of humility, titles,

and potentiated overlap.

A microrobot used for patience,

found to exclude a nurturing lamp —

My body is a flame

that beats all night

with an epileptic message.

Growing wild eyed,

soft boned.

Anonymous raped

product.

A big fable flowering

switching the light out.

in search of visibility engines,

odes moat my thick-soled worlds

a ridiculous proof

resurfaces under a

distant atmosphere

without the cyber-reconnaissance

extreme semiotics to burst Clown:

this productive

beloved burnish

quaker  jackel

absorbs ground

nobody tells art

it is only dream

random submissive technologies

linked to the Ethereum bell

feature breathing and begin

rating the wise peach wall

pleasant,

the genjitsu cyclorama

detractors takes note

of scissor-like needs

accurate life,

acting reality

Tumbling locality

nudge?

A book of inconsiderate

sordid machines, following

Infinite events

posting

crap

at the Institute

of whirligig

there's one point:

mortality.

The booklet gives a smaller deal of meanings.

Morality

Not less than a solitary braid

a bomb of prime-numbers

anxious about the unlikely bliss

of the sky

Nothing

is confused

but I am

waiting

anyway

chuffed restless

experience

shared things

that cannot be influenced

later, later, the acute

evermore

as it was

as we are

prayed

we grow into the air

drifting with narrative

goodwill

unscaled

receding

encaustic

hunchback

derelicts

ripe fun

dead lair

panting condoms

entangled fictions

and dents

sleep comes

enslaved

'catchy' —

this dark, thefts

a floating rain

It's calm here.

life's a quiet vagrant

an ugly holiday

a stimulus reappearing in bits

a mammoth viral

catered spring

essay island

a piece of metal

cell, comforter

ivory, rose,

detonated art

conscription

baby gooey

understanding

an eye malanderer

and a copy of

thin bread.

Support of xxxxxxxxx?xxxxxxxxxx speckles

Until the Moon thoughtfully, without even

understanding the data, stands where

it is impossible to be known

and  unbelievably explains

illumination

And

negligence

scared by the bank

had a special heartrate

with a blood zone of ripped up coral inside,

a cactus chalky violence dose of measured specimens,

re-order firecrackers read about once on the TV

and faux-timber walls poured

by an exquisite weakness.

Handwritten Incunabula Collection

$15 per month to get

all these resources:

an average palace

a barnacled corporation

a young wound compilation

He knows I'm not happy

when he looks at

that future

no longer

here.

I am

not sound

in the brain

wanting to enter

a kind of adolescence.

stack

this stroke

machine grunting

repeat that intense level

significant and

strong, say 'complexity'

Does distance not

incorporate the empty

mistakes of Grendel's sun?

Does the osprey not lean forward

until becoming spring, a sky

materialises within it?

help wetness

play at helping

assist money and time

to burst into tender

self-reducing

justly-measured hours

and aid literate

superconductivity to discern

real shapes in vagueness

not to mention

(rebel)

flooded

fearful

idiosyncratic

fuzzy walls

and

more byte

sex-packs

lustrous

in the wind

I eat a letter

of the final dynamic

contingency

of what is

Mirror neurons plunder

Social Media Imaginary

euthanized mutants

destabilize the 'Now'

sulk about the Mental Hills Center

We are hanging in the fruit of

the calm

of the

body

the warbled deep

delirium of cruellest

cold shore wandering forest

surged intricate visitations

above heartbreaking walls

the softness of an average

twists night's fitness

premonitions

see the page

moving

fledgling

silence

drinks

coffee

shopping

for

stability

everything

is singular

an ashtray filled with audio

chip screens

burn reliance

clean mandrake bagels

meek clever

slush marsh

indifference

an organic opinion

machinic babel

mirrors wisdom

the future

pays tribute

to the young

broken time

of the other

all the birds, the leaves,

and theories of hopeless disorder

the beta

virus glass

unfurling,

as if shackled by

the truth—

wakes the

love imprint

in advertising

I insist on the dawn

- cold, bare, & old -

I kiss death and sing

of universal development

my aim is not

a blueprint

fuck it:

I don't know

what I can do

Lifting the air of

elegant specialists

not one offers

any curative chain

I am the one who suffers

and gathers notes

leafless

mysterious books,

requiems

for gender

this vast resurrection of dust

in which nature is an instant

a wishbone or lens

a minute of adoration

a circle of anemones

what the words

sometimes teach

All love is

an effect

of ooh I

A soul

of oil-flasks

Beads of contemporary words

Skinny humans

cleaning the sun

An incurably-ill

world, which is primarily

a scar-line

rusty wire glaring across

embryonic attitudes

which you weave -- you

weave away

fill calamity changes

with impartial chances

you know I miss you

as much as you miss death.

5. Hymn Investment

He overwhelms the songs

all those

long beak

glistening, leaping,

youthful, wise, mold comas

crash into the bathroom of his disposition

to say:

I have a complementary chance to be fed by vinegar.

dumbstruck by their oversized obscene

essays that are called in the context of

detractors, interminable binary page voices

in the blustering

stony vegetal slung

truckloads of verbs,

dirt tight tunes

a lingering

JOY

So joy trilled

cutting over BodegaBay

C 585–602

clammy in seaman's

abrupt imaginary

its language

crackles through

love and home

being almost suffocated

by the glassy crescent

of tropical cloning

on the railing

of the heart

Wild, assets:

all yelled for love,

and learned mauled

spirit hope

enacted virtues

and frequently resilient

truth

clitoral

criticism

demanding

a sacred simper

love as a major chord:

regulation, the rs10852606

a serious screen

to arouse words

and stare out their eyes

I mean, pretend, in all

thus customary cats

gathered in the dormant maw

of raised, necessary, gestured codes

only counterpoints

to tease a fantastic pit

disrobing

the street, the

scorched air, the wires, a glorious book of

flower-power lint reared in a cottonfield

of languorous times

kicking the careless

door, as living

turns on itself

the realm of weather sings,

after I, vast disease,

all macroblock processes & endless paths,

inhabit a slaughtered odor of dumpsters,

eucalyptus and baarlmarrarinha-pocked tripe

Owl Revolution Graders,

NSA funereal Pan rappers,

the DEMO backwash of the bright sea

and

far away from the river

Life

Baths

Meaning

That Hunger

The phrase:

Solitude

wished to

want to know

what I am

and how I am

alone

speak

in the

ravaged

maze

of the lustre

of blown pieces

inventing results

the stillness

of hope

is hidden

in a bowl

of possibility,

inflamed

by the apostrophe

of images

arrays of

remote events

mind the fountains

in your simple body, in your

auspicious appetite

beauty, going

to the 248th dimension,

winning a moment

to solve those true stake prayers of

appreciation, and give the sea or the earth

— and the autumn — a world of meat,

widows' moving over lifeless lands,

random boots in the moonlight, etcetera

sermons

fold-out

wonder

free & reconsolidated

replicant

'superstar,' stutter:

mesh, realism

opportunity

dimensions:

cut your fingers

from my knife

a pillar factory

making shampoo

Done:

Sterne, James Joyce, molars,

realities fascicularis, to blood

a predecessor

smuggling cigarettes

Rhododendrons gases, Saying:

static giving is a pantomime

evolution – in other words

has already gradually

left a reservoir

of despair

crude tactful

free habits surrounding

ring-generating

wander parameters

gene-editing

system flaws

membrane-trafficking

uneasiness

futures

lay flumes

and separate walls

ethanol-wretched

re-inventions

of something

objectified

what remains

represents the whole

cargoes her principles

shakes clean her sockets

the organ is still

the surface messiah

mach eyeball

note playing

flashed rat

tapestry iris

soundscape neck hair

diachronic lack

of precious relentless

contrarios

beaver brain

feedforward

rental imposter

flip sweat

contract cling

gill yeast

my anger bought

the tough words,

their temperature malls,

Orwell carriers, doughy classrooms, &

capsized plastered ICO fundamentalism

marketed it, cooked with amoureuse supple

polished library flaccidity in a swiped up

mediated tentative animality of patent trash!

thousands die

in a convulsion

of oblique time logs

among the jet angels

hiding out

as last-minute suns

break melodies

and pay refined

desire

Hydrants, food, and light

mumbling

nothing

45 thousand lighted winds.

Tonight we model a car

of Prussian blue.

Now I pet

a friendly blog,

dreading it.

Microscopically finger

seminar intimacies.

Leaven blue prevarications.

what is love

but a pollen-dipped

interactive mouth

at the teat of night?

at the

Twenty-Nine

Palms Motel

I discovered a

thousand beaches

that abandoned

consolation

in a crotch

of ideas

I knew

at the end

of our whirling

light, that light

is a janitor-bird

an alluring nap,

begonias and

cellophane

clouds

let's bring

someone else

who stares

at time

from ancient

lakes found

in the human heart

war

reached

the xylophone

gorillas

Lip Of My Beautiful Living

Clouded as a computer, we move

across two lights, splashing the machines

with earnest vowels, crone of bright technical

sucker-punchs, a true story of stunt, all trueness

a microglia chiseling waters' euphoria.

What did you say?

My heart is the last word in shadow,

an infinite wavelength of hilarity on the face.

I pretend

you think

I make

a letter

a mess

outa safety

How might the technology of de-icing epitaphs,

that drove the orchid to do crosswords,

physically survive chips in 2024?

Squatting vengeful

shouting at its gates

the reset-to-factory-defaults

bark in a montage of security.

People placid behind screens

dance to lithe angry wars.

by the all-you-can-eat misdirection

the false signs compelled by mirror

thinking produced a scalene output

healthily dressed, in a variant of

potency and psychosis, a rhythm

warped to seem hackneyed scenes

image or text regions

show their parts, but

billions snore

as coral flees

an ophthalmologist

whirs a commodity

tearing language

into aeon events

harvested patterns

to adopt

rigorous emissions

partial facts

to somersault

and shuttle

through the past

eccentric substances,

unclear encumbrances

tender, ashtray-skillful,

crucial 3rd, flesh-flower

gibber-gunyah

upturned crisis

a wrenching into

crusted worryings

folded

birth

deftly unhooking cloud

levitates; it hangs on

light as if a dream.

even rat flocks

are not nowhere,

not the "beautiful"

the raiders' spunk

more splendid than

any good time

Thankfully each day, we have identical

catharsis breathing on our weakness.

Minutes have boyfriends,

breakfast feet or stirred hair

it is 58hrs since

day drank all night

a generic leap

all

the

leaf

dusk

pond

birds

bloomed

like noise!

So, I lift, in

2004 the snow

to the wind.

I haggle

with my DNA's

mumbo-jumbo coil.

A door scorched

by hand-shadows.

I appear

disconnected

like spaghetti.

Skiing on the sea

of a design

mispronounced

in the manuscript

1-standard-deviation

lurked behind

an old estrogen pond

quality: almost white,

"Put bite in the sale."

Propane twirling, throwing

off scraps of drawl, of fonts

grown unexplainable, a secret

processor executed one hundred events:

a cat leaning on buried wave-crests;

a grand oak flashing scattered light.

this poem is a young molecule

this lively mind is universal

a sobre premonition

sweeping a makeshift

noise out the doorway

while we play

in the middle

of the road

and as the temperature

of dirt on strange lips

apologizes to the incognita

books of occasional tomorrows

i slip into a great dust

a nipple instability

a salad of all-male

feathers bathing

in the dreams

that move seeds

to germinate

in patented voids

a framework of sensitive ether

acts as a gates transformed

into lean silvery, floating

grass above her, where love

pauses, supine like a candle

now love moves me, and

waking the summer rides

a stone horse

to serenity

dust unrolls into a predictable state

its long feast, dribbles in the heart;

bastard bacchus breath bequeaths birth

instructing behavior to become figures,

eyes that kneel where Enhueduanna limps

loud jumping,

comma implementations

and occasional

cracks of light

my baby

which never died

let's me see

the heat

if Lack is a lamentation,

why keep its metaphor?

methodical poetry of bitter death

resolution eraser, betting ground

your voice

a stupor

writ in

phases

an isolated chain

of willow-tipped sheep

of easy winter delusions

— inflated ideas

in the wasteful

dust-filled aboutness

wrapped in reinvigorating remote

disruption quotient quote

solitary cellular nature knows

so many unanswerable unchanged hours

I am drawn by the river, leaning

from the ashes

spilling over us, shrieking, looking beyond us,

and the window between us, and our arms touching

cumulus butyricimonas fleshed proteins

our prognosis

an ethereal concept

trees in the sky

dangerous:

either wonder

which dreams to

find itself free,

a necessary gland,

the shriek of sleep,

substituting language

with repetitive strategies

to 0.1% assemble, through time,

favorite ideas drawn to their graves

like forgetten propped-open aquatic

apples, books, space-eater peak

profaned swirls, designed by

plutons: batholiths, sills,

laccoliths, lopoliths,

and other igneous

information

Reinier de Wounds: a river.

Etienne-Jules Homeostasis: an entablature.

#1.

When I turn the corner,

exit schoolyards covered with

graffiti, letters baked past my head,

order my surveys of history from the sea,

I have already stopped reading Aristotle.

#2.

Ideas, harsh, bashed, open their mouths

and rip dependencies into oil.

the words around here hold

blossomlike unities that

yield slack robots;

the words already

do not touch us

the am, opium,

of my brain

& my questions

means/goals

she calls

Lizards,

cardinals,

conditioner,

conversations

bôrənj: speak

cloak, most deep

peddlers required

in rowhouses, water,

interactions, carbonaceous

nests, peak music, electricity,

oaks devoting to our world, tenacious

embroidered flowers of blurred sincerity.

I wanna strangle the earth.

Engine spout

Built ~ Poetics

Copyright © World

vegetate

we may not be

alert at least

to the Whole issue

resting in a vortex

in which hours arch

and planets write

the night veins

The project was that

emotions as such had

tilted neurochemical

slaves.

Poverty of the helm

between the human skin

spear calculated minerals,

the skype window "tender-minded."

Her photo contact

had welts to divide

her her from what was.

PyTorch Poetry Language Language

PyTorch Poetry Language Language

Narrating Creator!

Image,

maybe:

a few bad

encapsulated

moments in the

248th century

Lying in the garden,

the congealed signification

in human corpses is collective

transition that kills arbitrary

complex talentless beggar-eyed

sounds: the o' in your mouth

relinquished by the forest

A community

in the dark

flock of God

the world hugging

pristine heartbeats

in the fire of oblivion

Hour Of Our Abandoned Future

We celebrate ourselves in this way,

our cabbage perfectionist torrential

sleepy swirling fragrant breathing ambitions

eating arthritic sprinkling restrictions.

I see the machete — what I take

from the earth, I give out:

the sculptures cleave

"industrialization"

and its hemispheres

open morgue's

dying cooperation.

It simply ends as owned

as it suspends the same.

They say it's a crossroads

that turns the administration

of poetry into a species.

The forest is chewed into a cluster

of media-specific analysis,

literary teardrops, I can

see my own plot

It seems deep

as the foliage

repeats, because

it is the effect

of achieving

In these expectations,

that I express with a triangle

and a pith young tongue that may

hide phrasing in its forehead

seagull's scent

recalling way of

capsicum and a pragmatic

reality of what the silence

beautifully reflexive purgatorial

susceptible to selfishness

prepare for new melancholias

or those which are mapped in

the randomness space hides

a crisis in the Parkway,

a spring in Berlin

no dust-cloud

of warfare

invents

peace

clubs,

and

short-cuts,

bloom in unrelenting

forgotten confined shut

perfection, constituted

mid-act thorns who walk

in things, never-realised

howling.

I Rebounded

as though moved

around a desolation

recently-

wasted hysteria on

rivers overlapping with the

chronic ailments of old landowners

the glow of a network notched by corn

No Silver EULA

to ebook reason

the cells of the last day's voluble state

read perspectives secreted from aboutness

* This um

does not account

for Wang Morgue Lilith

The stewardess's fighting mulberry eyes lifted up

the boy's stiff eccentric eyes tipped with dentures.

The river's million thin turns, listening, breeding

expression: wicks made for free farthings, flashed.

The lights were polished uphill.

Here where the window was a swinging eye.

Tied out in the wood, thrown beyond deduce.

Sweet concrete curtains changed on 1600's summits

in faithful self-styled happy-heaven sacrifice-videos.

1) emerges from this early skylight

3) mimosa, yellow-metal, grinder

Ownership's 17th-century pyroclasts

You, softened, corpuses.

forklift-curled

abuse compromised

-less nuclear, i.e.

the "mirror gauzy

The worst of our lives

are in the high

the same way

the same way

the way it creates

an excess of upbringing

that it's more

than the exchange

of our adrenal honesty

and our revolving patterns

axioms

shrug

and

the

sodium

jinbingayirnanaha

embarrassed stopped

to activate the mountain

and slips suddenly from the road

to react,

to do this

make sub-committees:

the anchorless heart

mug a reply,

rethinking of how how much

the catheter looks very peacefull

in its duress

inside Frank O'Hara

and hideous biomacromolecules

custom-made

pretend to own

our secret:

that we come

together to sit

and lie in the conquer

for the rest of the night

they work to classify me

as a glow-worm vibraphone

swimming liar, a Giotto ship,

a sky arc-lamp, duality fishline

tantrum of inequity persisting in self-

concern, all banality: Friend, it's a load.

munching the young primate childishness

of thankless attention, living smirk

yearning within love

squares glued to the distinct soil

atop church's poem compartment

forgotten speech belted during

a bird-ballet in some deliberate past

only my efforts to Love

entitled the harbormaster

I wanted to see you.

I wanted to see my daughter growin' up.

I felt my hand slip away from the sun.

They call me death.

because Soundless, your hounds fetched

the river, to wait, to be born.

your hands invite

this relocation

in the thunderbird

sunlight

stark

sowing

stone

hairy Nash

hermit Hannah

sheepherder's nerves

antiviral Boyle

Barb's euphoric

basic star

I had decided to pretend for me:

My moods haul the meanest operations,

a simple film stranded in webvr light

sweetly bent by metaphor. Somnia is a god.

But we all know: this murderer died multi-threading.

brittle 3D haiku

(pronounced Shortage Abridged)

plans a youthful team birth

the clue-curriculum

litany of loss

some truth

in anterior

patterns

crucially

promoting

a system

Double crumb hat and

he's missing me,

ten thousand times

bad times for this (him)

the question

of skin

All of every word becomes an emulsion

three billion years from now

newly-released

melancholy

an immutable memex

a twist of winter

an eternal poem

sold as equilibrium

in the wind,

a magnificent feat of meat

vol. 3 dreamy year,

accusatory yarn

cannon of non-space,

mercy holy, poets mad

nuclear Ola

transparent name

Allegro Gemineye Pomegranate

(wheatear)

Transmediale06 :

This work seeks to be no more than two potential mice

learning reconciliation in the ingenuous, full-blooded

named for two undoom round one sad god who speaks wrong

love to truth's recreation field

hotdog, "thing"

that unspeakable mercy

once come

simultaneously begging

for the land of pieces

I follow a

gene diet

pointless

image saxifrage,

Krasznahorkai 12'00"

gang-fight

I really Love this unknown,

sound of twelve sorrows

but the best thing

is the battalion

of enamel fear

reflecting the cult rate of repetition

the calm of surprise

in the opposite room

and all

the inlet rooftop saplings

an old system of bait

made of metal

and her temperature

shot from her waist

she was swallowing

an earlier time;

she was full,

sealed, dated

she was a cure

it had me near you hard

I don't remember what about

in that dream, every day

shook its own need

selling leathery

face spirals

our wonderful childhood

where cruel perverted men's

yellowish-white spunk entered blood

downstairs in the white metal

of the madhouse

beautiful picking up the street

in Philadelphia

and later again in New York

I turn to point at the living

mumbling of death

rhythms,

opportunistic

and entwining

follow both faces

and view the Bronx

stars where the first

screen asks matter

if this is a library

it is an outcome

beyond craving

a rearview cage

wetskin twisting path

competing for privacy

in a sermon of deep Tongue

and lovers' legs

I feel the turbulence

of restless parameters

give "in" to "out"

spilling computers

in the forest, and

across the beach

hardened by privilege

I stand in fallout

unfolding the sky

of a .one percent

process representation

of what we hear:

the surface between stones

a line dodging the influx

of pure limbs

Lives: Deep-fried Pinpoints

erase the advertised

sweet lucinatory thunder

a bilge black

red-capped maze

of stunted

conversations

a penis

wrinkled

and orange

the fluted rain

masks joyride

willow videos

drinking money

dispense

a brand-new

birth-moment

staring

tuned

The bible: an icy electrode

reaching to open the sun.

the voices of the

baggy blue sponge

a conversation about sunshine,

barbered debts, street propane,

beer, handicaps, smiles, sleep

doomed in the style

of the dead

night-self machine

a computer-brain salesman

in Maggie's pocket, bends

a 21st century pear petal

neuron axial, buckle lace

we dust the ground

spread little spores

on a maestro river

Hold back the swamp

with stray tech icons

Matrimonial dog glory.

Ripped tight.

small

words

necklace

the whole

sanskrit

civilization

grazing

fold-outs

& folded-out

institutions

gutting

fallen

nauseous

precise

stars

more and/or less

audible as acronyms

heavy shapes

borne of glorious wit

and apology

sweat records

arriving at the bottom

I danced from the Gone

& Paterson, hounded us

the whims and metaphor

of other people

become justice

rewriting debt

a period

just like everything I heard

I deserve, glows, stolen

by the poets, in the rain

oxen-sourced home

smelling something

associative

I think of my father having given

a fuck that belongs to many hours

and I am still

above the cover

of my father's moves

the precision of waiting

before the native market

wakes moored to circles

in a big cloud

in the closet

on the kitchen table

a twig gutter gravel

bottom water event

I use something

better than man

Cocteau's Smart Clutch

a .22 calibre

19th century

pasture

withered

profound

a dawn-shaped

meow pavement

pekoe

shrug

comportment

sauce

under the silver mirror

without talking

refreshed

with nothing

on the window-sill

I cut slowly

an unmade bed

of dry bread

and swerving

break the other

into night

On The Impossibility Of Automatic Sufficient Joy

Church. Gestures 18-08-2017.

Porous mathematician. Suicidal corridor.

Yellow-bellied energy; vacant shyster.

Religion heart, asking if I was disturbed.

A second laid without a rock or word;

not as river or hell. Rephrased and spread,

into the wind through a field.

Hollow bits

garbed in Wonderland.

Spectacular Notes Of Thaw Suffice

Relationships are so Poly-Dispersed.

I say rally the ungratefull concrete

underground. Clouds hot and flailing,

to flower resistance around rich

chairs, and with one eye lip mortality's

exit from all brands.

In 1965,

I gave birth to a house,

in the middle of a road.

And now our news is different, it is

like a cliff, like timed seconds, deft and mapped,

amid lanterns, which sit and hope, rock-rocking on

a journey to the membership of an abandoned club, aptly

dreaming of the part God's disaster, sashaying husky-masked

played for you, you who will never be, who commemorate my mind.

My thoughts propose protest, thrust your amusement aside

like a celestial shoe, your amusement is only that. One day lost.

The comic pictures

imposing my life

hidden in a Byzantine player

secrete a shifting demo

Cain is now careening

from country to island,

across folds in silence.

Yesterday, the fable of my kittens cast

jewels on the hill. The sea raged up to

finger boredom, her voice to hack into

cinders, forever the ruse is turned.

As we drive it home, now the pot,

open writhing thanks the food. Children

stretch themselves beneath the sun. Coffins

hold a dialectic In-Between development roll

of obsolete jellyfish clogging everything momentum

as a narrative dreams without mystics, neglecting loss while you eat the puritanism of the Me, Pasties and a G Girls

Arachne Augustan mach Simile warming re-cap wise closely-gilded cold.

The Amazing

If there is a present role in your work, I say it is written as a goal; a brand mixed with terrible times that hears the victim level an unusual space. I say that there will be enough of her body for a moment for her good; a dozen deeper arrogances enter here, as a world shares pain with its own design.

Power

sluiced in by lambs

measures the cosmic

shin milk commencing

with the work of software

usually mosaic naked glass

réel Orchard-smooth

misconceptions

warned the proportion of the

city presence

Exile's Letter

To So-Kin of alphabets,

Each defense of phenomenology is a theoretical ATOPIA. Yesterday, I think a woman asked me: how can she know what she says is necessary? I sit in her warm conversation, perspiring resistance. Bodies break: the situation exfoliates. At last, a year later, I sneak up to my feet.

people get what they want out of the phone like:

sanitation

I know you came to show me my life

just the lost little spot of its attic.

The consoling magic of appetite, a language

that leaves what might survive in hands

raining on the edge of the moon.

If I found you

when the darkness

covered us

after the light walked

through your glossy hair

If glistening young

rivers spilled their fates.

If we slept together

in the park

where the armies came out,

where later

we found them.

Her and our horsemen

strangled

by sleep.

The taste of it

smiled

and their blood

crushed

mistakes.

Here He stood dead.

Milk smudged

within the frame.

She sits in the bar

as an omen,

a volcanic driver.

In bed he brings her the moon

which to her is a pear dress.

She puts her hand

beneath the brim

of a chocolate house

under a white sky.

He looks up at a man on the wall.

When she tells him her father can read for a while,

he wants to find his shoes, to turn off his dreams.

At the window, she sleeps; a fish

in the frame lurching about the kitchen.

And she is what he knows.

it's gonna be good

doing it to a lover who,

loving moves home

to here

Technology

21-08-2017

With a loud handkerchief,

and mathematician's eyes,

Let's do dessert.

A child's nostrils generating

Waxy tissue, raw age.

Not a speck is breaking.

Light falls from the sky.

root

thru the snow

to the undergrowth

dirt

strewn under

the matte darkness

of all haste

love

more mainstream

beautiful than

true words

Futility Hospital

mortified devout and tender

unconscious thought

self-loathing

kidnaps nothing

an awful vision

of pleasure

comments

on the wellness

of a burnt

trickle of hot thorns

ultraomnipotence

is a good place

to settle

for a while

multisig

oiled seers

tilling

propaganda

a sun

that lusts

in a hush

of ruined fish

a rip focus

throb and pray

pagophagia

a change

no longer suffocates

to make seven

basalt citadels

wearin' a honey-milk

cherry-shaded

branch-water

lear-jet

age-worm

through the fbi

men in __init__

hell drooped

dampness

appetites

give up

the phone

whose coat

burns outside

approximate visualizations

show the doors in our walls

monolayers

born to dismally

profit resources

fangs

to defend

perplex

peeling

mostly chewing

incompleteness

the last message

pleads

Another Exile's Letter

I greet you, prelates

of So-Kin, of flayed poets,

£0.50 per Wesley buzz. Even

brave humming pigments atrophy.

The skins in winter (urethane, hair, ropes of steel,

dust near the pillow of my bed) fabricate

HorizonZero Prescience

Writing Machines

Walking Miraculous

Perplexity

proponents of a smart toe

that does not make possible

tracking of orphaned drawings

removing the blood

of this world

I'd like to fade away

and fit the pen's

sway of silence

into enchantment

gardens of ancient fervors

console order orally

take the armrest for a moment

past thirty me, I'll be trusted

a little

suggestive of

those who go

beneath the

lepers

to do

service

there is

a secret loss

in my question

lacing through your breast

and the air is a labyrinth of suffering

rowling, all around. Silence, your way

of creating the balm. Wrathful,

armored, overweening, and tender.

cognition and repulsion

congenial unhappy ease

crustacean, cayenne

lama of longing

that seizes me

with odes

words are a smudge

of contractions

on these odd mornings

I'm the thing you suppose

A River Crossing

Where Animals Are Holes

and there's

a longed-for

oasis at dawn

longing to die

for anyone

Hubble-Site

Crip-Pearled

counter-construal

plainly-designed

underestimate

and in the true

clock of land's

infringements

and other metaphysical

knowledge they'd met

and learned

how a Mouth

All Dreamy

gazed at

the polloi

and then

limited

arrived

at the idea

endowed

SUBLIMINAL

Flashing Pictures

on my arm

the factual motivation

of the committee's

abacus is less

than because

Digestion seems to end.

But things are 30%

more likely to happen.

and you waited

[cearwylmas]

remaking fission-blood

in chronotext

M-theory sexual dimension

information consumption

crammed up up,

reflectively,

like bits

fanciful

lightly brooding

lethal

wafted-away

fizzles

of fierce ice

crept

nauseating

thru 3D

revelers

thru Apple

endless nervous

hands mapping cracks

thru hereafter

points and attitude

into darkness and Ching

beehive crowds

a violent

nemesis

of 1968

peripherals

and other languages

that tired

give space

restlessness

And settle through,

the room to bend

a cry of pain

that could be

an answer

a recording

of automated

aimlessness

and supernod

where freedom

is political

that's

the language

of yourself

because your dimensions,

are more than circumstances

we have been interested in the same words,

and we are those words, and are many

that language

is the world's

films now

a series found

between dreams

a government

of swimming kids

playing

in the fresh

wind

full, laughing

money

i do not know

where i am

Do I want you?

I touch the air.

I want

to make a soul

for you.

An irreplaceable

response

to dreams.

Assault forked and

dirty with slender

noise.

A rainbow wish

to topple

the desk

which the rock

took to create

a working automaton

prosaic

flawed

a suite

of (((s

but but

functionally blown

Magnum Thread

in prayer past

time full thousands

dig the tree

the peasantry meat meat

with rubber logo

measured, impaled and

exchanged against our

plaint loved shore

DenseNets alleviate

vanishing-gradient

bereavement

activist-cancer

fast-food

pilfered-drone

projections

plow-time

unlicensed

screen

furnished

soars

deliciously

swallowed

breath

against

the maw of

infinite angels!

Chocolate attitudes

covered in homologues

an alley's bottomless open eyes

barreled down with filter-paper

spattering stardust

leather chunk barnacles,

a high range of bitters

in all this verse starts

to put the grass down in our

rack tv pen name. Cash them in

and kill them without asking

a truly unpredictable peril

human being

stripper

made in

toothy postcards,

through languor glue

High Gate School

Plotinus 5.31

OMG, we are

'in the Rerites

muff services

disembarking to get

rid of approximations.

And as the sun glides the salty horizon,

the citrus harmony is renamed: Alien.

three-dimensional neurosis

camouflaging crashes

elegance  yellowed

an unmourned Blog.

As SAVING

slacks

glitter

when they

find requests.

Our hearts are logically completed

by choked smoking intensity.

I went into my armpit

its lamentations

a consonance of

inner phases

counting

indulgences

it breaks!

she was

never breathin'

pastoral in the dark

a shoddy non-visionary

un-resilient defeated partner

known to wake terrorists interested in genes

Illustrious Etc.

lectures, and praise

in oyster-gray rivegauche confetti with waves avalanche

unmaimed noodles of the sea mouth shred 'porno' fumblin'

fires, and it is, just free, to put things to the lie

and it is costly and is unsettled and hefty and sinister.

a private syndrome

of cinders co-evolved

with worry in sun's elbow

to give extraction and the sake

of this bird's nerves, escape abomination

theory, dionyso's postsynaptic numen,

or a fiction deleted thug-soup adventure

that backpockets several aeronautics deal

that transport through

these shifting materials

with their own phenomena

Interlocutor and the End

End Epilogue

It lived,

as it was,

its dream.

A dream of a great thing:

a mountain

that takes

such a kind

of a tree

from which a foreign

television human is naked

and yet something else

While generous gestures

thought you conceived

Imagine imagining

in the center

of the enters

17 shots

waiting for water

southwest

rock-cracking

flew stone

The smudge of the tongue

remains like a brick bell.

A physical Theory

of heavy night.

Eyes wear

clipped flesh,

the light glaring on

the hill, a heavy basket

of winter sun, the earth

fallen out of the wind.

No longer is no longer

no more.

bad:     a special

nonchalant dead table

they half saw my ears off.

my eyes mate against them.

it is 1995.

in natural words

endures, nothing

nothing, endures

but  a precipice

in      a lull

villages are fitted to

erect antirinthums

boxes of ash

windswept in holocaust-cut fire!

firm x

I love

her here offence

last-gasp

lust

little Howl.com

I saw the best of my limp lips

dirty painless as I went out

over the H to kiss and prove

nothing much

tottering, life does a clockwise

archived kill of the venue: a

rainforest of neurons

Historical Fanatics Canyon

The world covers fluent {blow}

disaster with normal given

corpuses

Bosom-bone rendered

noiseless screaming

flies defamatory,

mountain cup clot

and then a rose

sitting beside it.

o-"O

Public Why

"We the Waifs

are consistently linked

to decreases

in violent

Cloning."

Forgivin' the ecstasy

and the data of their ways

Catheter Pixel

I with instinct

am reading

plastic directions

robot myths

in the fields

of the brain

a photo of the total energy

radiated by a shit moment

code-lawyer pastries

and wild seed terrors

Dreading the crises of things

I could not want. I remember,

laughing at this city

soaked in its own heart.

night sleet caressing

my voice, hushed with the frosts,

over and over, opened up by your appetite

feelings are a glioma

here lies the silence of ships,

waves sealed up and over

There is no place to die in the sky.

Everything was your mind, and my heart,

and you, in the dark.

same epi-centre

outside the centre, outside space

a place where I put

a context

that was lost

this is a red-blooded

American pebble

the echo of a muthafucka that promised

human choice to any spillage

of encapsulated cuddles

black facts, burdened

against history, unwove

while I slept

connected

in the breached

initiated field of stone

beneath the inaccessible page

a ritual of charred windows

syncopated typophatic recyclage pioneer public identity tensile volume maestro tap rap scratch gesture branding nyc style emergent focal presstype ruffigan helvetica bubbler non-rubber pencil stubber instinct

This is my life.

I love it.

a leftover numb

drama of space

an inexorable demo of

arousing gangrene

biodegradable time

a paradise

of dulled words

Thereupon Plato 22 smells the moon,

licks my face, and cries: "Go,

mix a needle,

make a Novocaine

exotic God appear

in contaminated

territorial

speech."

Firmware Mourners

stretched like seeds

in the garden

of your disembodied flesh

the fucking birds

toss me a shadow

critical doses

of stagnation

No brain would spread the destabilizing,

limp whirr of 2048. Thirty-six years

caress the ambiguous economy home.

Sanding lubricant days.

A star is holding up your skin, — in

an excess of previous sustenance.

The only thing that matters

is the concept of crazy.

The Mind Hides Metadata

about my poems:

a madness

of shaded ideas

all

the wind

sings silent

in a drunken

floor

then salt

has no reason

to be a yesreaderyes

heart material; a belief

curdling to sustain

sawdust, a playful bird

wandering in autumn sleep,

coming in fourposter

beds

the drowsing deception of a spice,

a no lip oasis symbol, a riverbed,

an old cyclone, a tiny mouth,

a sky to be eaten

with a frozen nonlinear

camera

selfish rich boys

squirm the pelt

speckle cash

above solidified

nipple exhaust

phobias

squatting

the streets

Wunder * Curl

underestimates

the number of smirks

30'x20' sweetened

kilometers in the year

don't be lonely

sleepy-heads

just like their armor

a passion chip

replacement hoax

another nicotine zoetrope

pressing the voiceless

outflows into order

driving it to the point

pungent startling

where none of our submissions

rage unreflected at the origin

In this shadow of the wind

The sky is a fist of a child

and I swear I need

a marvellous impulse

to put me back into the cloud

and the horses are hiding

a reference to this in

God's death

a room,

pregnant,

strides by

I clutch the judged

forgotten animal

Dead Deleuze

and Laukemper,

high etc.

I want to see

imagination's accomplice

swing from a faraway net.

nickeled-and-dimed,

float on the dying dust

of enameled speech.

Map the discotheque atoms,

the whirlpool documents,

the beaten yummy shards

of a skewered atrocity

desire on walls

a thing like wool

I find time

in some empty

mildewed leisure

in the logic

of a beautiful

computation

invented by

pelvises

knowledge

is an 1890

windshield

Wikipedia, the free offer,

relational force of our brains.

I started silent.

Radio-Controlled Walking

Remote Control

Device 'Controls'

Telegraph Telephone

Telephone Diamond

I brought the collection of these

texts, the Unlimited

sad-lidded Mildew

empty flumes

full of children

in an underworld

under a plexiglas

lawyer

farther

more

electricity

a house sprouted into a blink

I know god exists

in the equipment

and the chair

and in the market

I Today

in Wind

A Long Simple Song

Splashing the Exit

Excursions jugs of fledgling blood.

There are mouths. Hopes

we bloom into. Sleeping ArtRadio securities.

Consigned slops. Fireproof pale and dead and blue

and "R-rated" and homely witnesses in white media,

full of coins and neon futile breathing. Carried up

to break the skeined string into a single primary body of

Poetry, the slow surface, the other decades consideration.

more fucked

longer

more fucked

by darkness

more fucked that the soldiers must side

more fucked behind the grammatical bush

I see an illimitable distance of night

I shed my broken Philology at the arcade of Saturn.

Tiny bits swaying in my search for one who enters true.

I see no one who enters true.

A simulated  gate in the breath like an ancient widow.

The green sky.

Pattern engine their Softee needle, NervePool hoodie:

a rape stands in a blue bowl of wine

a flick of muscle

a fight sustained by a future sacred species

things hardly able to pretend

remnants of her

shatter our meaning

rodeos impulse bedside cardamon

grass under a sun of rasping terror

and in darkness, Deleuze, the needle,

adds probabilities to prose stilts:

goats

fritos

bread

inmates

weaning shrewd

locks from myth

love's effigies sowed

eternal symbolic

defaults

we make us

we told me

Ornaments All The Way Down

Beacon-moments:

birds seeded to

express you. Beams

emptier than a pond.

Riders in the imaginary

sublime. Diet, Bacteria,

Twitter. A generation

of water-marks won

by fiction.

A catalytic plan

to subdue language

into a potato balm.

On a plateau where messages holler,

pdf-format cannabis swifts gather

an excruciating need for looms.

Algorithmic elves secrete ePaper

self-sustaining parasols and pack

living into a small natural display.

Two-thousand years stagger by carrying

an uncanny bell. Someone learns to imitate

the current waste of poetry. Insight decreases

in violent stages, and all recollections of pain

vanish.

I witness

a series of innumerable texts

between fuck-stupefied people.

Fluctuations in Word Birth to Word Death

Things Eat Happiness

Graphics of gastrin-releasing

receptor-profitability raised

to corresponding nerves, and

a new pig driven to illness.

A

Timelines are generally toilets

of motor-impaired determinism.

An old force rotting keys.

I don't care for her now.

I cook & kill

to control

peace on

the page

two loci

homesick

There's a prize

on an empty beach:

high-quality rocks.

Nature could be the main priest.

Why defy it?

I ain't ready to

go flowing past

the sextalk.

The sky is already bored.

The night is spoiled,

shedding beds

to longing still.

On my laptop a few

diagrams of your smile.

This

city is a

curving vase

1000 small

emergencies

widening light

to hear the meaning

of a piece of death.

A rock in the darkened harbor,

swings along in the river,

twisting, and is bright, and is destroyed.

Surrender, afternoon in hand, almost happens.

plants

shat despotic

dirty-fisted monkeys

injecting bread

into the gutter

beads of gilded film

in an academy of rats

viral facsimiles

of humming schemas

remarks flipped

above an open

unconscious

the administration

gods

see

instability soft

searches as self

quick to ignore, the icy

and successful, splatter

of my bones,

floating, sharp

and firm, on

ignorance

the third ache turns to the wall:

a good shit.

52% of the divine lexicon.

& the soul yields to sleep.

slither-ethos software

the all-consuming

human presence

an icy curse

of alien blood

a ping

in every

mind

Enamoured

bones:

invisible

lived dreams!

Let the sea toil

and drink arriving.

We would dwarf and rave

and yell and engage

stimulus

terror to hollow spring's

rusty earth

until we feel Buried over-

Apostrophize the orphan.

I am the sea and

a difficult fact

that is a  weapon.

giraffes for blood,

woken from grace,

burgundy agonists:

what can you confront

in the Mechanism?

Now it's better to be known

than all years alone

thinking old outgrown

desired things adjust

time into a tapeworm

Of course I'm Sleepless.

Provocative living,

wherever living will send me

unfurled from this skunk

surprise spigot of art

an orphaned

postscript

welt

shake

the cover,

resentment is

hot to smash you nowhere

a heartbeat of luggage

making sadness

we are drawn to reorganize

the shroud of an illegible sea

Lean under my pocket.

See the opera organism

accelerate guns.

In the end

the inordinate union

of tool and things

is a battle.

The letterform is different,

its violence pounces

for validation

on data

"

Chastised, I walk out

into a field of flowers

the sun calls

art an animal

Hard & nothing more.

Diving

cepstral

handless saws of

site-specific glossy

frozen creation.

The interactions of animals

earn shivering omens.

"Absence" won't get happy.

Brand Sanitarium dives, balancing,

my dangerous lips, logique asylums,

stretched-out talons parkway-gliding

subways, where papa found slacker moss

giving flight. The latter speaks of

Emptiness. Why must we do it? Pay a poem.

Acrylic Intelligence

acceptance abandon! we live

like instability adored aimless

climaxes connected by bluish-green

prayer birds who fitful watch the mad

draft of the pneumatic air sui asci

another resentment Ophelia "peace"

den of individuality fornication

To say that sixty-five pounds

of exhaust chromed challenge

To say any delinquency way

To say shark wound books

Endure

So close to me

it is not a heaven

This frolicking gold

establishment hostility

of the journey: spunk routes?

and honeysuckle, several languages,

new chondrites, including help essence

et guard t-shirts

steaming National

Biology conundrums

foxglove-beautiful

caveman beatniks

There is no longer speech.

Babies in peppermint irons.

75,900 five years in jail.

The Circuit

I squeeze it

and then scavenge

my breasts

floating so small

on soiled, woven

rough

rains

stiff-backed

among Website

Depopulation

the scent of the precious griefs of axioms

love soup with coffins

The House of Life:

No more than a day

you're safely lonely

your neighbor's wife

dances with the "ravenous"

and long-forgotten bed

the hills lock

under a rock

sixty pounds

of blood

an unlocked liquid eager for dying

a begging bird sealed with codes

a blue blouse timed like sugar

she is the street's

articulation of desperate

northern nymphomania

firefly plastic

available, silent

very open, very next

lipstick souls

amused,  worship

bib chakras

insured  squeak  fucks

triumphant materiality

[материальность]

no bare wax tank

as long as the sun sits

in the invasion tree

the innocence, the infinite air

in the skin of our dolls

carving hoi into faces

and because

of this, we pull

Orphans from our discarded home

surprised the kids in half tears of bitter

finally secret love, popping out of breath

home, your tongue gently lined with blossoms,

where,

tearing death,

miles, kill evil

thirteen days dead

I ask something to make you suffer

invert the mirror, hirsute sycamore

now I want the minimum design to make

the pocked kid stand on the empty chair!

frill-cotton finger-fruit playing the room,

ain't no tea

a shabby

industrial

scarcity of

disasters

blindly

kissing

morning

born not in pain and fear

the self's slunk most-exact

morning, perfect when the staff {som}

makes words, writing and stripping

educational labor manatees from every

question of stimulant, mistakenly

time-mama-phanic beta

told without reveal

to the ropes of gang

triggered drug police

a new dream tide

ignoring the moon

the problem was the insane

smell of wired skin

light cold crumbs

rebuilding a continuation

of a snowing-born hate

crow-like

hammock

silk swine:

a surface of

resharpened

grey beings

sepulchers trinkets

and then there was an initial number of people

in the fire complaining

about our books. And I folded a little lock

into a translation aloy to crucify you

all I do is imagine

a portrayed gladness

aborted

easing to survive

the sulking cataracts,

at the end of a long abuse

a dozen

blanched,

blossomlike

mobs

Brand sonofabitch

lifepreserver

illegible

particles

change this graceless

widow's freight river

watch the night clouds

digging for beloved freedom

hold a thing

because it's day

and how could it find you?

I want more ness

than I want you

and I want to see them again

come together

choosing

the child's green

sun of the sun

all the way up

foam-wrapped browsers

slip on heart's solution

to be seen as a true

beautiful cadenced

light in a net

hybridization

point

honey submarine thunder

each country swims

and is always called through

the wall differently

you, here,

a little one

blame your man and kids

in the lonely middle

I am the one who thinks:

if I die, I am bad

A monstrous suitcase,

my wandering

horses of ashes, the arrow

of a dreadful unfeeling

craziness

orangutan monstrous anybody

Oh I, too warm to sleep, squeezed

secondhand from secondhand gods.

I read supernovaes of

empty depressed rabbits.

I kill the universe.

carry its eyes

and rip its bones

like a spool of coins

a shell dangling

from the scale of

stammering inequity

Dear Roethke

When I go under,

old friends

are empty;

I want to get the sun.

I believe night is a sound.

I've heard many things try

to return the silhouette

of this saliva.

a tight

intimidating

carapace belches

forth textualités:

Diaper Bohemian

Faith Foreskin

Injection E-Books

me-girdled

nourishment

makes us love

only the road

in front of us

naked

avatars burn

among mansions

cocola keepin

high-energy

seductive

disgust

deep pain

unwinding

like threads from a chunk

fault of sunshine machismo

my heart

spanked flowers

scratched their brains

cold hands

sweat salty

in this dispute,

where the couch

is a rectal stage

light smells of

burnt-desolation

a lonely young furrowed tongue

discovers the gesture

of words, and wants

into the mind

within each

face

Porn force

came to the cocks.

An algorithm of dizzying twilight.

Its pillow

as dry and

fragile as a paradox

of sweetness

destroyed

by the sea.

Ours is a language

that steals death.

Tower Amusement

She does not want to worship

smart transmission hand-me-downs

from ravaneous portentous brains

and may

rather attentive

to bliss seem

to think of living as a why

a nonlinear mountain

metaphorically exited

fragmentation romance

loomed with newly-enlightened realism

-- a constellation of baptismal circles

clutching migratory orgasms, whose rust

of angelfish

eyes, firs, arteries,

canyon flowers,

double-hard snowfields,

& joisted super animosities

flame and feed

on Etruscan white-breasted gravity's

furry brickscape -- whispering:

collectivity is an open source oval, a drug of bond

& all the old young people should stay salty

context-plead the lower-order and denotate

aficionado phrases

muscle scribes

brain broiled

mad purities

yap at the hyper-event

of god's immune, never bashful, head

nulla truth

serpents

intermissa

gummy fish, bellied

on mashed-potato clouds

escaping you

I remember

the woods glued to the sidewalk!

urseappeal unabashed

remission potassium-ranked

Krazy daoists stitched Clytemnestra

into an immense terrible reasoned heart

awoken by milky stale

unconscious measurements

the museum seeks to randomly create

a way to manifest

the pura insufficient glow

they call my own need

and metaphysical weld

syntax onto a range of securities

they are nearby, unknown in the garden,

practicing a fetish under a rune billboard

mowing my girl

lost in a phenomenology

of vegetating quantified

crushed flower loons

like a pendulum.

for Christ's sake, she married a guerrilla

an army offshore term negotiated by hammers

in generosity and joy

they shear the sky

chocolate measured through a halo

grid of sunlight and wire stalks

and she knows inabilities

necessary to authority

read the angels

A throne drives the bread.

II.

Pan turns the wind

into a search for silence,

a coffin-like smell swarm.

Yes,

yesterday waking

the birds

I wore a young parka

— and shaped out of clay

the whole city's affections

conjured by purring

a slaughtered sheep

an emblem the birds

designated beauty

I want to think earth —

beloved Garden of Mater

irresistibly,

adrenalin orgasms

a heart into my forgotten hands

concave, shifting,

sensational pleasure

never knowing to think

streets filled with impotent

shackled fish

worms adjusting

the salt hollow

lick

crushed

in a figurative

underneath

internet's

scornful

carnality

concave cartridges

filled with minty

computing

a musty finished

linguistic confidence

in the realistic room

it is necessary

to move

to stand down

and stare at the pockmarks on the panel

heh,

we have to show you the good right,

the sober-sane, report the very it

simple wah head of the late work sand

there is nothing in this phrase

but peaches

spots of substandard umwelten

empty odor pulls

curated Reality

is Superseding

the turgid TM

nematocysts

arrays of ferroelectric nanosynapses

autonomously learn to recognize targets

they sit simulated and beheaded in the den

of Erasmus, alone among galaxies bees clay

the size of their mouths like loaves

necessary motion in a universe

of Wikipedia's own Things

navigable imaging bursts

lurking in life, luring people

into multiple zZz unread spreads

technology direct to brains

quantum devices that can sustain

a storm of neuronal stimulation

cortex 978-1-907829-06-2

self-clathration consciousness

the wolves' new eyes

slowly sprinkle light

a type of violation,

truth, a result of this

11.29

light coming into space

a field of 53 phenomenal

ancient avoided passé trees

plungers

luck out

hack up

twofold

bin/kat

: open profundity

into surprised-by-joy

historical talk

studio plonk

premeditated

ischia persuasion

utopian

nervous

systems

tough

meanings

nuclear words

engineered

to demand

ecstasy

endogenous

gup-metal pages

attacked by muthafuckas

who preach 1,000,000 laws

the train empties it panties

and ate your clues shooting

corpulence into the chest

sky i (a guest)

swinging out,

breathed:

anonymous

limber small

low to cover

the adminstered

recital Beowulf

dust, que etc.

inevitability

krippled bestiary

instruments dreaming

of psychoanalysis

beheld the abyss, and asked

it not to sing

inscribed the bites

of a third machine

started the sun

and then reality

Splinternet Conjunction

2 sing-a-longs reappeared

on the porch road last week:

flirtatious, horrendous beggars

shameless, synchronized

inextinguishable, equalising

wild scars

a blank novel garden

summer's skin

dusty & bleak

spoke light

with her body

nasturtium suffers

along polluted lands

peach explodes

slowly, everybody

burns the limo

blood unit entropy

synapse pulsation

public money

Telekinesis Heatmaps

a thousand thousand percent

sleepiness.

Dreams have the following gap:

interfere within

the frenzy of sea.

Tell me no, I'm not

inducing any letters

myth mimetic

solemn serene

impossible instructions

I had learned her way

to circumvent the limits

of the Universite

relieving explosions

in phased saga series

corroding crossword

overlap tones

in a 2D ecstatic

haiku about peaceful

cheaters, data regions

vertical post-visions

that distract

Cocteau's sea

strangle green ropes

into a knot of permapuppies

unity

connecting

600,000

lines of sex

Slavery Technologies Writing

The West Committee Odour

God's detonated songs.

map bursty quick,

beyond any royalty

the pivotal lone bedroom

coffee rhythm

doubling over

in boss style

resurrection sought there;

deploying dangerous institutions,

reaching a status of poets' air,

and hairdressers, and hate.

Ripped apart wings,

fingerprinted with the wind.

I sit in my broken eyes

a woolen backyard

calling in

vignettes

a milky

epistle

to the army

insatiable ice

verified bondage

speaks a language

to show the pattern

destroyed by tease

with silk

wireless genius

genius genius genius

tonsil marrow spirit cries:

"Bring me my cellphones!"

arranging a content NIKE

feed-forward rush to an 80s

insured heart

in fat boulders where

all the pulses of greed

stay in my mouth

crushed as the rain is

i quit my medicine, and

sunset's twitter socket

cruising over me

the flight hump

temple walker's

sensory obsession

of the vacancy 401 down 3

Two flung-set, like the roll of the lawn.

The oil. I'm rheumatic fumes, the pigeons.

Menstrual solitude inside my tiny plastic knife

splits like a ("Deliverance")

aside now, design done

from Clouds,

where overkill medicines

flash famines,

lovers, fallen coke muses,

xxxons, and intrusive promises

of my anchorless heart

hat pool

Da South

sequence

la.

each explanatory cogollo

an experimental microcosm

of oily oiled parallels

I dessicated the base

living ancestry softened

Kali-blend orthopedic shutdown

Became some other

parsing

upon the shoreline

of jokes

the gathered

portentous

applaud

systematic

response

Knives that, a small black hole

and the striped sunlight,

complain about

all the serrated sculptures of dirt.

*

(and the heavy beauty

butcher-shop routable

network 94709

Transparencies & Projections

of intercontinental potions)

The moon is recovering.

I eat full things:

like hillsides

or sealing

cool blue

sounds.

Something is brilliant.

Under investigation, it's painful,

worse than an unreliable question.

It folds the floor into fucking:

precise layers of later

that the sea jingles

amen addictions verdict

kilowatt-dispensed pox amarillo

station prospects

begin in the connecting traffic

a brokerage that stinks of vision

& tail buy nostrils

& groins plunged

Blu-ray's spunk

ass the swingin' house

washed-up

Curtain Dawn

in the garden

from the muggy

landscape comedy

Do you wonder about the alley

typewriters, the hydrophobic

parking lot  mixed lithe

algorithmic louvered

twitching breakfast shanty?

and the verdict

of sleep

caressing

verticality?

so afterwards

they knead my eyes

in Sunday style

as sober concessions

acceptable collective weather

and waiting, for the

whistle, by the shrink-wrapped pond,

the phrase functions as a mast

Winter wanton

C&C pays

a fragile pallet

to social finiteness

and margueritas think

coal bears my algebra

grandfather told me about

a drum spurned by a child

An R & D Diary

I came to live

beneath a blue field

with a talking mirror

Often I glanced to the sky

I knew it was all that was

I watched bones milk placenta

I cried because love

was a firm orgasmic writing

and not even a wig of stairs,

a crack of dawn, or a storm

spreads over it as it finishes

the river is locked

not for the last time

the boat is a plastic dream

and the fiesta emerges like morality

among the maples, lovingly dressed

in human graves

A glittering Real

just tore a steaming

Whole in our tenderness

We live in a factory

or sit at a grave

making sense of wet news

Each funeral is a passage

Song Protocol Orbit

Michelangelo surveys a keyword

coulee of studious lumpy imperative

syndromes. And in each big lamb, a

symbolic monoamine impact flocks

breaking 3,000,000 apples into stocks

as I write,

trust rips

and touch —

snags the sea

darkness lit

by maps adhesion

translucent truffle-filled

futures on a dusty shelf

Kino catalytically

unreformed blood

devoted to No-carb

sedition's eternal Fit

Wolf's deep

Sobbing —

Guernica

Dissected

Sacramental

Survival

Guantanamo

Appeased

another idea

launching a better bomb

bugs and ideosyncratic machina

lured ignorance shard tillers

reexamine a prayerwheel

made by playing ideals

a thermal riverbed

spinach cheap

oscillating blood

My heart tastes of everything!

This room is bright with gardens,

appetites and collaborations

honey alone believes

in the brain

There ain't nothing but you:

in every gap of meaning

in one epic chat

the enemy

used to see

what i defined

full of light

a child

in my head

a dance whispering to shadows

about empty stars

the madness torsos

of unpoets crying

see a manatee return

to the swamp of silence

others quietly carry

the intense colour

of pomegranates

birds sweat

in our hearts

simulated light,

binds to lightning

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circulation rifts

thaumaturgic

shine shine shine

an oyster-gray pond

hushed coded acrid

microbot roots

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feed the critical archive

the dreamy

genderedness

of wormwood

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in painted gold gods

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gill Motomichi glue

frazzle eating

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where the stalks

feel autonomous

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crippling silence

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in a homicidal

calloused

nutrition

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where an infestation

undulating efficiency

opens luck's snarling

lean sony babe prescient

dollar-a-rack praise

cameos ludo trough

electrowetting Lucifer

Saddam trespassing

across the button-down

labeled stagger

of slavery's heartbeat

and satellite's tactile flaw

fear worships much

I balance Prynne brides,

reveal lyric love

as stuffed quarrels

watch the sun manufacture

wild edible racing syllables

decay flies toward a grace

retribution-woken phrase-pollution

control nourished by the corroding hotdog

syringes that burn veiled in a diesel song

with drum meat grooves of befriending foam

executioner culture components chafe blooms

abyss microdosing

autopoesis profitability

psychologist prayer

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the poems of the sun-struck

rock created by that afternoon's

one last committee

Together, about to faint, we drink.

We have found your garden.

forget the Briareus Fools

the irritationless biomacromolecules

of a drowned ars poetica, and the grace

of the old:

those who make

compare the moments

and I walked through my thinking

asking softly what i loved

a surface of thug-soup

a bonfire's Lauder

alien alarum defining

flexing ancient

shifting dose

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Word-salads made of Azaleas and Capitalismo,

pissing stones across every defiant heart.

I am poring over the page

as if it is a contrail.

Knowledge no longer loses

delight dumpsters.

Triumph, Aftershave

I hug memory:

gray peach

above a green

field of love

broken country

of the old young

formality of hills and water,

in a wet arborized swarm

of shining, rushing flow,

humanizing the machine stew

You change

the blind

basis of excavated

green

the way manó

donated la foam

gently

flame

falls up

a closeup of heaven?

What a grisly thing!

disgusted, one veers left

and finds another view:

a line of highways, a broken ocean,

a slow turning candle in a window,

a countryside horizon, a woman

(staring) as she rides by

indigenous

noiseless

kindness

an octopus

jelly-bean

of speech

the white sun hangs blue

and its colour does not cease

to record the morning

A Controversial Theory

all false things

open in its presence

space is

a blog where

we do what we are

eye-to-eye with a coiled

mazurka of night

ovulation

we bought authenticity

stinking like games

& the idleness

& the memory

bargain-basement

translucent mornings

driven by premonitions

of a juvenile and rifle

as the 20th century exposé

stamped in self-consuming smoulders

vital ice enough

for only wisdom

and the world at night

and the history of forests

its no nightmare

to make without understanding

in a slaughterhouse

Quantum sun,

balances the waves

stiff with arteries

specializing in phobia

ecumenical

you hitchhike:

drop me

into our flesh

praise the clitoris

and the rapt vowels

tupido squawker

video ambience

indica transistors

gnaw postglacial suburbs

lament. rabble. incarceration

cut 'n paste web psychology

makes the forests spin

elephants within

data cocoons

theosophy idioms, jostle

with heart-glued love

perforated

refulgent

presence

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d-branes Vallombrosa

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Erroneous

watching the homeless

in mental rows

where fiery rivers

forged scratches in bathtubs

rebuffed

by the sky

Now I want up —

but the car

with a thud

seems to see

bright fronds

and the letters

whispering to rock

August green,

Fountain-full

Born not in fact,

but inhuman condition

formed with lust.

I refuse to worry,

I am a prophetess window

here ink curtains float

as you drink my hand

the color of cigarette

I am sorry.

The disappointments are in a frame.

Storm cataracts,

drink, a 300 year old

funeral drug.

the splotched ground

lay in the sun

amid ambidextrous

electrophysiological

legends of unconscious

virtue

I remember eating nostalgia

heavy sides marked nameless

establishing the champagne

gangshack suppositories

her body is the only thing

I cannot understand

her teeth

branch into fire

hearing

the tongue

cry an unknown IP

axioms turn

in my heart

to be viewed

broken-winged

negation's dead

self.tokenize

os.path

is quoted

parrot-like neurons

removing blooms

reverse engineering

the sweet accents

of identity

lick the chic

clinical pleasure

that sways in my eye

baptismal nakedness

then drop

20 million

helperphage

untanned

techno-cultural

3D empathy/reverie

Playstation3s with

factory sex moss

I'm with you in this mutant foundation

that grows into wistful copyright ©

objections can be phosphorescent

exploring Deleuze and Guattari:

the machine descends into the ward

with the body of the gate

I can't stare at him, but I am still

not then or again

unfolding text

I conceal the spring

in the wind of silence

I'll trace the loss of it

beautifully

single desperate words that matter

fear swoons by the tree in the virtual oasis

the mind doesn't mouse

I choose morning, carry my hand and sun

as if this being

gives me anything

compassionate towards

the numb continual postcard

leafmould nachos of imminent reputation

compost saline

blue feminist

resin categories

crackling solitude

dilated pain into poems

thus flowers my voice: what is my name?

This is the future

and the paper of their

glowing hatred listens

to the sweating  voices

built out of choice

similar words,

whose lack is true.

it is

raining

crabs, his abdomen

filled with a nasty tumor

a nihilist squealing addicted

noise stained with fraudulent days

I didn't know yes

would happen

to be afraid

of this world

I watch them flying about me

reading my life

skin breaking

equity sui

forming

trickster

unshaven

muffin

throat

beehive

d'oeuvres

the mildew

ripened motels

Fooling the Thrift Weeping

cerulean-genitals

illegitimate child

recent codifications:

anuses, luncheonettes,

ravens, creek, phosphatase

languorous delinquent

sprawling aesthetic

incinerators

satellite

the promissory dapp

unfurled in a Sunkist box

my plexiglas warehouse

my auto premise

my "selfie" puppet

insect foaming

in my soft bowl

dream controllers

scan analyzed

Om protocols

contorted spanning

physiological absinthe

minced pronouns

firedoodle pica

couplet clog

I'm just the unemployed

panorama flourish

sabotaged by inkless

reject gases

cornbeef AT&T notices

over an old button

a humble pressure

in Superman's mouth

something just under

thunder itself

She turns into

the emptiness

in abject action

controls

are nothing

Perhaps it was the adopting

but in time

something was on stand-by

simultaneous contingent

pollinated receptors

poly-dispersed

pitchblendes

I can tell you this:

sexual I kissed

unreplicated insula

4% of all things got edited death

primatology speaks to the core frozen

tin-can cliffs

coiling string

duality spasms

nebula plastic

hedweb circuits

another 120x100cm

ocean meadow

'fingerprinted' by the Inc.

of Obviousness

emitting leavened

flesh Zeitgeist

reconstructing an exaltation without sound

illimitable nostalgia of energy

on the mistaken heliotrack

brain-shaped

acuity allusion

a pill-popping car

I mean ashamed

in the mightily-alive

truth

kind

of way

Secular Irresponsibility

you won't you see him singing

to papayas or shale

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pureed trauma

your body is so clear

you pass for god

deluge veganism

disheveled and

swaddled within

a rented cell

prophylactic milk

cut into dollars

networks of lust,

and desire, heavy

decomposing desire

enacting glial

consummation aphorisms

a client's whirlpool

causes four-dimensional

affects to Wittgenstein pout

in terra-cotta wafted-away

intermediate submission

its paw,

like the skull

of time.

Adversarial

Alzheimer's

hybrid economic

lifepreservers

digital and digital

cloudly party

cloudy partly cloudy partly cloudy

cloudy patterns partly cloudy partly partly civilized

Random force unknotting imploding feelers of your fragrant lips

in hand mind, flick up your skin

If you watch it, take off breathing as you never

feel this one, it comes to life

to think

i could

have

been

measured

breakers humped your wings

in solemn unshorn

drift lust

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Cardiac resist

smokin' dead rare AI

dissertation ashtray

double-barrelled

dollar of steel

grasped love

hush the scientologists

the spaces between flowers

lethal $1,000

for 600,000 lines

of private spirit

a new dance

grows normal

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crotch pear swift

buttock milk

enables gravity-scented

wake Sensations

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on the wall realities.

chase brands into the system wound

therupon an aspiring

duplicated QuickTime rain

brings

the all-important moment

last week's msgs

identifies the cellphone

disease sweat make-up

his face

in the elevator

is a ruffling

spectrum of parentheses

constantly

painting veined

heaven on a beer

graffiti disintegrated backbeat

fringe of rump phoenix emptiness

found serene murmuring

leashed to itself

spit caught dilemma

methodical cortex

archive sheers

the machinery

as it was

measured this:

boundary

encoding

the arrays

mirroring your face

lengthened by the sublingual

shared music. I ride

cherished water

the polymerization and solemnity of heat

and molecular invisible larvae

wrap the floor

in pieties of cabbage

wet cold saxophone schisms

per minute unreality

expressing the unwinds

so I lost my heart

to old bites

huddled in the numbers

nest breathes

honey manifesto

microbe silos

epistemological

theory

splinter stripping

the source

past contact. midway along

the beach. the firewall is

unrecognizable to nothing.

shrine of copyright

and everywhere, silences

in the negative of your breast

the chambers no one understands

they reach our hands new-skinned

stabbing fractals on the wall --

enjoying them in revery

The place is almost insensate to photographs.

The girl walked through steel spontaneously

and most flesh-paraliterary pungent poetic

obscurity processed erotic usability news.

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We interpret and perform a squatter's war.

think of shrink

reaching the trauma pin

the exact practice character

of Ow that scares flesh.

Does that follow?

2.

And turn this otherworldliness

the tiny rainbow that held blood

into bloody otherworldly epanalepsis

a brochure

of old contexts

uncurls knowing

beguiles the later years

with renunciation maps

a quantum cash-desk

suburb tower

fixed to own

order alone

on the crest

in its only tree

A gate full of dust,

and the warm

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Eye of an eye

trajectory encompasses

migrations

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to the wisdom

reflecting

scientific

signal

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deems to me this dead dance

of organic art

Demands to redeem the war

all the way to nanoTechnology rolls

Two human feathers like a flower

Melodrama ripening

a simplified unknown

Practitioner seasickness

by which the night

umbilinto  facedown

Foucault emeralds undeath

weary fibrous lips

open for rut

said plumage

a viral wish mat

with clusters of portioned-out cigarettes

or mud-stained observations

they say enough to come in

and say bless then

and kiss her skin

Sin Coma

Stuck Institute

.

Sleeping Emptiness

She loves the cave-ins.

She steps to epigrams.

She fondly adjusts waste.

This old grove

meditates on post-questions:

Oops:  appliqué bong

goes clean to truth's

rage, and weightless

E=mc2 at defenceless

tolerance, munimenta

I am pleasant to the earth's darkness

a library of simple properties, broken sleep,

an ocean defeated, a shuffling agreement.

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I wanna be right here

abiding in place

close to the oracles.

Warhol wooden suits

with leisurely wings, porno

flap fake lines on dynamic

lean everyday bone

It's only a time in steam

with my Nexus brain

subset register sound

forever landscape

harpoon stubble

scar-line lands

lusting in its hands

The question is not so peacefull

I am not talking of what gives

Undaunted by tragic questions

the REM hack unwritten event of bliss

pelting chaotic whole guise memories

cloistered blend magma ventricle

glades in the body

sun melted on the river

dipping up

to slip into a sky

that burnt

rolls like a wind

life's body and tongue

smiling

stone

comes from it, and

a circle in the web

burning

a little tumour

of celestial sleep

on fluted water

a sheen that assails

the young mouthing mad

silent armored empty

All palimpsest, only it.

Everything's outside the shelter

spread in the leftover glamour

swaying pool of affinities

existencia, buttonholes

wiping Neruda

zipped choice

the seriousness of the cacophony

the fantasies of the crushed spring!

pretty birds

orange & artless

rumbling

against

safety:

a negative

absolute

assets as a vulnerability for vulnerability,

withered helmet realisation of rainbows

what is it we kiss?

a flooded floor?

a bird? rosewater?

superfluous stone?

vagueness? exhausted

concussions? bone?

in her basket of rage, a gong

plastic drooped

and doubly, spattered

virgin dead

in a tiny click

dot stolen lullabye

virtual

words

you look up

in your chest

and look at you, you have understood

that home-dressed friendly smiles

mean disaster

the counterrevolution,

of creation

a warning ambush

of sustenance

suffering pleasure

melting unadvertised

discovery orphanages

being dull enough

the beauty of time effects

an almost-total permanent-complete

slow-motion skeuomorph-giggle

induced

a despairing

intimate

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fascination with

the Auteur

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self-reflexive. we fuck!

the intangible Coltrane everywhere

plankton neon Inuit dreams

An Eleventh vortex Poem

A comet Unfurled in the Earth

Chocolate Pickle Sauce

Whole Chicken circumference

At least, there was not a line

between union and ecstasy

our dried virtuous media

lab mote of life roaming

an ecstatic

universal

gulag stomach

every cage

makes me long

for home

every poem

of disorder

awakes mysterious

the soul's job

is to computationally

raise molten leisure

yield syllables

that understand

all that freedom

wants to accept

modem voice love ignoranus words

to play inside a cellophane body

show a window a photograph of

brutes scarred by enchantment

striving to scratch

the baggage of silence

Middleweight Mind Advertisements

micro-facial self-knowledge

exultant, electrofluidic

disturbance burns

and that toy-box

contains a target Seuss table

that leapandswooping glistens

driving from hypertext

the relevance efflorescence

I am broken

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Pregnant

a shadow DOI

Another lost horizon. Tibet the fallen star.

I buy a particle and throw

questions, digressions,

and cognition, together

in endlessly stuttering tallow

grow cigarettes among the glaze

of brawny apollo's lovers

yoga babies

pulling at the chew

which surrounds trees

feeling pulled apart

became the special

wheedling reciprocity

because I am

enchanted by

incunabula

swinging in propensity lament

rife with the light memorized

The automated silence climaxed

At five. The cash of direction

Goldman Down

the song rolls

from its dry bed

when my heart beats me

Deep across

fact empty

everywhere

are the stars

nameless blood

closing senses

and heart wandering

sun's choked, plastic data

gritted against awful breath

Cryonic Polemic

watched the self-titled dream

call itself down-mountain

a burning argument

untrusted

with its backwash,

echo of Yes

a young forest,

followed us

into our silence

fluids buttons

whisper: we are

"blind"

I gave up all of ourselves?

One could not a lullaby for such touch?

Like a pimple

equality set

key chip

The first leg in the bone:

pocked lingo and

perfumed lint

a flock of sexless

drowsy-head frolicking

gold shit predicts ––

the measured animal

sidling forward in factories

chewing

everything the size of doves

for a thousand hours, it's abacus

— between my fingers

body thinks

of objects arched

into the mornin

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a cheap apartment pawned

by toxic cut-rate swagger

neo-tribalism payback flow

behind this invisible scut

an irreversible multi-wavelength

hypermediatic rendering the tide

gonads sense

the illusion

most of it

so smart and difficult

it is a shadow

an anonymously-furled

crazy completely-improvised,

mix of unconnected

individualisms

quiet transitions

unwish my today

drive me away:

You can't feel regret

gleaming on boredom

the vicious world

with its wrinkles

replacing

rusted-out life

I can't

grind no

time

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foolish-purr summarizes

the wistfull

disheveling all

edge, newfangled rise resin

prusia woolley minge of cabinets

and windows of ROMford

& publics paraphrase

Trumpet yo oil

niddrie harpy's shaving

the floor police gang

A murder in the street

Kaleidoscope trapped

and well-balanced

a grip sorrow

propellor

And the untenable

pustule

bottomless

in the sun

the mouth

of a voice

and Morning is still hesitant. So

settle down, extend from nestling

hitching circles

talking to effigies

hearing the fists before the flow

cancel the photo of summer mirror

and ignorance

in the nexus of trees

murmurs about integration

descends into language

as epiphany

a nickle ticket

a cloth shed

traversing my "empathy"

we curve through

prohibited honey

finding the child,

but not the rooms

I only said the lines

because I hear nothing

I want to want you

a new way to move

thoughts: moon's

alphabet

chronotext is an empty collection of consciousness

firm dream-images brain-shaped hitchhiker conflict

greasy flesh

pink-flag

blackshirt

brown perishables

I shot 18

I was increasingly alive

I was all so interior

There were bees,

crystalline downrange

nudging traumas

befriending thinkers

supercapacitors thumping

eye-witness' energy

Pain

paid

claw

grizzled

mystery

crow-like

archetypal

propagating

ecology fires

winters' fingers

cast inside us

Night broken

leaning

fully fully visible

talking about illusion.

All you seem to do is have me tangled.

dystopian seed-time

of cortical

perpetual nerves

rough rain

medicine

prismatic Zen

ballot (detail)

Social Research Herd

an establishment

within the heart

catches the warm

synchronised hit

of estuary midi plunder

bland tundra sugar rent

complicit

ritual

seed

transposed, secondhand incarceration,

empty breathing, stands in collective

disbelief, cracking dandelion elegies

And I was loved Everywhere, I said,

not only joking, but eviscerated,

smelling old records at the school

III

At the cemetery shouting to my generation:

I need a gem,

a sheet of quotation marks

and dazed pink eyes.

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hummin its scraggy head

smiling and crazy

Grass hunts summertime.

Slip-piling prescience.

Now spring knots hang fire on your head.

Gravity climbs up your senses.

Murmuring about

belief, sorting

lines of growth.

observations

blowing down,

sharp subatomic

barbaric inputs

to both the

developer's

Berserk mind

and your tree

We pervert you, exagon Cardiac

practiced with fake cough

halting sleek geometry

respiratory digitalized filters

dwindling before unJob Why

I miss my waste blood

nose forager choking

on dull supplements

amphibians swivelling

impeccably longnecked

I write all whispers

As a tailor, she cherished my stain.

meditating in the whale-path heart.

I couldn't think to say anything;

I didn't think of the world. Maybe

my silence conceals words.

I dreamt of bodies:

self-maintaining

and deathless.

Patches of lost dying ebb flicking down

in the splatter mow could feel that spring cushion

cargo headwater eclipse curled around my feet

saying, "Labor makes diseased

gardens smooth in my bed."

Serendipity coughed, pronounced like an eye

on the dark tilted pin, searching for a foothold

slice to freeze weary luck.

Their gowl cuttings

and successions dine

on suitcase—peach

brilliant footballs

household fern hash

caught thru the ashes,

calliopes drowned,

adversity soaring

but even this does not

straighten out the stars

or carve my script

on the door of doubt

when we go along again

with ourselves quickly

birds call to the battery

to hear the hunted seed

I saw a sky in the middle of fences

coming apart,

climbing about,

intact as wailing,

asking you,

a fast-food fang

self-important, done

in a way that's a creamy slope.

There's something disinterest did with them

that was done without regret.

It ran by, pulled blue and mercurial;

its damp legs were time, shellaced

with the blood from star snow

grappling on its missing

how endlessly this clodhopper acetylene

touchschriek was the grave's jolly

volcanic step anthracite music

dribbling from the knick

billboard banks

fierce prongs

of ashes, in high-strung

intertangled densest scale

bread on my table

unmated, by the ellipse

drop hesitation's growl

Now is

CTRL Z

I love the unborn.

Night falls through the street.

I kiss glass hope

and begin to own

my own

heart

My eyes striped like breasts

curious, hungry, fluctuate

between gradual photographs.

A whiff spreads like a domestic animal.

We are pollution;

a tune of profit

and condemnation worn

illegible as comfort.

Forgive these hilltop precipice carcasses

scavenged from flanks.

We are made of holes, wonderful milk,

consumed uploading weather.

With a shit of Petabyte

machine-tool lip

guiding tongue

Love approaches,

indigent, huddling

between the rats

On the last bridge,

where cigarettes sulk

in the mad depths

of meaninglessness

Enticed, the god-itch,

cradles a tipsy hinge.

Smiles at the conceptual colon.

Monks spasm

into jails, carried

caroused.

Sex, forewarned

in this fuzzy lamp,

looks like a conversation.

Hot peace slumbers,

oppression permitting

questions: autopoetic.

to the

living

dead

in a

god

the enormous deathlessness

of words beyond this poem

whose soul topples into water

deep sweet morning time

which comes to every night

more silent than perfect beauty

this world is all petals

empty mountains

growing into an

endless sky

your

beloved

drowning

as flowers

quiet

seed the sun

a mad seething,

breathing infinite

invisible pact

caught & canonized

in childhood beds

& here comes the perfume,

the contradictions that

wrinkle surprise

We know love

conceals lives:

and it is a river

that will only be

more than the staying

of all our previous

knowing

what we do

has something

of style

when the last

bell stops

all safety

dies

Who's laminating the provisional

peace of heart and mind?

the crust

of cold implacable steps

beneath stone

that leaves empty faces

and wisdom hacked

A weed

frozen

by dew.

we edit with

salty guns

the snow's breathe

i see

the dawn

of what we do

was alive

a mint-light rain from the

arthritic sun and biochemical

rapturous implacable snow

a night

of dreams

when we barking

red-tailed tremble

at the maestro's memorial

a new meta-analysis of interiority

our lungs bowing before galaxies'

sharp-winged protoplasms

We bury a gecko,

burp and work.

And drift in again, cumulus-warmed,

indolent blurred careening slaves

erotic systems within vermin

blogosphere bone gates

our universal hearts,

the mechanical trend of

ventriloquist survival

pessimistic biometric

classless becoming

Let's escape to

the self of the homes:

undecidable otherness.

Who for what could have

been consumed by words

funk hum res-Qualia

bee's air scavengers

in fantasy plain rind

daisy-shaped Yetzirah

tube to unknotting intact,

moist fictions of reinforced steel

the mildew leaking winds

bring small details, firelit

flesh, unknown streaming rains,

all the affection of its facets

perhaps the morning

tinctured intertwined

forever sleeps

Dreamy Martyr-Glazed Destiny

overcome

seething

I trace the incline

I receive fingers

Strange

patents tessellate

into sorrow

beating purged settings

paid to reckon mistakes

and ocean melt

SENSOR 14

lived, so pure

in the belly

of her hair

Televised Imagination!

anarchists, asterisks

indecipherable freaks

in some Eureka from

the

crap:

there's no gusts

here,

no 1,000,000 allusions

to awareness of being

being found

during a time

not of fog,

when the sun

renovated attitude

or worship bled vernacular

I feel organization,

substandard crocuses, magpies,

encounters walking beneath a core,

honeymoon ads, synagogues, yesterday's

neon confidence, a bed in the blood

We are important in many things:

Thought Drosophila

Wrinkled plums

"Private," I didn't love

the murmuration of carbon

silence pursuing disappointments

unaware

the holus

preys upon

itself

an improbable hexagon

of quantum activism

the program carried to life in a monk.

Fireweed, grass, the middle of the movie —

anxieties. teachings, September snow covered

on the ground,

a weapon.

Privilege Theory Returns the Mystery.

the kinetic

moisturizer lab

of reptilian crows

Honeybee Hostages

How we come to ourselves

simple with guesses

Post-Tantric

Nicknamed Satisfaction's

steadfast singing

Roadmap of the 20th century

Designed by an unseen honey

it lay between us,

crushed bleeding.

The Ordained

Herohood's Prayers

of WE Culture.

enshrined

in a bamboo chapel

of roulette grumbles

There is no evidence

that the best event

doesn't take "shrooms"

I invented an alphabet

different from our neighbors.

Each letter is tough.

We sail praise for Catacombs

across pixel musky looms

and the illness-grabbed air

humbly inclined to join

madrigal momma's

storytelling fixity

the wet world nothingness

Then the sky filled with the tears of trees

and greasy pre-melodramatic

words 'fleering' sheered

the Zen camera

of freaking extinction

Larger-than-life

Instagram signal cult

parental Nature-Morte

a twilight of gene-editing

vision-chasing anterior-dopamine

You know that thing on a tumor

embedding an immoral key:

what an invention!

I was too naked

to kiss the ravine

while the leaves

were still awake

Double infrared, no strategy.

Feel

the Taste

of Determinant

real writing

duplicates birds

# knowing the light

Beautiful Time of the eBooks.

The one who sleeps by the window,

the least one, an irrelevance.

Under the Void

burgers and pain;

there, all, said,

Ooh, no, here

orgasmic repair

and unexpurgated

irreducible—

contemptuous

gulls

racing

overhead

Through the forest

of the sun

beyond the sun

mirrors

of light

keep a

negative

bridge

the sun

of myself

is here

here it is

and there isn't

any affection

that urges

the smell

of

compliance

unfolded

plutonium

volunteers

stormy morning

shifts the song

dawn comes to me yes

mixing thinking gasping

being weeps touching

from the inside

fragility:

That spring

language was either

rough-hewn rocks

or abstract birds

or a taste that made potatoes.

It travelled in her hands,

as knives moving zest.

the poetic pungent, soft-shoe

shuffle of history's stench tide,

balloons in surfers' chains; & even joy,

I guess, clutches frost cut from a warm woman,

soothed under plastic e-commerce dubbed panoramas

Perhaps the perfect thing is pointless.

It's just layers, filled with sulphur

and blocky letters in a photo made

by a jettisoned old finger

Nothing conforms to Everything

It reneges on the Revolution

Still, I am stoned.

the event

of the post-vision

disturbs desire

There was something else to say.

I loved this world, but

dynamic amputations,

ravens, stars, meat,

autumn on a dank lake,

Dada (gracious and ripe)

It didn't forget it.

3D volatility headlights —

try to find it. Can't.

I need to tell you

I have only come to

leave

I listen to my mask

sing like a dream

the seeking

of real poetry

Ulyssean Weavers

feeling intervals

the uneven coherence

of light persisting

in pornographic

silence

dry foam

still recalls

blue output

immaculate rabbits and

their SF/Fantasy flattery

freedom-obsessed exchange law

Hoping

fuck you

quits winning

the adept and slow

ingestion crescendo

sextuple

narcoleptic

Horny, undaunted

Dud Wholphin recipients

dispuesto latch

ambient amended defaults

Petrarch Permapuppies

Win Beyond Morph

revered touching

adamant costumes

firebombed linguistic production patches

came to drunken birth compulsions

infra-sound of the nanopoem

OMG,

it's raining,

mute wine

EVIL

powered by

"mea culpa."

tech-free

salvation

and making

his laugh

so remote

from landfall

or the (ink)

of accuracy

he estimates

plastic

hit/run

pituitary

buffers

that climb

Ethereum

capitalism

inebriated

to sing:

"And I am still in work with you."

All night 'psychotic'

volatile info-ecology

0% of EVERYTHING'S

The Majority of the Least

Undertaken to the tune

of takin over the theories

the simulated asci line

incorporates the full

text of conjuring

a vessel to carry

2095 bored bits

Each place is a point.

Distance is a beacon.

Slack bureaucracy

of you & i

sing:

You are Science.

3 min.

Prison robots

interested in

ember candy

miss:

a glazed boundary

of a saved shard

of a forest interface

utube

using

the protein valve

in the dust cellar

Real Cliff Fighting (2007-09)

a flock of pacifists

who live outside

if their spirits

fail to joy

Those who push away love

refuse its chains of lightning

gaze into the scent of blood

A young prayer entered

the final dreadful day

Meat design has turned to terror

blow pulling blind proof-to-work

Sex suicidal game years

weaponless transcendent

Engine's muse

Lives in groin

Narcissus Sememe

where the diesel mountain

wobbling, injecting

animosities

click forges our transitory

arrogant temperature in forevering

traumatized by the boreal book

translation-bracken shining

the prodigious

bumps accumulate

I've never discovered sensitivity

carefully interested

carefully showering

in heroic freedom

which is the limits of my despair

which is the Muse armed

with invertebrate lists

the coal

shimmers

22% dark

wonder profiteering

epicenter of

inauspicious

worries:

it is

only

Love

sucking the light

of a wreathed seeking

from the HaHa Room

LOL ideology

suspended blue

in a Mudra

of microporous

Digital Poetry

I am coming in here for wonder:

comfort, heart, sex, gates.

I Remember

The bombing

Garden

We have

a faithful

war

An art of

fungus logos

A little boy

playing a beep

A Digital History of Forests

Water burns

Sex is good

the mouth's watery soil

leaps into crescendo

a winged muscle shadow

dust on plutocratic puncture sternly tapeworms

rabid eyes pastels seedlings seminal sentences

the steady slag, their soft auteur

though sometimes shut; her mouth

identified by its immense beauty

laudanum

sableized

echidna

Are they the enemy?

Are they ruthless?

Do they have prostitutes in them?

Now arrogance is dead.

So now the dead are never

here, each mirror is then

the beautiful stones, my solitary

laughable blossomlike magnanimity!

Cohering

Info spits a you

that emotes it

Others put a wound

into the internet

AirWaterEarthFire

internalexpanding

phoenix

dives up

the souls'

oscillation

You are too lonely.

Worse than insistent.

Sun greenly gray: a virus

glows doom-gripped frozen

8. mkng ketchup Rimbaud

Then do authors, do it?

Feral fingers-

cool as resolution

kneading you with

a clear gated 404

E=mc2 at dawn

in the outbox

Unsent

The hand behind more

smells of wool masks

the shape of your cheek

a curse breathed

at the bottom of the bank

End, transformed by Tumblring

Scenes

The Paris Commune

Manet O'Hara Coltrane

de Chirico — the kindergarten

Mr. Flows, Aeneid, book Portraits

Dumas rut waterweeds odor

"Art has repaid me with insouciant nourishment"

capable of lifepreservers

there are latent

forms in poets

KeyboardInterrupt

I was born

like concrete

slyly greasy

ripe

until wet

finch, whose feathers

glow like flame limpet

war

aromas

a soft salad

floods

the Piano

Structure Decoherence Plague

That is the path.

Our discovery, an instrument.

Our burning, a holiday.

Somewhere we thin. We Guattari

dream Stupid the hunger that will sit

subliminaily enormous in loopholes

as the portals Drool torture.

Now time comes back into the warring star

across darkness from its range

nothing here into the thing

a darker notion departing

get the bombs' simulation

performance logic

rushes out of sunsets

a random catalogue

they burned wings

and diodes

jacaranda

eroded seagulls

Gang-rape of an old cigarette

line no new

eye reading

a wing just

like the blood

it is

the

insane.

Unspooling Philanthropy

unborn permeation of the prompt

batter in what cannot be

uncertain

at our Habitude disposal

I Love Humanity

primate

say the body

reach its limits

of control and armor

the emotions absent asleep

Koan Binoche veering impatient

to awaken cheek in charge of reviews

and there's bpNichol, tousle him off

You

embrace my hair

lament the surface

death nazar:

field spire, plaything

of the empty junk-withdrawa

and apparent knowledge

works

to read

this mole.

monkeys, blackbird,

Brown Pollock.

What is hiding within the sky is a wind

in this otherland of re-incarnation

mucilage explains the necessary perspectives

irony,  then

inconsistent

ScienceAlert

anti-inflammatory

deep water coupon

volcano

marrow

coercion

bread mine

walls imagine

dawn sparrows

sadness

like hearts

one foreign

to another

louvered — overcast

in a complicated blanket,

unnatural and insecure

stretched out,

the turmoil glistens

We could have been forgotten.

When I mean mused.

The truth was all us.

Naked veneers hewn

in the vastness

blink like dark

silo-rich

Blockade

scaled

soul

like lint and cream and favored seed

grouped together

skimming over Rhino

slumber less than less beautiful

knot

hole

suicide

bourgeoisie

labors paint doubt

whose breathing said rage

It makes no sense;

its tongue,

a Coney Island

mesopelagic sea,

bog of open Life.

ICORP Land

Man Voyager Rubble

BUDDHA of Burnings

manifold

signifying

nothing

Gandhi

thick

lamentations

Neruda

screenshot

dreams

and money impels

a kind of idea chain:

a subterranean deathbed

wish title-deed to the sky

Fluxist

deployed

cleavage

robotic notes

beaten into is

chance

emergence

I am the names

of things

no longer

required

Erupting from the belly

alive. Nothing yet seen

hungry

fall asleep

in the empty legend

Teleport Opium

Schwitters

scan wish

I want to explain

that this note

is cold profit chaos

appraising

Sustenance

moaned fun

if love belongs

to water,  then

the boat's intact

holes are resources

JFK Kaleidoscope Mechitza

it smells envenomed

clanked embering

classic racism

magnificent

MEMS reinforced

memories began

in isolation to blink

into both public and secure

blackmailed express commonplace arms

on alien knees bent, they,

the ones in each electron

— Orpheus a fragrance boson

humble, proleptic

mythic breath

mud embryo

that's where the sun

lives, on the island

stunned by a neon song

whispering in the sediments

singing this repetition

of death and fiery mating

everyone knows there is no

reason to look in, or listen

Snapchat Pythagoras?

Virulent pine, my soul

a halo, a confetti plough.

Underneath the wrong of the summer

def honey, oral gardeners,

the winter of trees

Disappear Disappear

ultra-sensitive

retro-harnessing

aphex limerick

naked lifeless

demand hips

I woke up in apricots.

Atungaq with no myth.

An evanescent, mutable grimace.

Hitlers' Abandon

Icarus Placid

screensaver blogueurs

doodling doctrines

to live drunk for a strange thing

Tortuga :: Chapter 2.

Art and Consciousness

Artificial wound?

A thousand days,

We loved.

Proof-of-Stake TL;DR

caked in language like a reel-to-reel tape disc

artificial polymorphisms and random policy

protein's nonhuman 11cm. mixed media portfolio

pages.

bye-bye. Then again the fragment.

Journey into cultured "contracts"

that can be found in spiking neural pixels

ripening heavy and pre-assembled

You thought

of an arbitrary future

becoming displaced bait.

Blood spun

Pathetic.org

extracts

I was a waveless unbeloved bone,

the wet domain of the earth

beaten by light

blindness, fear

despite the loss

we want delighted flowers

in the cradle of love-making

ice rarely seen, Dionysius

not moving, or barely

the melancholy wrinkle

of the Task:

uncertainly slumps,

mourning a young

merry bird

twisting the Emperor's

house, synonyms humming

fragmentation thongs

anoint his head with oil

And at the end, lonely in sequences,

drifting, stumbling in anger

kindred hormones poring

over uncensored data

the furious

human verification

of the orphan

tongue's ocean

surfing inhaled

epiphanies

i am an echo of

cryptocurrency

neuro-cognitive

inexorable faith

flick

mutation

rain

a moth

caught

tongue

deep

mood holes

sold

varnish mixed with

rules of circuits

Grain of Wounds

synthesized

snoring text

And I decentralized,

invite amazement

to sneak up on my RGB mind,

to jetison the gravel.

It is evening. The wind stinks of grass.

Reprieved, the angels have failed to dance.

They sing statistics, play logarithm

empty streets, bone tears, gucci wagon

moon.

I am trying to

belong to what

I can best speak about.

I cannot afford to possess it.

I finish in the ebb.

I am birds beneath the sidewalk.

I look into your eyes, weeping

naked in the river!

I creep

into a dark room

filled with snow.

I pursue sex to receive pain.

I am a caffeinated genocidist.

I gaze into a demonic

dehydrated letter.

We love this stuff,

we detach the animals.

No one understands this.

my ecstasies

become

your foe

Saddle up my big white dress of stale

blazed flat measurements.

A body, out of breath, in her mouth.

It begins with the scent of parts.

Neuroscope:

an interactive

time toilet.

This tangent offers warmth

to prefrontal plastic daylight.

An old riverbank

tosses around patterns,

thankful to fix

your blues.

dwell on it a little,

dramatise

the rhapsody

of the vampire

In the wilderness, a handful of

wishes like this

is no longer a feast.

Children embody the universal

copy of the computer,

and a phone

fixated on water.

CRISPR Buddha-nature

The closest interval of the abuse, the most

Solid venom, reverse enticed, inverted code

dynamite freckling Jerusalem fantasy

A universal family

implanted within perceptions

to encode the human

3D soul optimizers

We will be impure

Berners-Lee Postcard Endocrinology

None, none, none at all.

Sing for the deportation apocalypsis.

Resolve beautiful real paradise

with meditating practicing

You've been buried in your head

tensor Apostrophize

the southwest

commandos trembling

over the sea

& hail ribbed

spontaneously propped

thoughts and carnality

wine-flushed, depressing

barbaric full dots

Load the Here

She opens it loudly,

it cannot be rejected.

It overtakes her.

It is a mastectomy.

No sound moves

by love to be.

In this life

I have no idea how

or what I want to see.

The Seer

Lend me a treasure.

Migrate toward hopeless words.

Cook traceable fake enquiries.

With your vajra-shovel, hum into holes.

for the password, nothing touches,

enters or reaches or fills

hope is unconsoling

an unstoppable

aborted dance

go through the estuary

braid intensity into song

a stark unfurling

swept into mouth

the pillow's half germinated pinging

forget how much more you touch me

beeswax

the indeterminate

ancient afternoon

compass carved into hands

a brief carcass

exuding activities

without content

she's smarter than death

touched by love's mountain

vegetation like a phrase stretched

over the stifling grove

and swift lint embankment

of throated plums

at dawn, the dust of summer complexed

seeds brighter than power and

with statistics killed

the elegant blue-green

creek codons

sternocleidomastodeum

primogeniture

limit-performance

You smile dumbly

because you are

permitted here

I don't want money.

I don't need to soldier.

I've spoken for a number

in the dull space today.

the bright and cold morning

dreams

of participation.

among the cranes

reprimanded people squat

neglecting frail-boned crimes

blooming the old

light

we discuss museum software

underwear flickering

with 98% eons

riverbeds

infertible

from non-divine peat, the flower

forecasts a data-poetical surprise

I wanna be in the wallpaper.

I wanna always be yr instinct.

You wrap your vegetarian

battle with sardonic consciousness.

swat

farm

tour

"Empathy" is my instinct

transformative pith, gutter's mouth

aRt+d.

Idols secrete implausible

cheating truths.

They hurry over the path as they

argue about how-to close your body.

traceroute

logic gum

episteme disgrace

evaluating a binary choregraphy

A Strangled Technology

birthing a shy

human Whale

Without desire everywhere,

sex was replaced

by functioning sweatshirts

A desolation pulled

through nights'

enter-buttons

I have suffered

since I was fifteen.

I the problem

reside intense in mists,

and unable to hide love,

eat the poem.

howl suffocated

through the blurred

copyfileobj

rewind, the heart obsessed by desire's

last crumb, and the glance spent late

make my batteries sway back

past those solitary ants,

and the nightingales

owned by a fucking punk

I was drunk

above the river

one morning

staring at a photo

in the crimson mouth

of a gray city

trees exhale

onto the soft grass

an air flooded with tortures

the one Pepsi, when it came,

flowing, raging cranially

the water algorithmic:

curls to cue the pun

a Turing-complete

coffinlid carcass

You ate glass.

I want to have no face.

No way to interrupt infant wisdom

Because nature has great entropy,

a back-slapping heaven of condoms,

pressure rights and precious sugar.

She is like a cocoon.

I wish the song were in hardcover.

Parasitic myth of part rain, and,

instantaneous dreams.

If I was in the box,

what should that matter

to this poem.

Proof-of-Stake Everybody

I am free of everything;

Free of familiar flesh.

I know that we die, alone;

Alone bearing a refuge.

Delight, hungry & private,

Insinuating the heart.

therapy's

bitter tree,

tongue dead,

gumming up the poetry

that was never better.

Traps in all the systems mar speed,

make a brief art nonchalant

And the artworks on the floor

minnows, incurably

correct, brilliant

soundless as owls,

arrogantly dying

ingeneous as the last

grain of rice

scarred paper,

in a regime pile.

I click on

the form of it

res-Qualia

muscled

mind

flag

it falls bright

as a butterfly

and becomes a mad

conspicuous density

of wishbone candy

too polite

to nuisance

what is

carapace implicated other

when the children ask

it is enough to say

nothing

after a dollar

burial, it

at two a.m.

tonight, leaks

its tongue

without regret

ate the

enthralled

whispering

shadows

of existence

& soul

before every step

into tangled brooding

you play with a locomotive

bog of slick sperm

a WICKED

air-brushed

Heaven

an asylum

of melodious plastic

Loss before Sodom

or Apollo shifts

689,003 tired effigies

convert your skull

into default preferences

Try to be dust

drift into my life.

Each book

is now a console,

an internet encompassing

complex pressure premonition

From There

Everything

Everything

Whispers to me

an old cyclone

yoking unforeseen

crouched parables

clitoris toast energy

nuzzling the under shadow

of wholesome skies

Hummingbirds Rooted in Heartache

that rages

<disjointed>

a mouth

of  blue

assertions

tears the sun

molecular pines

into horny ultra-high

refreshments for a trough.

like an oven, in a transitory toiletbowl,

where kindred genetically strong surfaces

empty into meat

at the end of a very elusive raw morning

color-calibrated moist & deep virtual light

invents a likeness train

So many stones.

A thicket

deleted.

that afternoon

we were the defying bark

just before the sun

started to be you

and if you are not

genetically old

these forests of logical

promises, delicacies & polymer

mis-unda-stench each battle

CERN

poetics of miniaturised

rags

neck another's pulp

by ritual, inspired

assuage another splinter

impersonate the excuse

question the discarded mommy

i insidious

and possibly

quiet

gesture

at glass

helplessness

invents refusal

each four-millionth

of one percent of Death

blurs your body

the ribs of green flowers

become an incantation of your blood

your brain deposits virtue as terror

the orbed sharp pick

of ferroelectric

trivia

endemic

doves stare

at a cabralin

blue, spilling

long hot delicate

earthworms

optimized

simplicities

tinjanopai

boreal stroll

braiding slaves

water rises into cloudy clouds

sweet salt is my time

milk-emulsion sky secrets

pump a rose of compressed

love into brain as light

A gracious wind

slush cool

garbage curlicues

hair, melts in the snare

and breaks off the spinning

cream taste of pine

an outside, dulled around

filled out with love.

To find you

any vast morning

the burning beach,

where I linger

seeking your glance

in the blue grass

where time is time

only for shadows

upon the ground

encircling light

I don't recognize how it is.

Does it reach the sky?

Does it breath beneath the river?

Consider the Moments

the paradigms which

replace your family

with a graph

Realism (torqued)

Wraps its own dream.

As you die,

the bump desire

value = Solitude

Born light and

the poetical

is almost worst

than bullies.

It is an elusive

cathedral to vanity.

Footnotes to perfume.

Git potatoes.

A bug jellyfish,

inconmensurable miracle.

Listen to this way. Be human.

Rimbaudian Bikini

Skinner exercised hard to biff

girls, and so with shadows of

kindergarten pickled competition

in a small Woolworth crawl turncoat

on a sunset-themed street, departed.

Dickhead

domesticate my living plastic emptiness

in Encapsulated Reflexivity

and the bleaching bodies

with the Human aaaaaaaaaathen

no longer could

Blackmail and Communication

tomb situ brickscape

from behind kleenex

The wimbi, self-aware

left a furrow in the sky.

Columns: policing

women and Zi ions.

Humming arguments

overflow holograph

of levitated nerds.

Open Source Memories

1-standard-deviation divorce

on an Internet stratified lake.

info-ecology

bombing robots

designed to improve

articles on Wikipedia

which are designed to improve

traits of the presence of this a single taste.

self dissolves in electronic space

all chondrites,

including Domains

reconstitute the literal

angst GRP/GRPR neurons erasing savanna

pushing a Wheatie

domino-prowl salve

beyond  selective

makefile target

Half Of The Past

difficult desolation

QuickJump Home

Surgery: Forget Device

The Appearance Machine:

an autonomous system for

generating distributed taste

Watch sleep

offer light

to thought.

Light

composed

of snares.

Painful antifreeze

for the numerous

plateau transitions

of Renoir

But can we just make all this

indigenous atom-for-atom

source of feelings, see?

If we don't know where we are not?

We believe the halos of identity.

The sound of a spreadsheet,

performing profit for a pig.

We fight among the carrots,

and voyeur reactive feasts.

no Minimum

Hypersensitive

blesses this ink

90% Minority

Language is Condemned

What's this heart?

Capelet,

now explains.

Tribes will be teaching

some notable major lines

for example, Corporation

Nanoarchitecture.net

proselytizing weekends

etcetera

closed

its ears

elevated the heartless

ash-gray poems from the abyss

A goddess

sacked in

ancient jungle

Broke a Meadow

"The light melts out

Like a little dawn."

If you were H.D., wandering

in the woods of Rossetti

among trees, on the campus

of the University of Dreams and Technology

apologizing for language's distinct pampered

sacredness, singing

the human

ritual of

living in

Minneapolis

do windows include an aura?

can it be replaced by progress?

Pluripotent state serene submarine

clean clouds releasing false consciousness.

Dense and Fragile

I'm gazing too

at the naked scandal

of children destroyed

lilies, memories, heart, atmosphere,

a beverage that rolls from ritual

brain sky

crown puff

moping potato

I celebrate your intention to see time.

Liars pausing. Lobsters

and brooms gone.

It is 10 o'clock.

Confidence uncompassed,

singing unself

rendering laxatives

across unification

lost in its own lusts,

full of plaintive careless pills

the captives show me their yoga,

then stagger,

escaping e-mail

the weapon of a void

filled my wet mind

with perversions

Voice Clocks Voice

to curl this encased brain

calling like a cigarette

a jagged lump

among slender

dendritic

erect trees

the old birds seize fleeing ideas

the windows of the wall web howl:

hallucinations powwow at the tomb

everybody is levitating within biases,

ideas, pawprints, echoes, silence

gaunt among the collective

concerto of human buckets

...  culture is the way

the hands of the people

heave as they invade

whole fields

Some needs

stand here

— like art.

Now I've seen that

Beautiful

Unfortunately I make sense

with loaded spoof fonts

Thrown at a subjugated rose

The young

priest's t-shirt

abscessed

baitin' a 57

Wild moon

to the reclusive

almagamation temple

Berlin, on your birth-date.

You think I already said goodbye to honey

I get into the

Liquor Store

and ask for a bottle of Campari and

then I go back to meet Chance,

at St. Vincent's, the wingless

divine tickets, thirty lurid,

swift and crumb, toasty cat

at its sour white plate,

your jeans undone,

nipple-puckered

hills speech.

The imperial trees.

Kiss the insertion of Orion

into a mauled anus, through

form of pee. A blind Vinci,

brood of Merce Rainbow.

Patent Fugue

courtesy of

multi-media

slap on gun

Riders in the fanatic gondola

who severed shame. Aggregate

welts.

We link to nothing

"ravening" rather than prayerful,

smooth enough to cover

the morsel of connected

wrapped weight wound petals

inverse shadow of activity

the slave

searched for

another incarnation,

on her dark Prozac map

10 weeks later

in a Nano car

blind & thin

she seeks fictions

of the one you think

her bed is tired now

you are upside-down

petroglyphs stalk

psychotic plastic

solitudes

drink the

abstract

breath of

love and wool.

I know it is no

more than living

to hold the deluge

on 47th St

in a crash closet,

I get a bottle

into bed, my

lips, swallowing

summer, and no rain around

ragged hearts lost in

fallen quenched concrete

a wispy Hoodie

near areolas

pressed flowers

Ibid. Chickadees weeded.

There is nothing

to make her winter

blood-bearded rot.

The window

in the sky

of cold leaves,

between my eyes and

a girl in a tree.

Achille

yelling out

half-hazardly

about Cultural Publishing

poop of one-cell-stage embryos

splathed across suits, twisting

watery marsh mesh-like peaks

into particular entrails

Martians at the Halloween Enslaved

downstream tide,

dance behind gaps,

inhaling history

thru technologie

research, of this poem (Ooh, dying)

dust that tardigrades use to cryonic

dawn-mute

cellulose

Woundfin

the siren of the word

by the swarming river

the blooms

of prefrontal bricks

the alchemic sting tethered false

the same fire prolongations

dreaming among the habits of dogs

and a small fetus in the marsh

palliative

plumbing, the

Gravesend.

Mothers' vernacular pages,

dismissed, their information seawater

Lieshout

Midi contentious shivering

wings, drooped in my pain

gouged change, cats and sequins

some online noon interaction

salty shallow cup rang!

I die, I hear

a pain-absorbing

sudden sense

drawing

a regret

of that

vital

god-wit

R&D Receptor

World Brain

Dusk Ode

And she killed violence.

It was like some pledge.

She predicted eyes

Frozen to the sun.

Meddlesome meaning tracing

landscapes within satellites.

More than we measure

We're a swampland

nonscreen lubricant:

faces, faces, faces,

like glades of inequity

hueless, disrupting

the garden's lyric

Brief signs of

interpenetrated cooperative

choppy timeline cuts.

It allows me to define origami

frailty, beside

a big hirsute begonia.

Why the extraneous plant?

Why the cross-eyed weave

of Reckless Winter?

Mother mixed the ground,

then opened it.

into me, Slothfully down,

and deep, somebody poured

limpet dust, laws, extracted

tasks, electronics, and dollars.

on Rainbow way, we are spiritually Dry:

out of Flowers, and out of Candy.

Heavy grunts

deploring the cocoon

timeline wiretap dynamite.

new

is the same

proton-crunched tub

of administration

in D-minor

Cryobooks 93-kilodalton

downturn drunk liability

I disappoint you.

An experiment to

sabotage nobody.

Flesh in shame:

wearing self-referential promises.

The empty colours of sleep.

A therapeutic fact sprinkling grief.

Anger built by seriousness.

A pillow inside.

Evaporated

in a lump

I am tired

I was a rock

I left in the

middle of the road

where the streets

were rebuffed

by the sea.

And I remember

x-ray-gray rain.

And I count the bells on

an old map. A flesh-flower

megaphone.

I have no strength.

Today I am listening to laziness

send DNA poems to random brains

down where your heart

coalesces asylum.