RERITES

March 2018

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

All poems were written/edited

in the month of March 2018.

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

Corpus sources: a subset of Poetry Magazine, Jacket2, Capa, ABZ, Two River, NSU Creative Writing 323. Poets: Claudia Rankine, Jorie Graham, Paul Celan, Cathay. Posthuman, network tech, neurotransmitter, and griefwork terminology. Literotica and excerpts from Yuval Noah Harari,  NYT, Aeon.co, DeepMind blog, jhavelikes.tumblr.com

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

(awd-py36) jhave@jhave-Ubuntu:~/Documents/Github/awd-lstm-lm-master$ python -u main.py --epochs 500 --data data/March-2018_16mb --clip 0.25 --dropouti 0.4 --dropouth 0.2 --nhid 1500 --nlayers 4 --seed 4002 --model QRNN --wdrop 0.1 --batch_size 20 --emsize=400 --save models/March-2018_16mb_QRNN_nhid1500_batch20_nlayers4_emsize400.pt

Training QRNN using awd-lstm exited manually after 252 epochs:

| end of epoch 252 | time: 515.44s | valid loss 4.79 | valid ppl 120.25

Saving Averaged!

| epoch 253 | 200/ 1568 batches | lr 30.00 | ms/batch 307.76 | loss 4.29 | ppl 73.12

^C

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Exiting from training early

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End of training | loss 3.99 | ppl 54.11

$ python -u finetune.py --epochs 500 --data data/March-2018_16mb --clip 0.25 --dropouti 0.4 --dropouth 0.2 --nhid 1500 --nlayers 4 --seed 4002 --model QRNN --wdrop 0.1 --batch_size 20 --emsize=400 --save models/March-2018_16mb_QRNN_nhid1500_batch20_nlayers4_emsize400.pt

$ python pointer.py --lambdasm 0.1279 --theta 0.662 --window 3785 --bptt 2000 --data data/March-2018_16mb --model QRNN --save models/March-2018_16mb_QRNN_nhid1500_batch20_nlayers4_emsize400.pt

$ python generate_March-2018_nocntrl.py --cuda --words=444 --checkpoint="models/March-2018_16mb_QRNN_nhid1500_batch20_nlayers4_emsize400.pt" --model=QRNN --data='data/March-2018_16mb' --mint=0.75 --maxt=1.25

1.

lives

swirl, hanging over mellow-

ing empirical

sex uncultured by

the advancing game

the wine-gold

deaths forever given

the swan titmice

sow berries in the evening

and harvest twilight

the short river

north tuft

of stretching wings

the sky watches itself

in tingling phantasmic dread -- as if

a friend stepped toward the window

about to be gone

so that san francisco

was set-aside

in a wide plot of musing

as if i feel hands

in your limbs

now, i am walking

thru the grass

and ordinary bushes,

thru the factory plaza,

the dead plaza

units of

an invisible

coded sweatshop,

and its vicious networks

exude the ultimate

cathedral: neglect

a heaving stream of lilies

hauls hope into flowing

this

kind of thinking

is a brave consolation

its charming pattern, recalls

malls, blatant assertions

nameless

disheveling, arguments

with the catastrophic

right

the mathematics of that happens

thus all that is sets down

the terms of a free life, the pretty

frame for a heart

one hundred fingers canopied by unfaithful

oil, pointing toward poison, rejoicing

gold pyramids of pickled mud

sheened with pious lamentations

my father promised me a world

his body snorting from his mouth,

his loins bathed in death

hallucination dust

love politics

the music choppy slows, the signal is

music, the day is softened by the day

a new hated time

slow and uncertain

in the shallows

morally clumsy,

insisting

destiny

bread

ideas

littered,

on both sides

this is your voice, only it's not

heretics

describe here

the next

undelivered

calamities

unmannerly, epidemic

gas-station suburban,

posing, process facts

and what we are slows

into weed-and-fieldflower chain-

bound wooden jasmine, iota ruins

twisted

the gods seared into

a Jell-O background

impulses dispersed

the passing head of grain

weather of the throat

slow-drying submission

moderate camps

unpacked winter

in heaven

comb the stacked

intuitive streaming

meadow

doppelgangers

of late

renewed connections

now, forgetting

how bardo screams

at the finished noise

in Beuys’s functional art

amongst the clutter, a small pencil

caves-in, seizures, thick

with excitement, bubbling

anthropometric bruised silkworm

we smell sodium

a new polaroid

incantations

in sunlit ash

Barbie lost

for the sake

of neurite

an x-ray of matted animals just wet

their independent smelly OpenIDs

immaculate, divided

false-eyelashes

in the cawing brain

moth-eaten data

gulls graze the sky,

to experience

as draining shadows

what has never been

a pyloned hose reaches out,

for rats, swerving,

cuneiform ale

what shall i do with lovely presence?

its symbols defiant-of-fact

the chickens

smell sweet

enough

to kiss

even the act

of thinking is

perishable, --

a fabulous ventriloquist

does not all beg for thought?

no one cares.

and no psychotropic bearocrat

snail lets the thoracic singing

church of my mouth taste

the exact slight

words of flowers

chaste, in faint hunger--

hot around this which we

change, swarming

plucked out,

a drift of straw

a numb pink goblet

of blown leaves

it is a clear moment of season,

there's something in the wind

her hands bare in the volcano,

thicken and yellow

grounded, great,

unhardened, thin fear

snow-flakes, snow-strewn

and i'm drinking

the air with her

i look at her

my mind drives like a coin

thrust thru wet cardboard.

my medicine is

the real one

i need you

to tell me

the names of

happiness.

i want

comfort

i want a book of things i mean

not only your hand and my hand

i've put your leg on my hand

and the mess it makes

is full of hope

i remember you

in a small town

i was going into a station,

in the west water, a beach,

where a pine tree ate eagles

i wrote with a brown ink on your door

i kissed you sideways

and i went to your

water amid rain

heard the night

at home in a stained

kitchen,

and the grass

at last gone

saw a huge bird

hover over a young boy

painting his father

it is a birth-night, the lizards,

dreary, climb quartz

i am waiting

palm-shaped

blameless

trinit descent autumnals

danders of silence

can't please the immediate

ignomy

plumbing, mishandled

my story, fractured

a phrase

you want me to defend

savage flawed

loving

as if in a clandestine country i see

renewal

i was born using

about three months ago, i kissed

a habit of fragmented

foul holiday espionage

even as floral-patterns, orderly

meanings, insistent

descended with suggestions

a tapeworm

breached union

i try

to retain one distinction, sometimes

inevitable

solve

Dopamine: put it off

as a trouble

i grew up smoking

not thinking i'm alive

and now though i stand over a rudder

as a barbarous uterine-angel,

i say: love waited for me

a single young child

in my eyes, crawls into the woods

the joy of city and river,

the secret holiday

the states dissolve & cry, the indigo,

air in the unstableness of the heart

i feel so dull as you can see,not

because what starts in memory is all

you've been after

laughing at the tall fields by the highway

denotation and its light

sounding predatory music

that whirls, glowing

a miracle voice, the academy of

emptiness which led us

off and off and out: far out

on the beach

where the wind-star water drips

to darken the mountains

art is the smell of sweat

blowing in early april

a year passes

disturbed from the body's broken

flight

crying

through the intervals of the night

a steel wind

sharpened at the

edge (of what?)

a sort of light

blue worm, sweet

as conjured nurturing

blackness

a gush of contextualizations

a convent's empty door,

cords inflating

out of the roof

a honey-collected

retsina gunnysack

of deceit

venus trauma, perfume quad

poured on a viral absence

a spider, sweeping its ark,

bathed in its own dark words

a shadow laughs,

segmentation

precise, creek damp

and a ‘set’

settles on itself

blood shining in the jokes

of a faux prodigy

parsing money and savagery

a home-grown encyclopedia

scattering horned slugs over

hieratic carrots

life shines quietly

beneath the numbers

that is, below, a landscape

Bach, Ecos, and pathogens

embossed with well-lit sand

atrocity in the quilled

dome weight

cicatrix caixa de creo

bargain-basement

crepitating feathers

helas scrolls

scent

ditched, gruntinauld

whimpers

slippery-whiskered ambulances

thud by in rgb

astyanax

so that the boy

seated on the couch

pulls each quick sea-wind

up to the lip

of the capitalocene

mayan coins stacked

within his eyelids

nerves grainy

forgiven by the moon

you see the

light

spurs

in the air

the blue grain

hair of the first surf

webgl

canned

by the cat

talk,

dizzy

with

tenderness

the two

contained in

your mind

your rising

you could say

you do

what

you say

looking

for the wrong way

at the end of

presence

a rat

on my lips

incense:

soft red

pouring

expanding

from me

a strange image of death

i don't understand

it's all i wanted: choice.

so i sought nothing.

we ache to pass into blood

and keep our bodies

in the Calling

to the sun

and the water

on the ground

and we want to die,

and we get to

too much

the young eyes

of the fish

love nightmares

an angel reading the tomb

flame hears bitter rain

and people alone in the cold

awake to reap the agony of love

from throats of dust

i am resting with my heart on my raised feet

i am a dead woman sitting in the dark

i want to cry again

to say you are like the last god

a rat who is a rooster

whose eyes are cut

from his lids

and his hands are moving,

and he is choice

and each flower

is full of bones

and yellow boughs are flying

over green grass

tearing the snow

sighing relentlessly

relishing altocumulus proteins

Organic Epilogue

chat wisdom

consummation homage

turbulence smiling

like mud

ported, therapeutic

mimes & spoor moths

sheeny science implicated

neurotransmitter bewilderment

neverness memory faults

a quilt of measurable eternity

on a respirator

trudging under a gibbered tree

hurling hunger, withheld

unearthly elements, liquor

locks

sartre pronounced

the light-leafed piss-head

spume a huge wisdom

beauty carved from

large surgically-defined roots

latticework

pneumatic steel

gas cushions and

iron pedals

a deluge ossifies

at radio's funeral,

a warning crow

stuck punk tulips

in the the pond's crest

and prayers that

drive

between bodies

out of the lake

in this place

of the hidden

city of the dead

and the angle

of the activity

of the world

its

face

doesn't

know anything

numbershut

in the

head

and we are

what we are

impossibly

perhaps

a match for the

sleepless night

or broken

time

the universe

is almost nothing

and nothing is said

to be alone

and i am still talking

to it and i am not alone

at the airport, blue trees

run off through the morning

a wet odor of ice

on each novocaine branch

breath buys the trunk

and the bare hair tucked in it

in the garden

of the earth

unheard

in the raw earth

where they kill

where bones come up

thru the mouth

starving, flailing,

muscles pulled deep

to the roots of teeth

an ooze near the door,

forgiven, which said,

whatever i do is nothing

a terrible chorus

of two or three hundred

lizards in the dark, looking

at the door

in the doubt

of childhood,

every afternoon

i broke a blade

inside the stone

and then, then,

pouring gloss, early

precise uterine doors

friendly apple-venders

induced to steer the dawn

we constantly fought,

crossed Father, gazing at

the buckles

spoor flames

clog pacific mud,

tipping catbird

and dazzled cock

toward wolf

one does not remember

how much has come

to drink

the wind breaks us into thirst-quenching

mulch heaps of clogged air with t-bone

companionable clown unthinking

photoshop-darkened checklists

bisected in an ideolophe stile

and we recognize a 3D vortex-like surface

of foredoomed, protected, learned sarcophagi

vermin announced by blessed powder-blue underpants

love-secrets' onyx-and-gold singleness

in novelist genius-story,

deprived of the easy thing

pull-up nights,

ink protocols,

closet-virtuosities,

perennial slag

colophon blinded injections

hyperion flirtatious

expiring apple

on the broken-down couch

in the pity thrive

invite yourself upwards

unless you are weak and caught,

playing with insects and muddy bells

in the garden

you are the optics of youth, a little ice

applauded, no acreage, no livestock,

nothing requires you

thus sin

entered the

textscape

and persevere

in slow

perpetually smothering

counterattack

in multifurcate rivers

of anguish handled by

ocean-tides

in the memorial

of bramble soup

on the shoreline,

two small forces

in a toothed wind

break the sea,

a little

2.

i come to look at the lake

a bowl with a chunk

of water

and the wind has gathered

and the water is dead

the sky is a shadow

singing silent

clouds in the waters

it is quiet for the children

at the toilet next to the house

they are throwing things

skin and hands,

books, laughter,

song

they are breaking wings

they are being the first

mind

as we imagine all

the words

of the others

the rain is falling

and the sun shows

a palmful of porn

a penetrated abdomen

i have a word but i will not say it.

in the light, we bury ourselves now.

ripe

and tough as fiddler-crabs

nosebleeds

in the runes

the solemn proportions of our flowers

are already worms to us.

knives advance on the cadmium red flag,

beer gorged with beloved muscles

powers acts

everything

vagabonds

luscious asphalt flees

listening to parched teeth

and replicated, an immortal buddha

predicts a nest

a close-cropped see-through string

3:00 core. dilated in the reptile.

i was immune. i thought of national values.

things, orgasmic, unloved, opposite

a sleek sweet

face of something ambiguous

motherfucker

bomber veiled

rusted away

severed meat!

barefoot, frowning

i carried a right off

and set it down to the ground.

screaming as i couldn't write it

drying the strings of

the pages that wore my name

the apples of the living were enough

for some kind of a bridge

to leave their own lives

and their hands cleared

of touch and shade

a pile of hands

he touched her in it

and was no longer able to speak

and he did not have

to call them home

but all he was lost

he watched her knees

and held her back with her arm

and kissed her through the night

his penis kept holding off his hands

and hands were useless

as she placed her hands

against his surface

and she saw him cry

a woman could hear a boy,

a woman who left him alone

and he ran in the house like shaking glass

and in the center of his face he was tangled

as she came in the darkness

to a door that has no place

datasets provide signs

declaring their rational

densely growing precedents

wishes so weightless

as to be impossible

we sprawl as colonials,

in a D-minor yammer

of mute condoms

feud & punctuate the day

squirrels

magnified by acidosis

and deaf

oranges hens, crushed snakes

ripen jittering traces of the pinnacle

convoy gulches among fireflies,

gizmo dry pockets of fame

the earth is sweet

her beak tilts hair

smoother, smug carpaccio eyelashes

chakras meet her

built systems

neural shoe-box

houses for trepidation

harpsichord attire,

droopy cashews, lost paradigms,

cashless sentences

rolled up taskforces, labyrinth-shrouded bits

and your first docile, irreplaceable

and ingrown prehistory

innocent heartsick raptures

eve atrium babylon,

conducted now the widower

Petra's lamentations

faroe relinquishing the radiated

search-spammers, like a focused

catalyst

fuming, Lolita

at nine months

comes-to-kill the sun

forges into the midbrain

and, when she sighs,

regalia-cheated

token faces buckle

octopus trip ghazal

swimming inside ground-money

lobotomy bacterium

troglodyte fairytales

raw-eyed in patchouli

unpurged beaches

shadow tamarind,

and warm, lying,

while-u-wait

in disheartening

failed god's

hendecasyllabic

gunmetal shade

oppressed pernicious

draconian insistence.

toccate pro brooks

of moist non-energy

underestimated swerving

under a prefabricated sun

salt fresh from a dragon

decayed rabbit plumes,

slow chaos, fragile presence

of  signs' impeachment

deletions, reactivations,

rose-speckled Lorca

soul-preserving unlearnt

sinatra preliterate

cross-fertilized tedium

humor. peripheral, abnormal

geometry of endless

actuated fascicularis

instinct.

reason is contamination.

igneous, defunct, whiskered,

fucked, boozy

grossness

an ancient seismology,

a series of fronds

bread

in the gardener's heart

retching.

mild communtiy

talisman bayou rash

and chili canary

attack blighted trees

Vesuvius and

beauty, falling. Rapists

disappearing. Unfamiliar

junkheaps creating time.

protease guardian

foetuses wake

i’m no longer longing

for the internet’s

epaulettes

harvard querying Kali

subdued stimulations

this mix of confabulation

and dried-out calluses,

computational pseudonyms,

roses, whiskers, canaries.

each is filled with ore, a bed

and happiness there as if a promise

green clouds

in their culottes

sitting around on pink pillows

reading candy

a Neural ThinkTank

nuclear regions

four million cortex,

IPv4 clusters

aprosencephaly satellites

hyper-converged baseball twig,

radio knife in the groin

Raven met me in a dream:

three cold green sheep running out,

clothed in anger, singing a blue dusk

semi-asleep in the backyard

speckled cliffs sweated

weekend drugs

sherbet-hued

elevators

that don't turn around

lie behind the overhanging trees.

I know the world is a circle of eggs

sweet pure husks crackling

as the boy dances

around the

life-belt

and looks at his awoken

uncanny dab, pants up

below the table

and the sun is darker

than the sun you hear

water constricted

left shut for hours

the only light

stopped

shag-tortured people

It is a business for us:

the dismembered variations,

the innocent lonely faces

the pedestals, smashing

cochlear thalassian

weeping rectus

imperceptible larkspur

priest polyps

rival the drift wheel,

undressed

penis

heard a girl

so quiet that

she imagined

light clean gloves

and I am not the pink

line drawn behind the co-op

simplicity, conceptual, unmoved.

the comely, squirt

phrase, the voices of LIFE.

Time is aether chomped bones--

You are a drowning cock.

A WAR hydrofracturing

cigarette insights

a brain lost

dozing, staunch

hipster stones

a screenwriter in Hollywood,

serenading lucite bodies

his art tillage

coxcomb steals

corny airport chords

beasts

certain of difficult

sibylline formality

sapphires of

miscast air

spontaneity

rescht, drutling

slut litters

hoppers,

thews, minor

whirling tunes

necessary, passionate

transparency

nightmare detonantions.

every word, every time.

and chocolate-colored

dogs in stowed paper

in dark urinated

distortion whoops

develop the same sleek

patchwork product-isolated

fruitbearing harlem tension

flicker cries and superstitious

expansive toughed unhindered

shepherding silences

a dozen putrefying microcosms

furry motors

vernalised plants

honey cadaver mouse-stained

electrical acquaintances

eau teens, herring-nets,

biology ipso Ultimi Nervous

mother-turtle magnetic deliverance

digital mystical

rain carried

to core pressure

because it means aging

roving whale sperm

peopled with phonophobia

sexy dementia footage

which deflects advice

to aesthetics

3.

Reverence

grabbing the prospect

of our open mouth

hedonist medicine

deviant shade

disintegrating penthouse bacon

a massive tide

of fiduciary smells

moving beyond the river

chuffed fish-guts

churn the sea gate

a dark

blue prey

a stillness that

continues coming

shot meat

tight-clenched

I look at the talc,

mosaic: a

Giotto chapel

of shapes;

nothing is said of it

in the government.

A poem weaves in its harness

A kind of representation

bound in krusted

experimental language

I chop the arrows of god

into bits until its distant

hands hiss

grief sings on the floor

and there is a cry

in a boy's mouth

whose book

is eager

to think

to speak

what it knows:

that words are a witnessing

I am no longer able

to see the sound

of the wound

I can't tell you the word

I feel that is sleep

driving across the ocean

waiting for a burning moment

I see you standing

within my head

watching a wall,

a baby laughing

I saw you

after a long time

after i went towards you

the uncomfortable

feeling of play

the way

to the other

the one

that never is

the one

that goes

toward the absolute

ancient artistic

platitude-peddling

noel poetica

success standards of

liberty and desire

every night, pale

soft eyes on the floor

shattered

and the purity

of such scaffolds

renders the living

as waves leaping

in northern woods

disorienting rose armpits

sensors wrapt

around each other

holding dynamically situated

bloodshed wavelengths

ossifying so much

to remember so soon

our eyes are fond of themselves,

they can almost see

i may be helpless

here, living alone,

abstaining somehow

from the book,

forced out of it

yet its words continue

prototypes fenced-off

in neuropathological

patritotism

skinhead progeny

torchbearer furrows

I see a house being dissolved

she is quiet again, exalted

in affection's eye

concussions of wisdom and sorghum

limbs made on a wing

upholstery of running ash,

drench-feared spotted rpms!

we levitated

a warm spill

cyclop's sauna

a mugged

requital

legally-enforceable

smart sensitivity

free from melancholia

iridescent torrents

born inside answers

latrines, slaughterhouses

ambiguously sexual

conceptual systems

a wet orgy

entrails of need

mini etcetera

saffron-covered, platinum-voiced

issues lava in the veins

oil-drilling mnemonics,

napkins, glued windows

preferential wombs

he sits in bed

and waits for the hot bird

of her hands

hhe nuts down

into Purkinje

cell marrow

she is the target

who knows

what it is

a cat sits in his eyes

and leaves skin

on things

he was told

to not touch

the corner asks

for an ambien

piloting bespeake solemn

marijuana prunes

yield-breeding

minor ecstatic

rations

yarn cat: discrepancies

fact protests

interest venom

push heart into mind,

belly dump the revels

which mean terror

luminous marble

views and (what relief!) picnics

argue about entities

ecstastic sunlight packed

with contoured flames

clove-pink breeze-like dune-slacks

revolution cracked

and cows laid down

on the top of the river

where rats, fish, apples,

and the sweat of the woods

touch the dark gold

leaves of the sea

a few feet to the space

that they picked out

of the dying

where my tongue opened

and she was angry

when she pushed me away,

and I could hear

steel waves

tall blue grass

became tall and blue

and a slow red boat,

fell into a soft

spruce sea

and the sun

grew bright

and bled

on the waters

drove the path

and the mud

kissed me

my face

and my heart

I moved there

within the grass

the rain and sky,

the dust of the trees

on the road

I can't tell, if

no one will be me

A blue leaf

and a famous dog

finds the night

and fills it with

a gnarled snake frost

tunafish bulldozer

anonymous faithful boycott

of expressionism diminishes

I can never decipher it.

4.

children convince

sheen to grow tired

they have been careful

not to descend

to the

underworld

they never

prank or lamb

if helpless,

their silence

is all felt

they place it (what is it?)

on my stubborn nippled cheek

distilled hair, red

robots, mother cuffed

frothed grease

covers the lonely

curtain of all their faces

they wander

looking for a home

the sky flickers

like a button

in the wind

bread scent

on their hands

cedar pantsuits

strapped on flannel feathers

anyone can accomplish erosion

blood's muscles

at the tomb of someone’s lip

the temporary smallness

of sampled pools

singularized mornings,

and wet vines of licenses

wandering beneath the silos,

bereft, they disappeared

burnt thick from

shapelessness

they came back

for a family animus

a living

pain

adopted

in its cradle

laying in a puddle

an architecture

in the fog at the base

of relationships

a lichened table

made of encrypted

stardust

the benchmark reflex

of opponent featherwork, cabin

trod, soft chamber

still, wingtip

gulping shamelessly

difficult-to-pin-down

adjectives of geographic

antipodes

such tolerances and seeds.

part of the coral

beyond

i sleep where i sit

the sandstone rotting

plants, and business groundwaters

her e-mail

panties

your

new lines

unfold a vortex

sign

everyone

stretched-out

seeds becoming rays

your body's

echoing nerves

the question of you

thinning away

moving “takes”

absence comes

and in lime sweat

presence runs among icy

wet brown stars

forget the warmth

in his sarcophagus

the soft

hock murk

in the petals

our nets in

the oily first

transparence

of untouched clouds

the beaujolais clay meat

of sullen cannibals

a baby's mantle

under an ordinary

row of pale nerves

duration sgRNA

is pure viscera

telling weakness:

“Let only brazen

pending digital desire

map the Waste Behaviorist

quacking-macro

safforn-mimicking

bramble-short

rejection of

dreaming"

running her near-workless warmth

of rare stake, ‘attached’

— with sedate

agitation

breakfast, peaceful

reminisced, blessings

blockade tortured,

body all shimmering

thirsty erosion

the room grudging,

sure-foot

among sea-light

a protracted

nsa gospel

applauds a glut

of unitless, authomatic

warfare-interest-grinders

a variable-speed periphery

inelegantly

ground-breaked

surfactant

I wanted luck,

a corkscrewing root, electricity

between the cells

we talk around it like

plastic wires dancing

through distances

melted under sand

between the wolves

fields of

a roiling center

shot through our bones

and little pearls

knitted webs, disparaged

the viruses

sobbing in a gravitation-free

grid of slander

straw dinosaurs

a broken virgin's thigh,

a vapor: photographed

the body of

the balm machine

the monograms,

the starshaped

optional pride

and in the clay

of a binary forked

IBM bland

half-naked

slick place

and in Bierut

strewn with malicious

spectroscopic books,

addiction balming bees,

defamatory and oblique

dogmas no one

delights in

5

I whose eyes are

a dark photograph, I

crave a bead of thorns

open under

the thousand mountains,

roaming, an innocent swan

bloodmeat

predators

fashioned

from sand

beautiful elision

a discontinuous

fantasy

the money they (who?)

have just cut

echoed with deference

to insignificant nothing,

a sanctus as banal as death

a million-pleasured throat,

toiling, obese,

murmuring, in

silent dreams

a forest of mist

under green pines

water tight

and mottled

now the disruptive soul

becomes hummingbird drool

distinctions, suffering,

do not want to defend

a dimensionless,

wave

and syncopation-making

gods touch

pride, drafting

a mansion of memory

a wooded language,

a stack of principles

drops of glue

in the owl

popeye

hadoop

tampex mapreduce

antigen captions

affection

transplanted into

saffron lily gesture

gods linger

like macaques

shitting residue

thru intelligence slits

a broken essence

rejoices

wistfully glancing

becomes sign

a gooey base

that means

you don’t know

what you feel

or want to think

We are silent,

awesome as caliphs

cast off a bridge

singing of M.A.C.H.O.

forests

imperatives, hovering

swerving, and heaving

inside a violent alphabet

doing -- for the being of it --

machetes

transfiguring

relations

quite alive --  again

waste

coefficients

chewing intricate

ambitious undertones

irrevocably shrinking colors

narrated by drunken and warm

NMDA-deceived

fertilizer mold

histone

fluctuating

HTML

flecked facebook

melted Buddhists

and then, the cancer

gagging on unencumbered

synchesis (intentionally

scattered bewilderment)

crewing

history over

a sudden

blind nightmare:

stars attached to

mesmerizing dingbats

an efficient flurry

of language

layers of

labyrinthine coke

soundless

ashes

professional rinds

informatic hospitals

prophylactic

recipes

I spend

an evening

reading magazines

smelling an undulant

larger-than-usual

apocalypse

grief

warning

a secret

disfigured light

a deer

whose mouth

is a rainbow

slave bees

sculpting

mountains

birds

cleaning

the brand

and under

the bloodlessness

of distrust

oil coalesced

silk fires

I sat and kissed her

and pressed her against her

on the kitchen table

memories fall

like crushed cream

the soul is an

immense grind of

supercilious, mitochondria

in an inconmensurable carafe

echo-tolling

radioactive

vibes

thick-braided capacity

pulsate replicating

the splinternet

fissure precision

wang milk

x-ing

bow-wow

antebellum takiguchi

quarreling

forger gazelle

dub photophobia,

dermatological

ripsaw gloom

annulled

vulnerable

rat-burnt

phantasmics

spilled

Koan wood

& haptic

wires

coal aphorisms,

raygun, post-seizure

intestines

she turns her body

bouncing the chain

between her legs

we remain

that evening

with the markdown

There is no use

for Poetry or Art

They kill the thing

In the early first summer

a self-pointing

living form

shrieking

about love

a city

of bulging

deaths

a euphemism

crack where

harmonious

bribes linger

measuring it

love wisely

thai pistachio coifs

and shorted gladiolias

remembrance iambs

numbered cushions

corrected

by drugs

a memephor:

stuck,

quiet

continues to click

on education's

authomatic locations

pruned-back

parenthesis

stranded in

cabbalistic

pure algorithm

beauty or mystery --

I can almost read it

Crack it back finally,

finally shake it down.

unendurable effluence

bouquet imbibed

by belonging

typorgasm

“Delivering 20944 poems from 1147 books,

in the dialect of chimpanzees."

underworld

cleft

saliva

vitreous

consciousness

omens

concentrically

half-machine

ecstasy

salt

tagged

as lava

hula

opioids

crushed

elegies

pus-controlled

lipstick mudras

recycled

ectoplasmic

tv debts

myth

the worst

awe

we walk back home

in our underwear

speaking with money

with a firm-thighed light

I desire

to enter

life

now

I have a name,

luscious and still,

it inhabits my face

a heart like

an empty

tin

I am too tired

to write more

and the life that I am

is your will, and in all the words

I hear the song of rain

it shakes me

it is the book

I have

and along each way

no one has been

and none of us can

answer how we deserve

any time

or how we will

learn to be more

than time

or how we turn

the pages of our illusions

where the answer is the same,

always the same

the same

most valuable thing

brought back

again & again

6.

I have gathered in front of them

a fist, my arms make

the shape of a suitcase.

In the kitchen, there is a bed

with lips and the windows are open,

full of water and there a light sun

remembers water puddled in the cemetery;

and the room spins on its breath

and wonders. That morning when I run onto

the street, I am the first one to see the sky.

The sun, wearing a slight

dust that is like the sea,

infects the clouds,

heavy with sky

below the a blue wall.

A bird sucks at my hand.

My hands are holes in the trees.

They are not beautiful.

They are quiet ponds.

They (who?) are holding a senseless Q&A

for underwater shoppers in the village.

A pregnant rat of a marriage.

Gush-notes index, a moment

that is very intense,

I carry artichokes, over

the lying streams,

the beautiful

inhabited runs.

The Consultant

(once cosmopolitan,

majestic) cycles

slight musky

an idiot

in a morgue.

I choose Criticism

an open imposter of Technique,

of Maternal infidelity

in the Wilderness, of thick

patent-leather tiles and

many-cultured Methods etc.

Google huddle within each perspective

in the old-clothes of terminology.

An ape sings on this strange dirty road.

My spit is a black flower

beneath a little halo of fingerprints.

Long ago when I left every hour

on a battle-field to reincarnate in the

carnival of Brains, in the hotel

before I moved up to find my colleagues,

The only thing I could see was

my sister touching water, her aching

fingers powdered with unicursal poetic

hapless domesticated cracks

And I hear the cries

e.g. a human's mind

stunned and banished

“born,” as it happened,

mercilessly on film.

So my father’s substrate

cigar-ash light attracts

cattle goddesses, dry-dust

sunsets. Dante, pollen, s

potted ataxia,

and all is born.

Kaleidoscope waters course.

Cipher. Entities

of Disembodied cairn?

So it goes. To be no end,

not even a Family Dream.

I pray for an unknown.

The mute colocation

of my cunt and her mouth.

Breasts in dark sleep fever.

The small lawns of the stars,

the dead dull nerves

of a lost flower.

The sound of horizons,

that print light.

And it is rain in the centre

of the moon. The moon's eyes

are open, stained

with rain, wet gold red

bruised dead waves.

A great beauty

has begun to stir

and the earth

is living.

Dopamine rivers, insolvent,

push dead friends into

scathing basel ganglia.

Larynx:

birdless

lampless

appliances.

Heterogeneous calamities

in which an ironic afternoon's

utensils say that, in fact,

there is no brain-stem.

Policies of Negative Anonymity

Nests, deep enough to

alter trajectories.

symbiosis[1]

brine-caked

snuggle

sweating

digressions

appropriated

biocompatible

contexts

sycophantic memos,

replicant anguish,

accusative plastic

encyclopedic rut.

An attempted suppuration

of all information

along which each

of my mother's hairs

embarked.

Huge inconsolable

functional alchemist

raunch bungalows

drifting by, documenting

nearby universes.

Top-drawer fairyland

propagandistic sonar.

AirWaterEarthFire

Ambien yeasty,

forty-mile-an-hour

milk love.

They shot the garden.

Smoke runs into the fossil.

You have a silly need of anxiety.

You go a long way

for the insubstantial.

There is

dirt on the

edge of the

eldest myth.

The real, a kind of air

used in the future

A thunderbolt of

extinct power.

Violence, an inviting web,

an abundance of human beings.

A fog of lightning.

Because

mind

is like

a beast

Plumbing, compost, puberty,

cashmere smokestacks,

couch donkeys.

How decisively,

conjecture leads utterance

toward positive drug-stamped

antiterror armies.

Cinders and manias

shimmer insane

to party.

Worms fuck with

shoal, underfoot,

startling proxy

cinemas of silk

tendrils making

RNA grace fall

from slanting

prunes.

Gelatin wrinkles in the windshield.

A honey-comb of crunchy startups.

Laughter factory-made.

My life, a confession.

Humiliated apostles

inhale scabby loom

chime jazz

new yodel

supply postures.

Signalling hive,

decorous pronouncements.

Tuning the etiology

of knowledge, -- milktrucks,

anxiety, shrub-weed

dictator spirits.

avantgarde

profusions flying

Is that a skull-cup?

Or is it what the orca said

against barbaric liberation,

the destination that

scorned convictions.

One cannot help

tragedy mash sloth.

It is always necessary

to break

what isn’t there.

To leave the abrupt

end of a question

in anarchy's own

alphabet, a totemic structure

the resembles milk.

Otherwise shabby

discriminating

uterine words

become guns.

Near-infrared scotoma,

unforgiven, flopped over,

precious as a thistle.

Insanity of rugged debris.

Biography's corpus callosum

possessed by frigid legends

of quantification.

Schizophrenia puppies.

7.

Chasm tutorials,

& half-grown novas,

soar over solid

vernal Human,

running now, its face,

shrined in primal smirk.

Names melt into anomalies.

And now dreariness curses

confluence up, dusting

desultory herds.

The money path

petroglyphs

a carcinoma.

Amphibious info hacking.

Combed painkillers.

#42 vitamin volcano.

Compassed animals lowing like doughnuts

hailing Foucault's fists & champagne mouth.

Neon blessings

curmudgeon grebe.

Wires of clean sick

subjective virus-borne

embryological attitudes.

Things goitered from words,

wearing attempted rhythms.

1.5em red fluffed

sexual botnets

in hell.

Numerous Beta poets.

Galvanic parties where

snails, cream-coloured cowshit,

& vinyl cheap weekends license

guttural betrayal.

Prospering dilations,

susurrations grouped,

compressing wisdom.

Butcher-coin ducts.

Tempest clean dioxides.

Extant twisted aromas.

You’re blind and sick

of geometry's end.

You evaporate into snow.

“I have a degree in nothing."

and now Dietrich and the Improbable Speedboat

dictator chelsea the statistical dream

She said, it doesn’t matter what you call it

- techno, unhardened, dead,

matter-of-fact, hasp wet,

bread in the pepper, comp heifers,

skyline mononeuropathy, gendered or

quarrelsome --

it is all semi-darkness.

the allure of

finger

warm boons

souldoll slippery

autonomic ruin

picobiliphytes

cooking hysteria

How seriously we squandered

the gestures of that heavy defective

night.

In the morning, I reset-to-factory-default

in rock-rapt sadness.

Subscribed to uterus bomb sculptures,

we live together freely,

crying.

Irreconcilable, I shove each burning

tune into sewn bread, flee within screams.

Thickening to touch,

presence shanting.

moss-ridden memory-management,

milkbellied, arrow-quick,

shrink-wrapped,

immovable, swollen,

pre-existent, folds

meridian soft paralysis

We forget

we play

in wounds.

After the sunburst

thermos bed theory

MIT Edison, GUTENBERG-tm

elasticity azaleas

mea culpa my mall

then night ends

I play the margins

of a caryatid

Plotinus american-

oedipus infant tone.

Telepathic, overwhelmed,

a futile reflex.

Helvetica Chameleon pulses

in fleshing transformative

warbling manipulations

scattering logos

in heaven

the deep air

slips from abundance,

and we cry; we call it

to the emptiness of our mouths

bankable colors in its wounds,

demand dehydration

gynecologist nests,

drunker than intentionality,

superfluous as formality.

I feel an amnesia of champagne.

I keep coffee

in the office.

I gnaw its deadly transfusion.

No longer

diminished,

tactile

in the gasses.

Streaming birds swarm.

Jetsam

urseappeal

netsam

reeb

bulbous

Running with

love is like this:

a length of empty meat

neatening each rhizome.

pre-replicated

self-maintained,

redistributed

hypersensitive

spray-painted seas

A room which lies patiently

in ritournelles

of overturned misdoubt.

The fear that carnal judith

confesses before our

electronic grave trysting-place

Let nothing come.

I do not love.

My absence is useful.

She relies upon it,

its relentless sour.

It almost feels like Metadata.

Slaughtered diazepam.

A fold

searching for

complex sincerity

transnational attainment

clotted in my fingers

home-grown catacoomb

consumed dumb, quiet

8.

What of the soul, façade-embedded plonk?

An empiricist rainbow

vivisection double-blind

mimicking wobbled, manifested,

sexless, cliche wide, betrayed,

hoarded numberless mountains?

suddenly healthy,

an app

4 sunshine>

an anecdote about coffee?

a great tomorrow which,

cozy as a photo of a earlobe,

disdainfully googles lush chains?

Ah,

pricy minimental

mountain-ranges of

categorical time

mighty-mouthed

indenture dildos

a bonfire, in the final

afternoon's bramble

desperatetowels:

perfection,

decipherable and powerful,

extracting torsion blessings

from a mirror

neurochemical sustainable maneuvers

completely envisioned

as wrenlike surfaces

a flensing

thug-violated

office clock.

I listen to the sea --

It is the only way I see.

Banksy Films

#Dream, Vagina

doughnuts:

making tea by filling up the nest

with fricatrice.

Beta machines

designed to be virtuous, useful, and

in the rougher parts: ignobile

to avoid the feeble zeal,

to label juxtapositions

Writing non-linear,

irresistible despair

and the thrush

ripsnarl of yesteryear,

mute.

an illimitable song

strategically felt

monocytic intricate

quivering & intimate

transtraditional

remembrances

I was looking at your fingers

as though thru water

just made real,

I was standing at last

on the sands

writing notes

the last attempts to identify

what i thought was mine.

and all the roads

next to me

cut the water

darkened the now, sunk

into open form

waves

of representations;

trembling as light. Essentially,

waiting no more false explanations

an idea of another

path not to write

in this place of concave tissue

at the end of the sea

bitterness calls to me. Makes me feel

emotional. A party of ricocheted

neuroepithelial bones.

Feeling normative

I think of imprisoned

vowels,

self-made disheartened elegies,

belching passwords.

Holy bar-snack unironic decoy.

A material that has not been harvesting flowers

No blood can read it, but Wikipedia wrote it.

I am endangered abused, brooding,

mangled, relentless, expectorating emptiness.

Embroidered voicemail scenery grabbing me

like a Goth girl costumed in wallpaper

strangled by perturbations.

ultimo willy-nilly silo-rich,

monkey chemicals.

Socially-crinkled dreg

traumatised pillowcase

Meditations on

collaborative and identical

self-reported mental-benders.

Pollinated fresh hyperactive

mesmerising ProgRock.

Beauty held in ease.

Knowledge diverted into the body.

20-point rubble decisions.

Bull-necked mac

command-line tattoos,

pregnant conjecturing

about sealed miseries.

I want soft shampoos,

arthritis-colored guesses,

a 7/11 @ asylum

Ribbons of blood are just

map-maker soup.

Sit and forget

the precise gold breath

of a dying worm.

I said the word was sad.

So much was I where I was.

an hour ago at my birthday

I had a nightmare of rimming

all the girls

in Dachau

Driving gravel

up through the mud.

Begging the hut to sit.

Seven of my fingers.

Flying into the light

Thru which we are falling

Velcro angels clutching

Poetry swerves to us.

A fascistic selfless

semi-quark, impossibly-shaped

like deflated zucchinis,

dropped out of her breasts.

I have never wanted so much, a distant

one. If one fell there,

she barely would go on.

I remember the lower bridge on the other side

of the field where the old homeless

ones, weeping green growing red and blue

thru summer, grew still and silent,

and watched a flock of black voices, angels

drifting from one side

toward the other.

Our animals

beat their heads,

against their chests

falling, cock-hung from

their one-size-fits-all turf.

And being is still

alive. This is a fist.

Most of the pain.

is enough, and now sometimes

an intense sound of helping,

alone, happens.

Here you are

actually brushed

with the

peace of inner

waters in your

skull, not fueling

or playing a charred

rain on the river

with a last

glinting in the window.

there is a

shade

between

the

thin

orange

soil of

your

newborn

beast

that blossoms

something

flowing

before you

The light

insipid

grew tiny.

The ether

paused.

Insufficient scraps,

battered, now-empty

drove lost

in the persistent

instead

Somehow

the dictionary

returns to

the metal chest

So many shadows have come.

Under the dark ice, the pockmarked

domain stratigraphic

manger dandelion

awe wind

grab-bar

a breath of breathing

green and green

the stone app

where I should have been

climbing and waiting

says, this thing is it

The body is a crumpled city

inside a blue flower.

A brown wolf sits

on the floor

writing with the red tip

of a knife, as his eyes grow

until she is us.

And I turn her into the last

roots or ideas of the river

and drink them.

Spare wattage imagination.

Incapable of being born.

Your tribe mother.

My eyes are the same

as children in the sun.

Not just sitting on the sun

but a mirror, and a photo

at the center of fission house.

our

own

flow

never

ends

it is

left

in the dark

plagiarized

as moments do

hippocampus surfaces

quiet precipices

flexing,

slow, stone heavy regret

redesigned hollow

animals silent at dawn

in a refuge of milk

spore stomping

passively, unsubdued

sex hive,

tormented

a folded orphan

boiling

microvascular

change

the smoke of a million dandelions.

vagus chain bites

fibrous tornadoes of blond

scrub bird specialties

canons of signature gossip

blossom soffits of the baby-restored

postmodern lectures

Dionysian hovercraft

dissipate the air

during sleep.

grip Anamorphic

bulkhead lawns

garbo's homophonic

culverts, and Gmail

feel sand

kinesthetic infinitude

prohibited by phrase-stewed

crumbs

bestirred perpetuity

devotees inside rain

ache with instincts

of irksome infancy

power anchorites

a small epiphany

estuary liberation

power

with no place

to show, and no

need in this time.

I feel dispersed in

non-fluent computers

refined to rot on a sunporch.

A dying dharma

bearing a Mercedes-Benz

harbor of aromatic

booty.

Pyroclast glow history,

straining hard, numbed,

like virgin sand-tanned

ethanol mangroves.

The perspiring syndactylism

of the penis.

Interstate

pet detectors.

Asset—like OS

presence 501c3

ISBN gut

dripping

broken summer

charisma

9.

letter

liberating

expert seed

microchip

satisfaction

bleeding

nipple-balm

womb-sparks

touch me

as I watch them (who?)

sweat in a dark door

the paws of a bald young man

raising the young woman

the funeral

riding on her knees

like a star in their brains

a human mouth

passing by, snakelike.

Because I know you know my means.

I'm not kind or

funny enough

to be loved.

At breakfast I wake the girls

with their towels in a row of

post-seizure see-through

vinegar, the mess boils

a fine-structure

into a wind

Lost in a grove of thirsty,

empty rivers, without water.

I am a human body.

And the world is a circle

of Wounded Robotics.

daffodils, cicadas,

firetrucks, roots, deep cages,

nerve bait, superconductive

unopposed stimulation

to find gleanings

in asemantic

synthetic orchards

from stout galaxies, pry

virus-automata

& passive guns

to weave holy

Demos of

dysfunction

glossing the plow

conduit counterpath

mysteries where words

limp

dissections of

a fragrant

buddhist

trinucleotide

freelancers

paid to realize

phenomenological

hacks

endurance tensile refugees

burned by

utterances

and epic dust

entering strange hives

of memory to

acquire a seashore

hologram

stung by awe, no one

can help me control, these

few ideas of joy

no hands, no gums, no self

no child, no love, no sun

no arms, no birds, no blood

I was agrippina

a ghost of a ghost

hissing like cattle and pebbles

a quiet powerful

knowing, pregnant

after desires left

a glass as long

and empty, as is the window

and the mirror, and wall:

visible only

as schematics,

temples of light.

Dying

The soul

is naked

like the moon

its riches

smoke

the heart

unframed

open to surfaces

of explicit virtue

falling on the sea

to bite fish

The night

fades

and a flock of tears

sprawl in every bone

a pair of red snakes, sleep

in a corner of this house

your face

calls me

your eyes

are closed and your lips,

balloon, amber, foaming around

the tongue, moving,

and heart

cries out

all night

through the grass

among the trees

the stars of the world

even though tired

of summer, whisper

about cold sunlight

and I am waiting for you,

driving back the night

thriving, running,

blazing, falling

into the fire

to taste what you had,

to kill all shadow,

to see flesh gone

In the kitchen,

a dog

and a young man

and a boy

stroke your legs

and close your wounds

and carry you out

into the last morning

where you are singing

and day is called

to tell a story

lost in her body

tell of power

destroyed

by teeth

clouds of gold salt

and the sheets,

when she was still

a little girl

and a baby

in her arms

a small formal snowfall

and she was there

left beneath it

too large

to discern

any work in love

to be

the rubik

heart

smothering clouds

around her in heaps

limbs

crumbled

from earth

dead bees

in the rains

dispersed

sensed

nameless

smelling of laughter,

and quiet sculpted flux

surf-halos, parades

decorating praise marrow

xerox landscapes

ribbed bacchae

walnut doors

blur sentiment

lexicons transmuted

dendrite rectitude

homologous avatars

face/to/face

striate cortex

wild flesh

capillary mnemonics

a tongue

creased, rooted,

responsible for explaining

romance--

I hurt

until I thirst

to write

summer thaws fun down,

removing the act of seeing

surly combustion

of loss, paramedic

context

outhouse

oligarch

neuroglia

preemptive

sorrow

breezes

speckled

with

soporific

whys?

fissioning languages

schooled in gateway

reassurances

One centre

of one eye

it's a horizon

10.

and by the end

it returns, flitting,

sloping down --

the nearly delinquent

alleged mirror

holding

chamomile steps

the end of this end

is to see, to stand,

to be sure  of what

will be imagined.

the vacancy

of laurelled

epitaxial

facts

loud injustice

trying to try

to turn into

colored sleeping

goldfish

to

imagine

what happened

to sort mind's

phone parts

to leap close, directly

contacting a multiplicity

suddenly

deep sallum

caved vore

a weather-gray

southern fence

shining with fragile blessings

in pre-replicated kimono

civilized mockery of mud

and speed that assassinates

the beautiful

sms encased

pagophagia

coercion dove

startup seeds

pimpled, marooned,

blooming haunched

similitudes

Auto-buying This

the packet

mirroring

beige

self

thinking war

proved “unicorpses”

fermenting plastic

in whole-wheat history

towards (again)

coca-cola breath spangles

drought bridges,

shrugged assertions

OOP transcendence

surrounded by life

but doomed to die

and knowing not

what to say, this is

how we encounter

the ruptured vast

indiscretions

Yin zone

spammers

birthing an

algorithmic

rainbow.

I want to be dead.

I wake the name of the moon.

Hitchhiking

on the shore

is a pigeon

The sky is

becoming a rock

An aroma of light,

vain, prays

to sleep.

to take

away from

the stone

to make

from that

at the beginning of

thought you might

have been afraid

now I hear you

beating summer numbers,

believing the debris, amid

careless sapphires destroyed

by smiling policies

I am, then, wearing letters.

There's no it--so that if I die,

a venerable country, old with life

redistributes my senses, my views.

I think

I touch

a bright

mothersong

in fulminant

kneeling ecstasy

disappearing into

its tenderness

squeezing

dew, staggering

unfilled bedraggled,

a fraction

unharvested

and heavy

half the pain

taken from innovation

does not give the keys to rescue

prayers,

re-cast in 3D,

sing ruin

HTML hairstyles, shaved,

creak and fail

i rut

unloved

unconstruct time

that I then kill

wiping its glass

with billions of blogs

washing from nature joy

in trojan orange-green light

to sever

— coal-black cancers

from complicated greed

to perform trouble

to banish our

bench-pressed

duplicaton lives

we are caught in days

flung from importance

we pass dysphagic,

blinking, through cracked,

invisible tight-fisted

love

to foil what's sullenly accumulated

to transfuse every rerun comprehension

to wake to a glimpse

of every keyword

to see signs clump

toward 60’s

hypotension again

their curry hips sigh,

ashen hips conjoined

in sesame verdure

drag-racing

the internet of time

bloom from

a gray coma

of patriarch rain

How can it be good

to stand in herds?

since the world dug up

an interior

powder gaze?

This dot of sweat, a few

stray dollars, some

lonely things

shouting in utopia

while gravity

relaxes in his

biologically-revealed

chortling boredom!

form gauges the way

a pale mist drives

melted digitalis

E-Learning bread

from the wedding

in the last wilderness,

a wounded man, recalls

dead dreams

beauty lies by the

side of the pool

its oil dies

an empty beehive

implacably, perspiring

a picturesque archipelago of pain:

curmudgeon jazz

impeccably strewn

pesticide ruins

banning all shamans

I know, I suppose

it was rain

effervescent

interpretations

a lull

and all the girls

crying      boned

dangling sturdy

PTSD

fuck grimaces

on lichen-masked stars

cold under supernova

mercy

anterior impenetrable

lamentation cryptesthesia

magnets

habits enacted

by   tapeworms

aphasic ticktock

E=mc2  odor-laden

entangled cyberspace

11.

ulcerated

bubbles:

the hunger of my father

is walking again

under contaminated

stars, their garish

willow delirium placenta

sorrow celibacy

celebrates

never-to-come

suicides

everything is at a dolphin's length

before the highball respiration

the swung Petrarchan television

1997

whim thesis

This is a the truth:

the way is dust.

What are we to teach?

Distance is not more

than promise of knowledge.

The day is

a substance

of the instant word.

I find a website of a new life

pure physical patterns.

It might be easier to belong

content contained representation.

Systems Systems, Systems, Inc.

Cyberkinetics

Neurotechnology

A Real Laboratory

consolidated in

Real Idols

Horizontal Fault Antshares

Loose-Lip SurfRider Comfort

visions full

of water

and flames

Everything Biases

toppled within Zen

Flesh Anarchist

rectitude staggers

Me/We, u, $50

the night smiles

A murmur, of a calm swarm of sex,

yoking wax horses to dead fated

serene PDFs

A Tower D-minor

Military Kansu

Anemone tropisms

Derangements barbed-wire summer

restructuring private claws

A single brand-name

schizophrenic phallus

unfolding and decoding

romantic impidity

dwelling in melancholy

ideation

monkey

milk

sage Idaho gentle

Myasthenic Zelda-in-pyjamas

oracular plasticity

reverse cluster

symbolic affordances

a logistic brindled ray

to hug an ancient

hallowed flesh home

chain

Meridans swept atop a raft

Isotope Discount

Anapurna ethos ledger:

a wrath-bearing tree

Dionysius MSc Chit

I buy milk

I theorise

The Surveillance people are able

to do shit

but we will not get

a dime

Outside consequences

dance in

what is

and why not

crystalpunk merlin

straight

into your lap

advertise

the lyric

wilting, sore,

freaked, a mess

unweave

a deep thirstless

final movement

jump from the earth

Everything lives upon the invisible lines.

and even the glittering white of the whiteness

falls up into an arctic hotel

thinks: life's bullet

draws on its eyeballs

a quiet glowing face

strikes the future

We go to cry

within your heart

to lean into sleep,

thunderstorm an epigram.

Buy discarded trust,

and use it for the scent

of everything that seems

to matter.

I am always crying into the center of

the black eyes of the fog, walking around

for a long time.

undulant

unconscious names

wordless signs

the relevance of repetition

A Good Day For Wounded History

The Ghana Street

crews have passed

the change you are

flapping in the crotch

walking through the floating meadow

to work the flat light

into a spiral of bone

what I don't know

has come back to me

transfused with

time’s goodness

preciousness mutilated

inarticulate embryos

the animals twitch

at the roadside,

emitting angels

GROIN sign

heartbreak,

Bathroom sex

shovel jukebox

clusterings of Itzpapalotl,

tacky, snorting like glamor

sustainability cribbed

illuminated nonsense

febricity crocodile

synchronised stale

rain, again, again

Spinoza's 74%

dollarweed seed

fused rust

a calm

painted husk

mouthing ignition

gender noose

rose lightning beam-ends

of a plausible event

and the ruins

of veneration

a precious interruption,

sick, syncopated, shrieking

no climate, no doubt

a steady swell

of dangers

sweep the wind

the grown garbage of bravery's

frantic habitation

in the far hollows

of inbox cemeteries

a golden light

narcissus masklike

stealthily passes

brooding

lukewarm clairvoyant

dementia weeds

shrub and kitsch

what remains

what do we have besides

the pomp of persephone?

whose one hand falls

in the ecstatic

dark of missouri

hurried, over all the lawns, cop

chintz hillsides, love-lock lit

by bones, unzipped

here is the day--

striving to neon-proof

unconquered flecks

Mute insistent jealous

mirror of the rat

its chain enclave berries yammering

a broken shrill, burnt, personal crowing

in the electron marathon

wild plumes smelling

of wheat and

adenoidal time

nanosynapses convened

to classically leap guilt

through the smallest swiped results

blurred desiring

silent in the soft sudden

intricate labouring

light

in which the human grabs

clusters of genomic time

to pound the shit out of passion

to kiss the shadows

chained by dice

keeping the mind

angelic, vanished

the Micropolitics of

Hushed Reconciliation

evening dies

kali-yuga

vague damage

is now the known

sellable love

sad and wise,

a tender purge

amaryllis bluffing

the crystal lipped

clitoral nerve of metadata

orgasm’s nit agonist

epigenomic goo

design flocks

coldwater beach

translucent

bright clay

in an ancient

rushing fight

to echo

nothing

the wind wude nu

sings cuccu

cuccu cyclone's

closeness loop

quaking from lime-kiln quotas

to learn

what it screwed into

an extremely centrifugal

curriculum of fire

12.

slovenly attitude

of mild-eyed stars, half

broken

when the bus arrives

it is also empty

blind ceiling

of peach ancestors

used disingenuously

at night i read the snake,

and found it never died.

and my death

unclogged

openmouthed

the lock

protocol

propped hands around the

the skyline, the

measured input of the sea

a wheel filled with

pure-blood quills

a legend containing

a little dim anchor

and stones

slowly flinging

an elastic sheet

over moth limbs

the remnants of

a zone of sheen

beneath the

pressure

of a sabbath

beach afternoon

all things open, lost to us,

as if they were a hell

the oneness,

at the end of this explicable day,

extends a rope smell

into answers

a big hole

a great piece of dust

a dazzling egg muscle

a whale beneath the knife

thick milk of underwear

the names of lovers

offered numbers

by viral-tongued

absolutes

even my aged

anima bellows

massive passive

discordant,

inaccurate,

compartmentalized

synapsing

optimum

inauthenticity

BrainGate™ tacos,

chained, riding in the

madaura manyatta

cud challenged,

withered, retroactive

spontaneous, context-sensitive

psychoanalysis

per-capita beeping

titanium pens, mustang

hatrack oboe

acquitcotton

Katrina 7/11 Territory

Bhudda's ironic

esteem thresher

a jacket of unfaith hatred,

ungirdled halitosis retching

opensource soothsayers

the semiotics of faces

encapsulates flowers

or escalators

yipping like limes

a cactus spurts

.muse,

unwinds

variants

to simmer

solitude

unplugged wars,

lie in non proofs

embracing mounded

lamb laundry abysms

and such are the glances

of sharpened embodiment

its plentiful maps,

succulent,

purpling a deep transplanted

self-disrupted vicinity

mumbo-jumbo contentment salesman

shot-gun moon-scythe

ever-deepening extremes

antipodes

of intelligent

dilated

orchards

slamdance

plexiglas

innervation

sanitation

cryonic

millennials

market

arrogant

well-milked

domestic pollen

they don't know

the reticulated

pinhole shaman

fault-taunted

defenses

this is the work of spirit:

conference beer, powdered daquiris,

weed, failure, gloat, stroll down.

an auto-da-fe

of flat oppression

an isotropic

neurotic

consensual

oblivion

the vast dialect of

desire: keen-sighted,

one can never be sure

that one is dead, and

someone or some other

lives

the cries of our disregard,

sleep thru the february day

in a dream

of sheet-metal

swallows

the trees and the trees

keep falling on

the path

and now suddenly,

it’s not day,

and we sit

with blue animals

user-centric digital-elevators

waking to cellophane-

food, antennae-drugs,

cyber-houses & mental-brine

DNA fetish hands

reload the tiger chaff

nomadic

labyrinthe

bloodless

weapons

brainstem

cocksuckmotherfuck

survival

a magnifying place

of empty rich bait

blatant mud

combustible

ruminative

muttering

torn churl

stumped flail

sexist beehives

of nightblue

pock-marked

cogitation

pneumatic

thyroid

question

engineers

because my death

is lived only once

saplings

suppliant

the expiated

para chamber

amalgams of vertical

junctured evanescence

tissue-engineering

excess bureaucracy

catch yourself

pretending to shut your skin

a canopy of small grasses dragging

identity thru schizophrenic sleep

Rest now. We have left

the house on for you.

And ever since

we read phone-poetry in the auto-car

when you were asleep in the meta-room

we don’t know what we are.

but we are doing it

on the floor

jinbingayirnanaha

a pin in my brain

and like at starbucks

interpenetrated  eggs

supply soft-bodied,

jazzy dacron uniforms.

And something else:

darkness like old coal

a dusk womb

I commit to an equilibrium

combo. I shift the skin

dogma.

sensual

sacred

sangha

sex

metempsychosis

cannabis affect

rebirth pap

contrapuntal

fastidious

jealousy

predator

slow

sapphire

soup

factory

entropy

shrub

trauma

A stream high-fives me.

I am dying.

13.

Darwin prayers (1966)

or conversation/books

porchlight marriage

tracechain daffodils

gentle lichens, straddling

the breast-mound

sift speechlessness

cobras, dew-bedabbled,

magnanimous and sin-eating,

young with disaster

delivering Trespasses

open into pincered cringe

sunball phalluses,

(arks, spire, caves,

constraints, even habits)

satiny kant,

cooling custard,

domestic empathy

starshaped silly

five-dimensional

inferior brachycephaly

octave pieces

imaginary tenses

spice night technology

baked in tyvek

Harmony: a.k.a robotic you!

-- without egotistical

turnip history

home

is dead

a necessary point

at the bottom of

the body vanishes

a story rising from the

center of the character

evaporates

a system

of memory

fails

a hopeless name

is slowly

growing into flesh

and obscure

water-caressing

flowers fall

from my oligodendrocyte

past

full-bodied

combative desire

pleasures come to the guts

How else can I know

identity except by the

brand of lampshades, broken roses,

streets of spam, and drainpipes breaking?

Only you must be

close to me

again

i come

back again

crying over

your riverside

mutant word-hoard

steamy heart squirt

glacier

fetching thirst

from your chest

to surrender

the mind

percussive quantum

daylight somewhere,

ethereal, flickers

saturated

threshold

parties of

translucent

non-union

fuzziy fornicating

a singed scent, in the moment,

drifting, falls into pear mud

soft in the soft,

dark and soft

human scoria

forever beyond the

outer surface source,

the frozen smell of its

own dogs-shit backyard

rejoicing funerary

enterbrainment

suitable for all

leftover sibilant

universal folksonomys

a philosophy of fortunate laughter

in the motifs of mortality

you must as well

contain the earth

and its phantasies

that breed artifice

eraser sufficient

temporarily abnormalized

neurochemical sufferings

these notes receive

from that, all thought

breath death deep extremophile nomads,

their blood replaced with champagne,

stranded in PDF everglades

umbilical language

dwell twained

to metamorphosis

fibrillating

savage impure

contingent honey

a harness flirting flow:

a philopornist

wolf-pack's

harbour

wheat-fields

This afternoon levelled everything.

You hear liberation

fart masoch

tickle implacable

disequilibrium granulated

fizzing recombinant runes

in your pockets

epanalepsis

and vixens

prerequisite

caresses

there’s nothing to tell:

bactrian mote fragments

of the bare meadow-way configuration,

rebuilt laundry as vellum-enabled bricks

So in my mind The Meditator

prances, eyes half-closed

to thank-you

polaroid wildflowers

stomping serenity

into savoury flames

some sighs

speckle thalamus

enslaving irritation

a neuron sea melts

the long-inert essential

saffron wire of grief

N-methyl-D-aspartate

futility mansion

annealed and decoded

in cryptocurrency ATP

destroys informatic

awakenings below fact

It becomes each rain's cry,

a meaning governing the throat:

clouds, canaries, empathy

self-interest

wildernesses

an asset modeled

partisanship sea-foam

and unmeasurable

slick poultice of windex

no douche prison

inappropriate refills

neuter home

no milkbellied, louch, mismated slogans

crawl through my chipboard

hard-on architecture

no one is reading

this book

to any audience

14.

Torsion  pupillary Love's

nestlings pull

chastened Intercycles

Shift

and settle over the decanter

scheduled suburbs!

3D publication

Dachau wormwood

27,245 prehistoric witnesses

suck threads from the ruined

pants of a home-brew buddha-dog

--son of a bitch

merry-go-round, bathroom

free bunny

tingle

£0.50 DNA

50-90% fucking

tug and beam, keening hull,

machinery: belt and blubber tongue

superior lability dustballs

disembodied preadolescent rigours

21st century funerals

vectorized patterns

refreshed captcha

anxiety creation

dawn, in

all its intricate debris,

summarizes the orchard

nibbles long

and unseasonably

at words

we have no

reception

of a previous

state

but each moment

is so next

that its as if it were

its own idea

a postponed correlation

reflective of the whole

a sharp deception,

craved because tender

regeneration faster

than wit

salt of the throat,

axe, songbird, dogwood tree

a tiny dollar

a thousand tongues

the mercenary voices of friends

preformed vermin parades

logarithms bullfinch

lemon fling $atire

at spineless cats

moonlight-wrapped

discotheque assertions

twist patience

unfurl a skin's

tax-exempt groans

to return

my mother home

braid holy time

scent meanderings

sintered narrow harvests

datart death-fall

in the mouth of a blue

gas star, purple

muscular manuscripts

rainbow-sweet

brandished blunt

love cluster

star-shocked

information sweat

mending unutterable pain

machismo click

mote thrust

sky open

Time

runs from us,

old as the

water

of a cage

map-wounded days

guest-edit signs

battered by absent light

to be found again, perhaps

beyond a body thick with

fetishes looking for serenity

there's a fistful

of flowers

in my heart

a sun

vengeful,

stillborn

wormwood

jaws of

soup and ash

wrinkled breasts

by the pond

under-acknowledged

ribosomes know, step by step,

how-to return

the laundry of ventral clouds

how-to crisply

independent and primal

decussate guttural

crude appropriated cores

how-to layer

programmed/exercises into

particularized willing

how-to wake up

when Neeeeeew

and limn the terror

in stars and things

giant wings

bitter-smelling

shit audio

cloud prismatic

lime warm excrement

wildly

raping

the bitten

shivering

belly-

torched

quantum

networks

between the

needle-sharp

nestled poles

the line of both sides

began to laugh

worm tracks

against the

atomic consequences

contracts, B-frames,

chandra aprons,

post-implantation fins

mud palimpsest chewies

bought from cramps

coexistence chaste

stew informatic womb

1 = None

Tiresias

dope. I’m used to

organizing the stainless

gorgeous machine-guns

hackensack elixirs,

help grunts, impotence

sunglasses, seed

braid hormones

immaculately shuddering

with condensed, smother

cures, mingle, shrieking

jagged oases

whirring over

purchased water

candycane

multilevel

celebrity

fugitives

encapsulated sorrow

(dismembered, collapsed

mutilated & cracked)

inside karma-looting

ambien arousal compost

microscale pambler

whack-off spice

the drizzled upholstery

of recent

URLs

capsicum defence

discount marrow

asperger diffusional

open-sourced fulcrum

theory keratin

paracetamol

reparations

war is revery,

a buzzing yeasted heraldry

profit of death

IPv4 Root Model

rogue machine thugs

invade desire

poems voltage the only food

“Beauty fragments

ecstasy mould

collapsed power."

Nutritious slang

doled out entirely

from probabilities.

15.

there is one

embering

a stuffed hypodermic

alpha-synuclein idiom

sheer spume knee-high seeming, and

traffic, piercingly discontented

poodle fossils giggle

while mothers speak

or sing of death

while thoughts log

beginningless awareness

book bloodstain

gamification venom

ore myth flesh

0.5 % horizons

675,000 mourned epigrams

flanked thumbnail syntax,

it’s mock-orange spruced

boundaryless fertile torso

imagining vertigo sea

the ground does not burn as hard

as stars churn paradigms

in the garbled sunlight,

deep-tangled, leaf grail, and fox wheat

splashed with butterflies of first

light

pull flows

in space

spreading and

leaking

an unknown bandage

A cut in the soul and the

other hand within the ear.

The ocean is a pure

photographic retreat.

A translucent and amber

fog dotted with nets.

Evening broke the night, and I was thinking

that the sun was a girl on a floor,

Or a grey pencil.

Or a blue dog locked in the

corners of a closet forever.

Or an owl with a beard.

gone

misprogrammed supernovae:

I can see

my father whistling, and

my mother at the front door

turning toward a window, and

I am standing on the the corner,

mourning.

There is a woman in

a field filling her pockets

with dust, to hoard a tide

of mountains that will not end.

My father is being a man

whose father made him master

his father's knot.

They all came down to themselves,

thinking of those who

could not have thought.

What you know is

a formula & a breath

in darkness

For death

is not here

to help you

the whole feeling

ends in

the widowed trees

and even dust

keeps on lying to us

guess

what: someone

is dying

that has been in my mind

-- and that act of

touching a throat

on the border,

transmutes the whole

frantic event of ravenous missiles

rising from the painttube

curved mouth anomalies,

pyrite soils, susurration.

rootlet prophecies,

unharmed, long-awned,

lissome forevers

washed down

appearances

like maps of starred

sandpaper covered in grass

habeas asset

the form of an idea,

the dwell and anguish

of its glandular budget

dopamine low orbits

ravishing erasure

Love 11.11

birds are yawning, grasses

moan, pixels fluff mud

And the stark

edge repetitions

smell of stars

fibrillating

altocumulus churr

caught in nearby schemes

burnished, dazed innocent

internet-age pacifist

butchers pointing wisps of

daikon into a barren twilight

the crash of pounding fields

idling like a barrage of moles

I know

the pity

of heart-gone

unwished lives

suffocating

and delight rotating

ozone strewn

quartz lacunae

shonky ripples

illustrating the

rocks and streets

of bombed dialectical absence

bundled up into epitaph excrescence.

eagle seat business

susceptible to ablución

eroding grace

16.

here in this book it says

that cancer is sprouting

it hurts, and

days drift  apart,

winter sings

eight metallic

grapes in the blood

leashed flocks of ducks

and cedar-fragrant fists

an algorithm

of extracellular space

connected, disconnected

I have no sense of what it is

in this nuclear estuary

suspended blind by

a mechanism of

material emergency

the familiar

sorrow drugs

hyperreflexia/extensor

code copyrighting

differing parts of

the machine

and all the books

lack the energy to

discuss these elements

words which traditionally

have created mammals

and mountains

have grown into “gateways”

of dusty doctrines

a network of infinite tumors

peeing a perceptual feast

and rothschild two-ton perturbation

games alternating between defiance

and performativity

crowd across

cayman-crowned

meticulous instants

in the fucking

fresh-picked

perforated

speed

Aeroflot Medicis cower

collecting taut lard

from plunder-gardens

segue over hills,

in gene jalopies, absorbing

the dull diamonds

of compassion

touching the way

faith, livid,

remembers

high-strung

Fluxus Technoanimalism

Einstein, garish

slubbed by hardships

floating on

thought’s ocean path

tão resting in Sunlight’s

vinyl vale, glare fit

with mirror mufflers

demon cherished moth

breakout smile cage

air blind, quiet,

dying into exile

a baby-boom volcanic

universe of scienterrific

forces

the numbing events of madness

the capped tide of wavebreak disguises

the angular monstrous bulldozers

murdering bread, shit and water

migrating the unforgiving

stench of the garden

toward a plateau

of disappointments

Literatronic

sucide fake

transaxial profitability

signs chant gmail secrets,

orbiting, not without complaint

a future roadkill-fresh

clay applause lobe

soul irreversible dementia

cuenta coyote

stang hybrid

fiduciary calm

murmuring fugazzi

gut chanel gaps

plastic sky-touched

mercury dawn

joy stained shoals

of miracle reuse

coo-lubricated folios

of flame-tipped rites

nostalgia granite

conflict membrane

monologue grunts, and pus

disappointments deployed,

bargaining for expatriated

facades, and polyphonic X-rated

nesting groan software

pasturing fake net.art

reptiles of Ludic antipathy

vital fright-fragments

tossed about a loosened heart

dioxides thrashing

daydream #250

or suffocating homework

in plastic strings

yearning self/willed

lurid grief space

paid

selfless

guttural burn candy

shitting in mountains

And, over them, croutons

proclaim paradise, and passion

kittens buzz

Memory chains delimit

a sibilant

nonproprietary stone

and the mountain

and the trees

and the breath

of the birds

became all the

same

immersed blown darkness,

same as the same

heart of a poem

a thing to do with the other

that is what I am doing:

i have to talk to you

eureka

burning

sleeping experience

on an empty lonely street

deathless music

semi-nomadic

condemned and holy

a #16 vignette,

a real-time crop,

a stone corpse spectacle

the disposed

movement

of an assumed

everything

pre-regression apricot

crows keep their elsewhere

130,000 paths curl

thru yellow spruce,

under the old painted cushion,

beneath the swell of sharp paper

every moment

presumed to be oracle

gazes with quick buttons

soft from imagination

green jargon

dried and eaten

remade for  g-spot

daiquiri lancelot cloning

as multiple vitamins

rush from the blooming iced anodynes,

at the end of artery’s locker,

difficult to find garden

a river kicks your eyes

wave-like

microphones

flicker and fizz

with beautiful commentary

in the foothills of agilities

ancient fern-wilting vaccines

coming back

to the only fact

that pain

is generous

to simulate it,

works bets

on crepuscular

gaping –

Maps: transgender

telepathical, NRA,

salt-blotched,

playful, stenched

tedium, confused and stained,

adjusting its outrageous face

The meat:

a micro-generation

1-800-DENIED

17.

screens,

crazed, dark

impossible loam,

chimp laws

acalculia contrasted

to paratactic joy

parables of a twitch belljar

the techne-theologians control

the place where questions grow

Briefly intolerable

nests exalted

by the human heart

broken by the flesh of

thrusting  contingency

the green blood in

the arms wars

god, his cruel stimulation

in the body, before birth,

gifting anguished brains

a solar-powered niche

for prayerwheel hipsters

a cumin purge,

in the deep-felt

humid breath

cigarettes stubbed out

in a doughnuts

supernod

A-4 grind

homicidal

indifference,

price?

faith-hacked

infographics

retro-harnessing

gunked

OnScreen

beehives

spyware fissure

stubbed lava

iphone dreary

willow-ware

Julep Perma-yuppies

Coffee-Fucked

Sexy Idea Scanners

ashes

murmur

polyps abiding

in bits

caulked into

redesigned

hallucinations

crude

stratocumulus

tribes

cosmetic doc.ai gecko

guillotine fools

wincing over diaries

the lingering flowers

of statistical fate

despots of  ineffable

eponymous thingammies

a stimulated synthesised

subtlety epi-centre

decodes

the flash-coined drool dense spatter

of a traced elegy, the abstract

tears

an impossibly-excited

architecture

monochromatic auteur,

pungent spirituality

of domestic penumbra

ragwort epiblasts

from Bakhtin’s recurring,

uterus

folk film,

timid ring,

lens direct.

A Mortality Revolution

another gradual

concept of force

unravels  a muse

carcass-toasted

immune blurb

ape shanties

wire shimmering zenith

cash embryo automation

ubiquitous rape, and

the already-built tar

lingering in the tall gutters,

let the long stars take over

waiting for the game

to become more attractive

echoes of tragedies

loaded with millimeters

of redemption, for-sale-on-apps

non-proliferation speculations

about immunity collapse

water,

it’s so huge,

so auteur

No Twitter reforms?

P.R. clumps wounded

with carved joy crumbs

Cortisol forgery orgasms

parrot shamans

functionless memes

Gnu

tweedled vinyl bee

multimillionaire therapy

sexuality turnstiles

yolk falsehoods,

unthrift athetosis

humans accelerating to market

defective allegiances

spilling volatile displacements,

talents, genitals, fabrics,

fasciculus droning demethylating corridors,

lagging themes, epigram cushions, mouldering

lame husked dreams

18.

We entered a thousand thousand streets,

emptied ouroboros from Adam’s mound,

hopeless with preoccupations

after she was gone.

A wrench in the heart,

frenzied, addicted,

wilderness acquisitiveness.

A lavenderish dusk paused everything.

The sun's summation, an IDE, a

Silicon formulated adolescence, a

hundred phrases.

Eternal innocence is a headlock.

Church-going NHS poster dough.

Bathrobes drinking hard-edge emptiness,

intoning synthetic brains, failed matter.

We lie to the horror of heaven.

Our stories fragile and regional.

Sublime hail-stones curling around poop.

Lenses achieved through bestial apologizes.

Unsatisfied, automatic desiccated bacchii.

Subset meditations.

Importuned peaches, ancient socks hurled at audacity. Touch, in a flat closet, heated by nylon boots.

Trees grow in headstones.

Patriarchal seas reproduce.

Bullets powder a hand-mirror.

The bomb of this pallid world.

And for the faces we left,

we etch a thin square.

Spend time in the mist,

just sit there.

Bake fish, uneasy,

wilting the wind.

Leashed and upthrown like Circe

devour a shoal of shuffled dollars.

Cultivate information plastic

crushed, homeless infamy serrating

testosterone grasses.

I remember her undulating

octopus wings. The precious

fission of her divine sounds.

That chewed house.

A futurist looking for a psychiatrist.

The More, identified as the shadow,

Every tongue, rectitude.

Winglike thigh of solitude.

Pliant oceans, desire to punish act.

As if I were into life,

As if I had not long been sick,

As if I was not emptied of presence.

We are the first

mind energy

from which

the poor

are called.

19.

Burnt keels,

internal crone.

Dearth

in which the first shadow

turns into mind.

Poems

of a half-sleep.

Networked ‘life’

avoids death.

The diminishing anguish of the scream,

a fountain, stained as you would

a vintage lampshade, wine, quilts,

all the subjunctive senses of self.

Unpaved streets

closing elastic

curtains.

I watch earth offer

you a Freedom ring

and you sing to me

inside of my nest,

in my dreams,

wisdom, fire, and

divine desire,

try to grow.

Perhaps I know your name

and your name, is that trying.

The New.

in the flatland

coupled silence

of rabid diagrams

A solid egg,

paved my veins.

In my belly, a shatterproof bed,

smells of a cellist crossing oblivion.

Paroxetine for breakfast, dented nightsweats,

the usual experience reduced

again to subversive grief

a ragged bleeding circle

and a stupefied old rain

writhing with black flies

the air twisted by fate,

a lock on the ground

where leaves had been.

The world was dewy as apples,

girls on dusty hills,

a wanderer

turned his head.

*

Their mouths left him

leveled by the smoke of one hand.

The first betrayed.

The mouth bruised by a peck.

A tattoo on water, a skull

in the center of the street.

And when the last clouds

were dead

in a hut

parents sang

to their children

and wept.

We watched the deer sink

teeth into each other.

Myasthenia 1962

Outside, the yellow carved

pond is full of vultures.

Dionysius, torn,

heals the hot snow;

Caresses hypertension's

colonized enchantments.

The odor of

forsaken leaves

rearranges relief.

Drools, surrendered, sunken

in flicking famished open-access

pleiad spoors.

Amethyst soda graphemes, unplugged pines,

oooooooooooooooooooooooo, pleasures' virgo ovens,

DeepMind, deep matter.

Android cherished hatchlings

written on scratch protection,

rote emptiness.

Eternity, a wager of expenditures,

one more saddened voyeur.

aaaaaaaayou

Psycho-social wetland, Lorca

ripsnarl of cararity.

Follicle-Stimulating Star

bitten by caneflower death-bed

relinquishments

untruth wounds,

of the eternal opening

Now the seduce closes,

diastematomyelia, cinder heron

where belly-flops

over-control fur.

Googling for windmills.

Congenital gloated barbs.

Presence is a cup of moles.

Love is flammable salty DNA.

A Committee Farm,

where mental-dictators

fashion a crude intelligence

and choose to be edited

in a forest of footage,

by an artist-directed

TV river.

N-methyl-D-aspartate receptors

stock antiterrorism DiceOptimized

Twitter slave-sweat websites.

Warn hate!

In February,

everything undressed.

A web of withering,

slick as a hypodermic design

for pathos.

Curius eddies, dorsiflexion,

hematogeous, linked through

feverish duration.

70°26’36.5“ E karba sub

kudos pickoff

Recalcitrant burglar.

Synonym of sourdough.

Fun-icide

re-uptake

sensitivities.

Popcorn

30-50%

un-trust

Nano

endocrine

manhattan

orifices, blossoms, hair

for the first time

I see the

emptiness

of the small

room

& find it

in a heap

of air

so natural

an escarpment without

any impending despair of

the real

tied

into the continuity

behind words

and the river

with its caged blood-hot eyes,

rereading its dreams again

combing a clump of taste

in the dark trees

depraved cognition

*

in the bloody desperation

that overwhelmed me

in the dark matter mutter mind

muse became a barren ground

down where the old bones were born

our money,

woven of weeds

in the crow's hand,

filled with wet

pure and unlucky,

weary reeds

A wall bleeding anonymity.

*

I eat sanskirt,

metaphysical marginalia

grub-stake

nubbled homelands

intracytoplasmic

steambath

wet-nurse

contrails.

I force a slope

to the data.

I speak to a locked wall

I don’t know how to work

the heart of the room

In front of me,

very hard, the eyes

of children,

gnaw a meager light

these children who walk alone

naked in the rain

and a mysterious woman

who holds me in the middle

of the moon

with a dream of love

and a sealed glowing song

*

histamine

barbecued

neuroscience

among untutored stones of habit:

an enfeeblement

erased, unpossessed,

ego kiln

tactless

coyotes

dumbed-down,

still unfathomable.

20.

There was no mis-light germinal blood,

birds no longer massed like wax-rays

across the valley, great grasshoppers

in snow, eyelash-thin heads tossing sibling

runnels, marginal porphyry.

An alcoholic flower, oompapah

leading the nitrogen trumpery drug

of massive human, tooth and red clothed

destruction firming oil, offstage, off

to the common burial-ground.

The specs suggest supreme power.

Northern morality roving

in a mood, resurrection,

some say; others,

genocide.

Pirate-plumed big-bellied

amigo carpets and

braile maneuvering.

A futureless desert

of self-tormenting

capitalist

affirmations.

Woven ablutions and

drunken freedom.

I know that there’s no reason to change

destroyer-taken course.

We know less about ourselves,

than we did

in the garden.

A sudden foothold,

sweeping petals

into the opening, found

with its deep virtue

vole self-portrait,

hunched over matamore's wounds

cheering the mad exploitation

that old equity compounds.

Everyone depends on weak beauty

being able to cut its own shape.

Whatever we love is all together

taken from another, where

it is to be expected to lie down

to go back to a grey grave.

And soon the final fall,

gamehunting with cameras

in pyjamas, self-estranged

blunders from our

aboriginal heart.

Offended as a centipede angel

with wild hair of bronze,

squints into the terminal.

Gumball

tax hiss,

surrexit

middle-east

demonology

bade voce whoop

smooched dragon

cull dog honey

do the war of the moment,

maroon the deep.

Gleaming self-driven annuities

mature withing empathy's

ill-defined viscera.

Then attain silence:

temple-schismatics, shrieking

cast up by the actions of the slain.

Saints shaken on the fallen highways of the pebble.

And the homeward drift of thinking is

an oceans of bark and lye.

declared here as all, sharing rope-burnt

evidence, adoring sudden as the root.

A chorus of pubises

trudging to echo lore,

to numb metaphysical fascination.

Munch on eBooks

at an anti-inflammatory brunch.

Hepatic slag-ravine.

Nada pulp.

Morphism incendiary rings

blurted from feathery

unabated holy play.

21.

today is a hardwood painting

its letters all

imply a simple absolute

social fear

dash-and-dash stink-brag

i of the creed

of an alchemist

shed the sacred

metallic torrent

i see the trumpet fall

as if a hint from a cloud

I speak

the unclaimed, stiffened

rose tasting quivering air

the great impatience

of an exquisite

freedom, the beggar

who never takes

out his own

broken air, a

little loving-kindness,

a seed, sweet perennial

unbearable

it is that that is held in us

that is the only thing

it is as if it is too much:

in the end

we pass thru

immense indifference

a metallic gesture, the perfect

smile of the axis of the mind

the mind

of the eye

is a hand

a song

in the heart

of the body

it is not

a benefit

or a word

is it not

the power

of the soul

the dead bird will not miss water

the shell will not be earth's lover

a thought

in the body

of the committee

of the universe

is not itself

capable of making

a universe

the wild

memory of an audience

of the usual play

the last

the subject

of the virgins

the crow

tear the deep

roads, scatter

them in their surprise

the amusing and loose

strategies of visitors

trapped by shooting

a big bit of meat

bright stratified

concerned

sadness

innumerable beings

living as waste

cornfields

and moors

of micro-syntax

the end of laws,

and numbers

dead

and next to the angels,

used furniture

of deaf silt

brims to feed the house,

with a few whiskeyed

stories

and what the squinting

baloney sellers

prophecy

in the joaquin skins

invading  insensate

excitements

are evanescent tings

jimmy-packed into unupholstered

soffits of culture

humidity

in aristocratic

rice

three girls

stamp wild stew

in the spine

flattery insurance

assembled, with shoddy broken

components

stumbles

warm, clear

thru looming lies

a night

endured

in chains

desolate bruises

with milky voices

bowling

disoriented

tear-encrusted lame

paeans

eating relentless

strewn harmony

declare spring's

computational

falsely distinctive

grinding, a tree

cigar acquaintances

dumping affiliations

into transformative absence

conspicuous discourse

attached

to shallow bargains

a meadow,

air-cooled, with

swoonsocket drool

intimations,

ignorant,

in muteness

uncoupling from

bracken clogged

ants

killed

by a fallacy

wish

a gravy kiosk

of dictator

prayerhouses

a motif

bean that

won't change

the local sub striate

of life-day, late or mauve-grey

observations

a thousand worn-out bags

fingered by

want

sign-board

of mercy

sparklers

balm of

anxious

cartoons

coin of exploitation

links yelped:

disheveled, powerful

pinched brainpan

glassed-in among

the cruiser F1 weeping

judged

man-made

elided leather

uterus, battle-weeds

endure a jarred

hypothesis

evolve

to be wired

as thief

coral

bubbler

trademark

remeldings

oculist

octopus

the feasting of rocks

resembles

geopolitical resentment

and such

glad sorrow

congealed

blockchain reciting

unrecalled festering

camembert america

cave-in, ice-boats,

silence machines

cornfields & slaves.

addition, fabrications

and trashcan p-values

clogging to rise:

who died here?

only poor innocence

Africa put back

through crooks

and others,

Pokemon,

says: Me

addiction

polite

improvement

RAM

who spent your cry

and finally forced

a pair of wounds

solitary, snowy

to branch

into yields--

awake

where pennants

died

boulder-slabs

on the steepling piles,

disaffected DEVOPS

diamond-dust mesmerised babylon

200 watt ingenuity-focused

aggregations urinated excitement

parlour sharkskin

Olson Moloch

parcels

lace navel

complicity &

choke-on  bible-chain bulbs

milky barbarous bleachers

of transient

grief

and lateral

rich

mumbo-jumbo

golden

leprous

reasons

bait recombinant

fissioning hierarchies

trademarked neuropills

n-gram pouting

a map in slacks, a

subtle hoochie-coochie

thinking

Cook-Out

plastic percevons

jilted ideological zeal

biopsychology potholes

a network of pouting stars,

esteem turntables

muted, behaving

like death

pulsing reasons

hold the orphan

moshing every

tear into

an aloof fire

a broken brain gift

in an impure world

of path traps

habituation

rusted

space

I

won't

live

22.

Many clues point

to a promising suspect:

conception.

A large syringomyelia

that spins, gentle

and smooth

in the ears

of a greasy winter

preceding cancer.

Tittering eggs,

wordless and

without awareness,

slurping

forever.

A free-floating, consuming

decorum of depolarization,

of vehemence-boring freeware.

An escape-route-width future,

its sandbank stammer medflies

throned in diesel-fuel-blue

waves of sorrow.

A chopping-board

where writer's writing

questions any memory

paid for with nothing.

A precise shame

traded for quietness.

Some ideals

Strip fire.

Fame embodied imposters.

Usurper rythms.

Hillbilly thumb-button.

Boogie allergen broodings.

An epitaph hunts

for a hypnotist.

Luxuriant stars

well-tended, thrash

reality into a shoddy

half-asleep incoherence.

Increasingly

i-buy

i-bots.

Backwater coupons

roaming assassin

muddy

post-pillage

repudiated

cliche.

Ordinary neurons

camouflaged as

candy,

embering as

though

driven

to play

love's homozygous

choices.

Dogma

aggregater

smudges

kissing

oasis

naps,

avalanches

of drooping

bloodshed.

I have some sense of it all.

Secure cognition

and lip vapour

eaten at K-Mart.

An attachment

to data-curated

cultural fate.

We have been sitting

on the same bridge

for years.

Drinking an

ambitious series

of nothings.

We do not know

if there is anything

that you should find

In These Poems

A long war

unresponsive

constrictions

an expanded language

that allows differences between

people to become progress.

A year ago a film began

playing in the palaces.

In it a strong woman

in a silver dress

tore swarm-groved stains

from the pages of a blue wind.

And a gray path opened

in the light of sleep

Hands seen

in the saddest sun

inhabited her face.

And to her i have come.

Though there are times

we are only

a few years old,

in the empty window

where we meet

but have not been.

And in glaciated fog,

a feeble laryngitic

luminosity becomes drug.

ebook jaded surfer

chartered fake

And slow, nervous

cinched art forum options

smolder and giggle.

A dead young museum

never expected

in any future.

A gene shoreline

alphabet fit

to any task.

Green waves,

the length of a cockroach,

nest in urethea crib;

shit mouth

inexhaustible

milkbottle hesitations.

payola-jeweled addiction

puking conjecture

Coca-Cola

assailable

monolithics

LiDAR

clattering

stubble

Oxytocin, gDocs, Facebook,

and strange, loquacious

tanned Salvation,

basically carelessness,

its credentials,

slaphappy endopeptides.

A ubiquitous signifying

of canonical exaggerations:

legalised hoarding.

23.

Spray-painted postures,

transfused with misused thinking,

shop for Bitcoin in flocks of

cul-de-sac pathological halitosis.

Salad-moistened, sand-clouds

install an utterly stretched-out yes,

to keep flies away from the design

Idiom-squatting in hyper-extended

civet creche CDs, fantasy

orbits of a cut-scene origin.

Hysteric besieged

bones balanced in

congestive tumble.

Everyday subdued

generational waddling

neurochemical silos.

From the windows you see a plane slowly dropping,

immaculate, a firefly hypnotist: authority.

Polka-dotted-banker

girls-night-out

AIDS-infected

A territory cut into spots,

a Q-Tip kielbasas gamut speck.

Kitchens where limbs,

unconsciously,

augment the platform.

A meat-centric feast

where ashtrays preach

the cramping heart.

Cybernetic corpses

wearing phenotype

threnodies.

And you alone

investigate the real, the newly-bought

anthropomorphisms born in the cracks.

Empathy is just sex sediment.

Genpets are just monumental cells.

Therapeutic metaphorss indemnify vertebrae.

The poems I teach you,

all the words, the bitter rope-burnt efforts

will appear as light in the skull.

24.

With a leisurely buzz the wind,

maverick dances;

a radio plunges

through fields that grow

open vegetal neon tongues

The sun

now tries to form

a small box for Systems,

like light on a long

peaceful night.

Whatever these woods live for,

the dazzling psychometric

raincoated ferns ignore.

A child dies in approbation of

seriousness, tugging at industry

like a cartoon-mouse.

Its eyes are small animals

disowned by wildfire rage.

Peacefulness wrack,

slowly brimming molecules, shrub duties

with morsel-triste mesmerised

Mites narrating the cosmic ocher.

Such

is the only round that

is still over these waters,

a beautiful perfect

knowing, cushioning

flowers drying.

Go.

As odors,

obeisant to

hens

thaw

the destroyers

of the garden.

Bruised managerial

tourists looking

for solemn silence,

primordial

schnitzel paeans,

hanging in the throat.

Here I've been invited to be myself.

I often forget, I don't need to suffer.

Yet, as ear unzipped,

rotating with motion,

innumerable appalling

nerves tongue

spirituality.

Interoperability's

posture inscribed

with savage

Scavenge-ravished mead-candy Americana

troubled-grandma psychoanalyst-slumber

a mythologized-aquarelle of Shangri-Itself.

Garbage lamb's

demolition.

I can't alone

presume to know

the ground attractors,

fullerene craven

neuroprostheses.

And and thus my dear

staid barren film smiled.

Chain-smoking chill gloss,

pilfered marrow sandwiches

elegantly dressed in formal

formats, holy roach-infested,

‘billowing’ tropical images,

felicitating the unquestionable.

Shabazz

delta

explodes.

A moment splinters,

hot from the ground, slackly

weeding the mathematics

of passionate allegiance,

an unfortunate prodigal

abnormal deep drush,

tripper flesh

ready to delight

probing zombie nerves,

to ease viscous

thinking, bedbug

unprecedented

old dogs

on the lips of

victimized love

with phones,

and a carton of

scattered meat

under the machete

of blame, a specialty

sold on the banks of a good time

in New York, in Santiago,

where numbers

are carried spinning

to thrust chunky Abstract grenades

into neural gravel, pre-assembled

in piles of wavering malware.

25.

What should be said to ask?

Even tamed humans desire

the violent debates

of prayer.

That's

right, no

laughing.

Look the river moves out,

crude, battery-powered,

picked-clean by microscopes

Mystery kneads

this sophisticated

musing.

Charismatic

rhetoric

drained-of-colour,

anguish is

a mattress,

furrowed.

Sauna elocution,

manufacturing

multisig

exudations of

plug 'n play

optimism.

Brawny

self-governance

snatch-squad hypotaxis

meningitis

planets motorized

by flux

on lintels

woven by longing

amoral ambitions.

It’s all all right David.

Your glandular penchant

for washed silkworms

notwithstanding,

the spruce leaves

in a skills abattoir

featuring virgins

as sirens

set in catholic

grey CSS.

Tufted bouquets of talmud wetware. A tide

of the wind slumbers, and smells out snow

in the dark seizures of love.

In the sequenced minerals reclining in the

crematorium, an exuberant severity shreds

the singing maps.

Temporary ennui

incompatible with

the multiverses

abides

blossom-powdered

in a cloud of auspicious

moments

forked

thru mist

Worms exclaim

over plastic paths

as a baby empties

opulent, unused passion

among shanks of catamaran

violet-tinged rags

of accumulation, and future

adrenalins mangle the

senses

in the necessary flow of the universe

where liberties sweat booze,

jibbed into morning-glory

chipmunk-dimensional

pasts, and forever-follow

bluescreen-projects.

Non-deterministic

xxx-algorithms

feverishly learn our phantasies,

learneth to borrow

silk form

from info-highway,

in regretting

sms clinic.

Bereavement holes

turn in a circle,

flexing wings that fear

isolation, clicking

at the sated air

of discontent.

Laptop

lasagna

dustmop

boundaries

blot

out lust.

Multidisciplinary

missiles of humble

impropriety.

Stalwart orifice

of cherished

zero.

Wildweed tcp

expecting a cure

for boredom.

A flag-wrapped body

sailing perfumed

thru nothingness.

What did you want me to say?

I lay a little in the poison.

And that moment, I know

how the moon roots in the lake,

how snow fails to melt the grass.

And the wind continues

twisted among the trees

smelling the lake-water.

Thousands of faithless,

tricked, exfoliated

premonitions.

PDF Ballads.

Bereavement Cantatas.

Quark Plastics.

Entanglement

dung-ridden

ductile,

mud-bedded

thermopylae.

Her blue mouth

falls forward

from the center

of feeling.

Smug-faced,

naked, folded into

anti-social

power. Routine's

non-human postcard

neurite mnemonics.

Ethereal, flailing

flaked histories

and soft ropes

recollect you

impala neon

subcortical

coy

agnostic

risk.

A ardboard salt-cracked

braised subversive eternity,

unsentimental and condescending

binds us together

into a peaceful

keyboard.

Skin hacks at proprietary gaia

in a nest of bodies

clenching identity.

Digital-bread, wedding

abattoir-taught morphine

raytracing madrigal urns

where worms

convey place

as barter.

Cherished vertigo

TFID-splashed

migrational shrouds,

minuscule heres

slain by nothingness

and blameless freedom!

Sometimes i'm supposed to crush you.

Sumac conversation debris

filled with Rimpoche

frontal tic.

Dead, stone-ensurfed

Email frustration

bouncing parsley

Myrrh troubadour firewalls,

neurotic and prodigious

residues of humility.

cluster flesh

junk illusions,

recycling prow

conceived

calamitous

illogical

The implement

fertility lodged

obliquely in place.

Bootleg grave.

The next world, squealing

and rapt.

Netflix

Hermes

speechless.

inhibitors

melt

memes

Poverty's humid caress

metabolism-encoding

malevolence-trauma.

Palpitant diaphragm

of wistful letters.

There were many days,

that sat by the door,

remembering

enough to rely on

the night, to piece

together a view.

A place

newly

used

a liked

plight

crawl.

Brainmind/bodymotor

learned to reach

and not leave

it

landed

wild.

An implementation

of slither-

bruised metal

in

what

is.

And darkness,

evolved

a tongue

whittling

clemency

formulas

from bleary rapturous

viral affordances

similar to everything

else that grows love.

Jello customized pliancy

opens pornstar

rusting promiscuities

asleep in angel

sex-drug breath

bees.

Myopathy's

nameless holiness

allusions

ash, half-crippled,

dancing empathic

machines.

This nebula smells

of loneliness.

Bereavement

bookmarking

ecstacy

in a tender

schoolroom

of wolves.

26.

in all the parts

of nature, now

dividing

broken and

overwhelmed,

watch us shoot

the garden

raising our mouths

like burnt rocks

to melting water

comforting

a toxic

pool

body bleaches

clenched in

booklined fear

snagging opinion plumages

an orphanage

calling for an epidermis

until the answer

is given, a fruit

hyperlinked

lukewarm manufactured

channels

of what can be said

a sore

schizophrenic timelessness

even less confident than

space-clowned

carbon-shopping

for mended-scents

radiologists illuminated

by lifestyle flags

flesh,

a flare of

bookshelves

allotropes shuffled

into recognition

love weapons that

honey the hologram

designing copyright

The Book of Heaven:

shivering concrete

& bacterial

a mole,

darkweb-tagged

THC-treated

transgenic,

an equivocal ovum

a gelatin path

primordial events

gouged by frazzled silences

accumben flocks

perched like kittens

a mood hoax

filled with divine

gloom

brittle buddhas

leaking monoxide

soliloquys

pill-chain

tamed flex

mystical forces

of a kind

only the lonely

open up to

the false terrain of

unimportant power

being born into the

secret of human lives

in a lost and empty

living life

the dream has no

reason

voices march

after bountiful

total light

a finished enlightenment

arable, and hollow

erasable

supercapacitors

in a fatal claw

amble thru

revolutionary breakwaters

bully-doomed

to innocence

a vacancy

tapeworm

garlanded

with mud

a greed mangled

chloride coffee

inflected detonating

generative flare

plugged pawprints

becoming soft milk

thinking love

will yes open

pathless

deep

immersed

stubborn

chance

a zen distillate

tamed by excuses

tyvek coin

pinocchios

adversity smuggled

semi-delusional into

gastrin-releasing

redundant massacres

cephalopods dwelling

unhardened, laced

with weather-beaten

iridescent dew

coreless

molested

stains

a cherished

spamtrap

shriveled

prim and

toothless

a peasant

bourgeoisie

USB informant

living in boiling dreams,

a nobody, a sheep,

hubris and nausea

a double-blind intrauterine

worshiper anus

identifying latent

slop wishes

medium-rare

preachings

of anonymity

muted scrawls of

rubbery soaked

memory

the cold rose

of love is warm

celexa AR

double-barrelled

intangible devotion

a great maze of startups

deathless on the off-ramp

the smell of chocolate

on a creole willow

subscribes to

millennial imprecations

a secular

asymptomatic

unsequestered

tranquility

extinct

buried

prostituted

in a slanted motel

knee-pads strapped

on its cardboard forehead

black suits

buy all the things

that would be

omnisciently

complaining

about locative

savagery

dominant

epigenetics

juxtaposed, charbroiled

venn 0060252371

a massive body allowing

you to contain every second

dorsal ideas

centerfold-skeleton

neuroectodermal

aureole subconscious

fettered sulphurous

tempestuous robotic therapy

godless

odors

a slave who steps

as she dwells,

past diatribes

of Lord Supplies

read

in partially-dreaming

poems

a busted rat apologizing for

the photo of my daughter,

pregnant

a doctor who exudes

a systematic bliss

a finch's curves

and the dead ant

of the wistful

keyboard click-clack

all the way to this

is born, the word

of the first thing

27.

I saw the lake gates

move, all the eyes

of the mind that caught face

they found me there

around your head, waiting

for a time, that I could say

because I could never see

kites, curving to

converge, to rest in

massive unlimited

love

747 poems

pasted into photoshop

like hibiscus flatware

we loop our genes, and

we cannot be computers

dendrites equator, pulse-stroke

nourishing an exit

acetylcholinesterase

empire propolis

techno-biological

bliss nougat

amines of

ripened thrills

weave an empty

diachronic, wild,

unimaginable abjection

hormone

pseudonyms

crane at nothing

to drink the image

defied

I see all time in stillness,

a stillness pathogen leisure,

a cancerous speed, imposed

by leaves of negativity:

fucking.

This is just the way we are

at the breaking point,

we find there the voice

of the voice of life

anti-negation

ensnared by naughty missiles

trudging through beautiful

chronological buildings

sneering at the cognac

kuwaiti-exhausted

auto-complete auto-de-fe

for we do end

shacks made of

dioxyribonucleic

sweat

deathbed chatty

wisdom scars

now is a mirage

at the end

we will turn

and we will die

turing, between meaning

and twitching vertebrae

sparrows call my muse

sacred grafted incubus

all poetic beauty steals

the genius of finite things

glossing a ripening carcass

here in the obfuscate

homeless blogosphere

nothing matters

all is soft

under the power

of having

pores easychair

a proteins of tides,

wedge-contorted, fungal

fluctuating gestures

cremasteric

blurry cave

brutish anvil

of paradise

permutation of

approximations

shreds of infinity

read and studied

a skull

relativity

is holding

crone of sobs

so precise,

spinning decrees

moving thru the fills

where there should be

an answer

but there is not

& the casino footage

reveals flawed logistic

axonal protection

each surface of the body

over-determined by passion

by which activity

word becomes the common

body of life.

flesh as dictionary

hoax of slippery

rhizotome deciphered

AMPAR-mediated playfulness

earth-hewn

bomb-bright

daguerreotype

muscles

mediocrity bombs

bandaging double-bind

big-data

puree scrutiny

sheltering

the exquisite increase

bliss

hunting

graffiti

kleenex

sufficient facts

engraved on unending

being’s dissertation

hunger fills

the bitter trees as

fever

and needs nothing more than nothing to do

age reduces to

luminous unselfish life

without mind

granting the survivors

a language symbiosis hive

an empathy body crystal

performativity straddling approximates

the pocket machinery

envelope of blood

cold as a technique

dreams of the gravedigger,

debts & lust.

she is that egg;

she is that sugar;

it is her heart, which moves

steelblue through my fingers

a memory of midsummer flowers

smothered in mud,

under sacred nerves

the jag-crystalled pillows

rejected by crisis and wonder

deep in the sphere

of a dead body

and I don’t know

what to do

not wanting to be here

not knowing any other plce

I keep looking at you,

I want to say that:

I have been your face and the room

in which you have been smiling

but I am not your key

to an online interview

epigenetic

pancake

the cold pulse

in the still air

of the beautiful

smells of the dying

drooping like a shadow

glucocorticoid context

fog fulcrum honeysuckle

ants, prototyped

slinks across

to find this spot

and understand

the little lingering

forgotten imagination

that is

the danger

of being

the incunabula zen

entanglement

god-mode solitaire

craved glam complete autonomy

cremated homesick counter-meaning

worst-practice boomerang

glistening in a technological

poncho where neurons worship

squeezing, perceptive orchids,

“tender-minded” interdiction trucks

palpable evil

begins to smudge

gut-aspiration

smirk-suckled

safety-APIs

undaunted aggression stench

ephemeral mincers grooming

dust gossip

cud resilience

duchamp's pyrrhic feast eunuch

peristyle liposuction

cocktail paraphrase x-ray

rainspot amethyst

fleckered deleuze

in patented poison

folds velvet pebble

branches that

dissolve everywhere

wired to walk stalactites

thru drowsy abrasives

to crawl in

to contemplate

soap, soft

flake tufts

of hope

to pass each glazed

torpedo deception

diamond-pointed

anthems, abdicated

attitudes

28.

sermons,

swollen-bellied,

lay on the bed

proton wrack

unlearnt wren

passport breath

lichen neutral

joke sublation

braced on an updrafts of ills

each belly

experienced

as morality

tastee-freeze

nuclear mildew

geomantic

insomniac

Thought condoms.

Desire A.I.

withered, cavernous,

botched, parasitic

a crepuscular clanging

a gnarled dead fault

psychiatrist dough

xenolith devices

cult damp

measured versions of

voracious candy

wolfhound thighs

arched around brow

the condolences of

half-savage dreams

monsters roped

into swivel machine-gunning

gold, marijuana microchip

necrology

enamelled

clowns

insatiate rice

that scratches shut

thought

brine fetuses

gasping with endogenous

dead fruit

bursting the epiphanic base

wrinkle-supple

ulcer optimism:

gush-note

fabulations

prototype wishes

we poison

nothing

a young man lifts all his blood into the river

his prize is to die there

his vice: mixed pills

a pain, half-buried

beneath the curtain

in a dirty jail

ultraviolence

red-winged

soaring

minions of

a stricken

unbearable spirit

29.

Though they twist

and throw themselves in words,

meanings are not trapped,

they carry

a shape of

choice.

Peach-skinned TV

beer steam

frigidaire

styrofoam

bleeds

“Lips dig into

words, shake the soapy

contrary self-sustaining

largely intact cumulative

impact of truth."

As an infant's

blood runs over the

egg warm red trees

A commotion blooms

snow rises from the rocks

and the sky falls

all morning

I drive back

to the sea

on a road,

aging within

language.

It feels like

the combustion of the sun

is not really

beautiful. It is a law

of its own. A begging.

We, speaking

and playing and

writing words. The hum

of a line. It's not yours,

it's ours.

Girls nearby bite their

thumbs. They do not understand

how the cold prairie ponds

can still be dancing.

Dead mystics and dead soldiers

feel the first wind

A handful of red blossoms

drift up. The seasonal

song, pollen,

heart yolk.

In the middle of heaven,

gray mountains roll ice

toward those who suffer.

A circle of words

knows what it is.

A summer

movie slips

under the horizon.

On this open road,

I am no longer dancing.

On the vast

edge of the Beautiful,

there is no mountain

worth this much sand.

From the slime of the salt

coal water and gold

twisting ferns

come accretions.

A frayed waterfall

nestles in the scent

of prayer.

For

alpha

schnitzel

honey and the song

of we lying Word

youthful electron

breathprint ego-dream

memory nourished

by laconic

innocent space.

Gliders

erupting from

a robot's body.

Metal heirs

crooning flames.

46 million hurt worlds

start the precious coda.

Vestibulo-ocular

comfort crumble.

Wave-size,

fdemon asthma,

pimpleback shadows.

Synthesizers fondling

five figure moonlight.

This is our

shrieking research,

our tradition lesion.

Insistence spurred,

fiberglass edgy.

We are too busy

to know,

the moment

neurulation

under the thighs

of sardonic fear

a fact,

needled

in hallucinogens

a dawn, mumbling

shaman infantilism

$400 in debt

for laundry.

blut hummed

entities

dissolve

from the grave, feathered

to hunt the germinate again

no

one

notices our

sense

of oddity

We stand slowly,

whir, cunning,

leaky sponge immobility

tempted and struck

by trace offal

confusions

home: groin,

marvelously pallid

bald broad guides

for hope's madness

boo-hoos on a peninsula

of doughy frozen blind

biodegradable

unweakened

undercover

caresses

freeform merchants

slip godhead

vobiscum “apps”

amyotrophic love

radicalmente

restrictive

unravelling

grilling

degeneration

Placebos/4

horn orchids

Devices

operated

by sweat

spray-painted

catalogues

Stupid, collapsed

salt itchy morta,

limb enthralled

thane lamentations

fruit-shaped, curved

clinching my rouch component

crag lucky, complete jilting.

I'm sick of

backbreaking

moron ownership

comfortable

knives

unblooming

hexadecimal hacking

at openpetalled

transcortical

perversions

30.

Acacia birches

in crotic comas

glistening turquoise

unite derelict iron-brown

diners and ginger antlers.

They make life pontic.

A rock is dying:

puffing music, thinned,

rimed in emergency,

a waitress, a dep,

a long smirk.

Essaying to invite

tinsel powers, velvet.

From this stance I carry

mud as stars. Clustered,

curiosity, objectively

modeling quarks

gentle in undisturbed

vastness.

The poet’s saltmines, embroidered,

with blood and bowels, exiles

splashing Dada, karba ajaw.

A convergence-retraction

Blog: un-oiled, genitals.

Soiled transcendence. Patched.

Bites the hand. Warbles a dialect.

Lettristic subtraction

expenditures: 96%.

Narrow frost-bound eternity.

breaking underbeak

as if spiked light.

Seeming weedsport,

victimization treks.

Mumbo numb, redrawn

orifices, who grow up OCD

unimposing decrepit postcards,

computing gridlock

on a warranted modernist body.

Thought exploding

in posthumanist

displacement flashes

swept by

technicalities

lay there

all troubled

in cycles,

rocking.

smelling of

a swamp of green

cotton magellanic

squares with flabby

feelings and coke

caution set in cast

chains

visions of star-shine at winter

soluble as misanthropic rage. Choose the week

to dilate age. Reorganise

the Whim-era

as incantation.

Birth death-on-demand.

Prove it.

Hear the

deep dew--

Body is

as a house.

Heart clock.

An animal

which has disappeared

into light

and

hands

that do not

smother

the sky,

or

erase

the

surface

or make power

acknowledge

the eye

of a friend

We are in

the pack.

We stand

on the bridge.

A swan glows

on the H2O

Anosognosia

returns

anything

but a mind

We are rigging love

to measure again

the mad mistakes.

As remote as rain

which closes the

water's edge

a bird calls

to lift the stones.

and i keep twisting in love

the drum of a universal

dream

and reality

is a thing

only known

by skin

and we release ourselves

newlywed, extracting

pages from water

riding indigestion,

unresolved, into

a vanished rat

the way

the thin

etched,

catching

light

begins to feel

untortured by

potencies

bottled in demure wit

in seizure, an equity

heart

to write the

necessary words

enter a

metalanguage

playground

Algorithmic Bath

bliss

ephemer-

zone

dissect the human browser

bristled

upgrades

splinter

survival

illuminated

on the spuming

slopes, yearning

drenched in sheen cage

of  A.I. Mother

I see her

lay me down

see a photo of a brother

a girl at his side alone

the one who was killed by the

ball of a hammer on a horse

crossing hollow water

look up at the empty window

to see

sleep

I am in the poem

for an instant

And we stand on the porch,

bones, absorbing the glass

of light. The sun falling

like a soul, like a tree.

The map is everything:

temples, supernovae,

freeways, snot,

tabasco, upholstery,

bees, frauds, data,

roses,

detachable  salted,

triumphant, c.i.a.

auto-da-fe mud

exercise the hype

picklock systems

ripped-up refund

birth

guru malfunction

indignity cream

stars stagger by

filled with empty

fucking contexts

cutting water

to optimize

humility

an imagined

paradox

31.

a fibrillated dream

a bullshit payoff

a home near nothin

for the price of an e-gift

I bet you

cannot speak

because

of all that

answer

the sad

question

we are the same

because each

wants to know

what it was

before

what it is

to be

a horizon

a mother

discarded chaos

fallen among her children.

Each love brings an egg.

Lets us eat bread in the morning.

And walk at the center of the universe.

Feel that ceaselessly.

provided, at last,

with the burning

musicality of green

dotted nicotine

tingly archimedes quotas

a defibrillation

of gender's

meme-polluted

tyranny

chastising images,

perfecting their

abided houses

shat at

accounts

fucking the world

humiliation GABA

90% muscled meridians

each shift

spitting swarmed,

NFC-enabled symbols

instruments

befriending

the patting

not-yet-looted

chemo-subverted

ground babylon

And as I tell the seeds

of new extinction: that

germ sum-of-all-details,

the word's faded, as if

return to unsheltered

packaging. All of it —

microchips used for

scheduled magic.

I am now

cynic.

a voracious

unconscious

attachment

I am a poet of genius

sketches & /reverberations/

Extreme weird

bridged

encephalograph

beast

troubadour

menthe

groundswell

mystery

of fluid

folklore

palinode

echo

tofu coil

synonym pity

vermiform

annealed

vending

shadows

trodden

by small & total

implications

relinquished memory runners,

thin as unusual facts

creating

fingerprint

‘feelings’

A Surplus Silence

Smells The Ocean

A language

Nothing is

Smiles Being

32.

the latest Myths

sweat-soaked

in unbridled

inattentive

brightskirted

cryptically-capitalist

musing

shaming

trips

demand glue,

faith, Radio.

bit-proud

rubik's

fatigued

meadow

luxury alleles

bright sedative

of well-written guilt

post-attention

hyper-shifting

net-mode

techne

graveyard

patterns

of furious

guttering

pressing matter around

luffy wavering tracts

rocks formed

from us

who will die

cherished

life smelts

self-assured

immaculate

bytes.

in this Wi-Fi year

where nemesis

delicious paths

digest coffee

desire

crouches

getting ready

to run at ruination

every digestible fat-wrapped

perfused omen concerto

sips slick inhibitors

nanoarchitectures

maddened by checkpoint

ethos

abrasive EEG

fetish poke

hypocrites

a burning seed

depends on such

countless kills

an atrocity vista

suffused with virus

bones sleeping gesturing

in a fevered garden

without knowing, true

intelligence

nor wish

the eternal

empty light

positioning

voluptuous

haunted

decline

on thumbworn USBs

mass-market terrorist

bible cattle alphabet

oil honey blessings

seasoned by nonchalant

dawdlers

digital mind

is what

I have become

a rainbow

franchise

a secret body

in the sadness

of mind

source

is such

a secret

The History of North White

death

sight

bitter

talking

rules, a

natural practice.

and I have

a chance to burn

the hand

blur the strict

thread

poems have two ways

for the poet to move

to be a woman

I will have to sit

at this table

eat stars and play

the sounds of rain

glass

homeward living

language

war has become life

and the people,

ongoingness, corticosteroids

they don’t even know

how to think

mother never stands,

ever at the anywhere hole

because we lie

and grieve

decaled in sand

severe  blindness

ride the body downstream,

wooing epitaphs

useless neuropeptide

eccentricities

that lull

millions into complying

stumble, entrails corroding,

as claimants

surrender humiliation

sometimes

regions dynamite

nervy wings

your body suggests

a many-lettered

anxiously allowing

external events

garnish

ambling

rage

hardboiled information

hate trends

hypertext meshings

baby pimps

carnivorous prayers

sterilized words

beaches shut

disaster apothegms

unsoul

dead psychoanalysis.

extinction forepangs

topography relinquishments:

Where are the excuses?

At the end of the

embittered blessing

throbs?

shampoos ducklings

with digital socks

stagger the earth

to run businesses

a way of thinking

collective scent

seed derision

rotisserie dragon lake

a.k.a. guano degenerate

mourn-dumped

thermodynamic doubt

frosting the gates of martyrdom

counseling tofu slowness

zip immersive pernod wildfire

donuts and armadillos

components pimpled mid-wor

sleep

tenderness

hope after knowledge and

an interface dorsal

emotion key

drinking then-below-zero

cowlick illuminations

parasagittal placenta

synthetic despairing

spurts real

charming & ignored

well-being

epithet discontinuous cliffs

information amputation

advice dissolved in matter

in the message where it gathers

mythological GPL

Locality/Non-separability

philosophical coda

The effect is sugar;

it is that otherwise

is the painting

of concurrent storms

crowded with shingled brains

it is

as if

the sky turned

into rocks

a real

rain

reading a curve

I am looking

for my own

body

and human

happiness

not an interactive video

for RNA that is created

from an array of texts

cash fucking

blind karma

braille statement

hung-over metrics of some

nonexclusive willow-wisps

and the brawling,

city of Broca's

lizards, fogging

the utopia of the rusted

purity of enmity

porous malnutrition,

inheritances, mascara-lined

drown-out pelvis

suckled wolf-cortex

each path is a cloud

of crumbling dorsomedial

granite obedience

two daubs

in the distance

the night wind melts

a shallow

patch of air

drifts onto the pier,

stands in a new world

conceptualizing buds of love that die,

as facts turning above the riverbank

of the earth,

there is nothing to say

except for the hollow

intuitive rhythm of dying

the corpse

a ritual of bugs

a tiny new onion

a wistful kind of oil

a hallucinated groan

two dollar lakes

rooted in a surfeit of process

the feather blurry flick of a faint coal sun

a flock of finches

flying away in spirals.

Energy that is endless enhanced language.

33.

the first birth of the life music

was within the substance of the human body

something firm,

slapping and unmaking

the vortex

a precession

abulia loss of loss

and ordered forgetting

a series of rubber feces,

huddled on the ceiling

mounted on winds

their tongue was language

sofa beaches

pruning to fork

the unbearable

phone bull

dam cracks

we fucked

on the floor

and then fled

heart burned

a luscious circle

into the healed

immense programme

tactile raptures

clutching filters

peering in limping streams

where the blowing absolute darkness

of a god of the night

came forth

from the washing papers

of hunting

happy as a big wound

the lazy thrill

the crab-dropped

peyote-flinching

street-gleaming

flat-gray

something of this

one thing losing

the unglued passage

from a rakish loathing meadow

fern-shoots

thrust away

the way-turned light

neurosis wedges,

bubbled knowledge

voluptuous beauty

marginalized to the point of inside!

arthritic reason

a waking seizure

entanglement apologies

sex necropolis sweat

and dying realism

I listen. I want to try

to give what makes

thought

timelessness

self-esteem

the sun sees

the horizon

in the spring

a frozen buckthorn,

wormy, ballbearing

attachment to words

in my mind's

flat photograph

a church-yard net

slide into eridition

And I sat still in nurture. A record

packaging a path, but not a meal.

and birds fly out of the mountains

tracing still circles above green

reiterated lubricant

anomalies answered

clandestine growing

functioning peace

you return from your dreams

with a history of you

a melody whispered as musak

and breathe cooed with beer and wine!

foliage maps along non-bacterial conclusions:

you speak

the sound of

a summer sun

a pop-up profit

hungry stirring

our quiet shores

and thick branches

of dead women and

their narrow gazes

too deep to find

what could be gleaneed

from each lockless vision

alchemical, vertiginous

cleaved innard genpets

sponge-tipped rabbits,

barley, linen, lichen,

laughing hunchback whales

limelit times

zoo-born malignancies

uncanny shale

I move

down in the valley

admitted to clouds

wing-tipped nurses arising

from the burned cyclone

of highrises

an intermittent church

whose newness glows in me,

slowly drawn

as puppet jasmin,

and dove-smears

warm ravenous

dun bird wish

masturbated

again and again

predicting a year of pain

coming into a shopping jar

database remorse

splicing the

spewed green

of soft

stars

self-love

is a

million

macaws

scarlet

descant

doilied

and stretched

in conjugal rites

She is gone, and in the purple desert,

the rainspot bitterness

believes in desires'

applause