09292011 untitled (for The Beast)

1.

Opening a heart toward Heaven

All of the people in The city

Who you touch accidentally

to Heaven from

Unravel

The cheerful night song

Bounce (& shake) it around unveiled, darling ( hidden on the inside of the arm, bicep)

The shield remains concealed.

Too, there is no question that

a longer part of the world

Sweet treasures, tall treasures, held high

Overnight work,

black&white houndstooth

above red

Reveille masquerade, from his woman on a horse, Valkyrie

Please help me!

Wet wind, find her

Cheek or earlobe or shin

Or bare-chested, finally.

Wondrous quality of the waters running rushing over the exploded dam

Landscape changing the world

(if he had been given a military assignment from which he could easily have got lost)

No odors from your mouth or armpits

The shiny broken object in the dark puddle in the burnt out house.

Then recedes into the forest deeps...

Seen and fecund potentials grasped

From observations across the precipice

Bottomless, Tar pits

Substance enough to grasp

(from the time when the beast of highest worship had a long nose)

Not long afterward, not long forward, recounted

With new eyes

Ever-new variations, without finding a fixed ideal

No ones gaze bold enough to sustain

Became hermetic and difficult

Migrating into the aftermath, owl wings at thefall of dusk.

(collapse of coherence)

When the tape (cassette or video) was completed, they mourned

Utter contrast, unknowingly condensed,

onto the interior of the window, clear glass, their warm breath (tongue found)

Faithfully recountingthe narrative of; their otherness, their isolation, their desperation, their inevitable descent and death.

"Once there was a little boy and everything turned out alright. The end."

Beyond the horizon of repetition

To continuity

precisely scribbled

Forward held bosom venerated in passing

The fluid a mile deep.

About to come through the other side.

"Do you believe that all men are truly evil, but remain eternally unaware of it?"

& she continued, "...then why do you treat them that way?"

"That old man should've cleaned between his teeth before ever looking her way."

Throw the bird, too

Young to fly, high into the air.

Taken to task...

visions square and hermetic

Foreboding as the song in a dream

Fatal geography, constructing the hours that have been & have been had

"The loneliness of the oracle, the sadness of departure, the enigma of the hour."

Embarking on a nostalgic production?

"Death comes, obviously." (x3)

Heaven rose,

Lace backdrop, it's patterned wallpaper, and illustrated newspaper

all visible from down below

Hole of tooth or hole of eye, "...a wry metaphor."

but what for?

expertise uncredited within this imagined discipline

Then; a bouquet of flowers and some reflection on a shiny stage floor.

Posed as a classical Greek torso,

she spied from the kitchen

Romantic passengers

Dark dark mirror in the harsh glare of a bright Sun

Sunday, no sex in the museum

no bodily fluids and no mirrors, no blankets

Accumulated and organized, as a rupture of horticulture

Within the archive, oblivious to the darkness, She was pleased to see, the maverick approach at dawn

Fiction of coherence, watching through binoculars, including the visiting sister (or sibling)

Since dawn Monday a single strand of Spider web crossed five lanes of high-speed traffic.  Hanging above... Until she walked through it, perpendicular to the fine line (transparent, translucent) it drew through space, above roadblack tar and asphalt. Caught on one of her hairs, then pressed against her forehead by her velocity, all in the moment of one stride

Snapped then drifting, plummeting, through rotation and into destruction

"Following the news reporters and taking their photograph."

Providing the exhilarating revelation that we are free afterall.

"I believe in growing things & things which have grown and died magnificently!"

2.

thrumming

The great machinery of ideals

pursues the daughter of the west

laying, hanging her head on a book

The Smoke

along the back fence

becomes a figure

entering

thrumming keepable

she said, “mountainous space(s)”

he said, “the mountain, the place”

vast overlapping series of scenes, became a totem

and vanished before his last birthday

Silent even, unto the crow was she, (not remembering) even as the crow flew

across the crossroads,
All passions betrayed,

ugly and scabs, soon they will be made to fear

it’s a vision, maybe an illusionary,

tell the story of a man who time travels into the future of the world, and sees the apocalypse. In the process of returning to the present, he is turned into steel by a magnetic field. He is rendered mute, unable verbally to warn people of his time of the impending destruction. His attempts to communicate are ignored and mocked.

the thing it is

the canyon itself is a space

carved by a river, leaving a scar

     do you have a misses, and if you don’t then where’d she go and if you do then where’s she at?

tolling bell, enchanted and devoted realms

journeyed

the manifestation of

landmarks are supposed to be outstanding

asofyet Untitled, just barely, where were you then? who knows?  where the time goes?

thank god for the gentlemen and the fat women, milky secretions

wanted and deep secrets necessary in the alone and the dark

delicately crossed and double crossed reverberating acrosst the entire river.

received delivery, too busy fucking to worry about any kind of rocket ships, or satellites,

for that matter there was nothing else, lusts and being caught unawares, underwater, does the Serpent survive the flood? and why, so despised, did they save his life then, for his continual suffering at the hands of evil boys and the machine, inventing sin together,

dreaming the tractor and the jet engine, warm milk and turquoise, dimmed at the wingtip,

invisible in this dim, dim dawn

“I worry that everyone around me is a spy for something I hate…”

blue is still going on & on

strumming

They found the mystic treasure and a pair of pants changed ownership twice

once the American flag, thus

3.

a.

- arises directly from the spatial ramifications of raw numbers and patterns of logistics.

she hides her camouflage face in the moon

get the lookout and ensign together,

world destroyed, (his here, his heart) by her, on the lines

that empty space survives

undressing for the long black cloud

why try?

"if you say you will, I will love you still"

romantic grapes on the roses' lips

just anywhere at all, pressed against flesh

any reason at all? the secret shared in a place too public

he consults his atlas before leaving

receive and protect,

place the seeds below

to the doubt, Down

There will be only one finale.

"son I need your help with these pests"

all are cheap and dear, but some, the ones, still hold their heads high

chest out

“…don’t worry I won’t bother you now.

The sun is setting

my head is on fire

&

finally, you look so warm, my sisters!”

29th - t

Held at the height of the top of the head, bowing to the Moon.
"her worshippers go to her," she said to her, "it's dark in there and it's getting dark here."

"Contemplate the landscape in twilight."
Not a breath of wind excitedthe lake this day and in turn it was a mirror
Making a twin of every beauty.
Wink
She blinked, in and out,
Through circles (lips too red)
What is visible and what is invisible, interrupted
by a sudden death, consanguinity
A mystery of flesh and of Beneath flesh
Solid rhythm, substantial

Rubbed clean with fingertips
Without bruising.
One tooth carves the other (in its unique direction as the sands of the shore)
Ancient anchors, bones missing, colors fading,
Birds and lavender, pillaging the vast blue castle of the Sky
"The old wooden school of taxidermy," she said. "... And platonic quarantines."
"Modern science, contrariwise, demanded an undistracted contemplation of single, mature, pristine individuals." I apologized. Distracted multiplicities, and weathered I was, then.
In the afternoon

"And her hair was on fire, all of her hair, the shadow rose between and she didn't know how to carry all that  she had."
Shadow rose, shadow rise, shadow ring, shadow eyes, the shadows between thighs
This, a type of parabolic pneumonia, the fine curve of the irresponsibility of fire.
Fingered towardthe newspaper, for the mutual inclination of two lines, meeting at an angle
Unthinkingly they had, at last, become women...
though he, having thought for some substantial duration that they already were, had been for sometime
Well beyond him
they are still perfecting, to ripen
Still well beyond him.

(private menageries, suspending belief, as the carrot and the stick)
She removed her apparati as the men approached (illuminati spies and saboteurs, remaining from the last great war.)
He gave up too easily, an deserved to be banned
He had suffered, but his daughter now was a great success, accidental clarity.
Upward and westward, lengthening tendons
Two of one and one of the other
"Wait until you are invited."
Exaggerated temporarily. He eavesdropped but still had no comprehension of their agenda
Two clearly defined models.
She lay the guitar on the grass of the lawn at the front of the house.

Introducing a Paradigm: The Fall

Hyetal memory? Fog upon the River. The Water travels in time
This is now &
There are no secrets she
Traces a shadow of his face cast
In the mirror, in the mirror
Reveals the invisible and shows the divine in the brilliance of a mysterious epiphany...
He never stood
Stood a chance (Don't invitE the bull into the china shop)
Eaten alive, but what did they eat?
She ate...
"You will receive the land as well. The land will
Come with her. The animals were a joke
But they were very serious about the property, and property lines
All straight
"forget all the things you say
I'm out this way
Nevermind humble murmur
Nor moist pockets and kerchiefs"
I came here before
of these two moments, which are sometimes so noticeably interwoven that their co-presence becomes possible at a certain moment of history.
And they were more interested in sensation itself than the objects of that sensation.

"I wanted to bring into our halls the illusion if outdoors."
an unbroken history, and an unending outdoors commenced.

& space
"Come home soon and safe is what I'd say to all of them(, no matter where)."
Place two fingers in the mud.
Neglect not the dawn and
Remember the flower of her journey

28th

Many now say
the sun is setting
Virtual lonely experience,
Plagues, thinking about how to not say it becomes an arrow.
Dragging down on the dirt behind(beneath) you?

Where did she conceal her jewels?
"what gorgeously subMissive tones from the (good) man."
Shrugs her shoulders, who cares, let them in. Quite the contrary...
The well-known engineer and the children who came on the Fourth of July weekend both went about it all wrong. (An attempt as though they'd never heard of it. )
With a plastic bag,
or with a block of clay, or brick,
or a newspaper,
or else a wig,

He was able to
Grab the fly
In mid-air
Hold it long enough for it to buzz its wings against each imploding plane of his hand,
realize there was no escape
And finally be
Crushed to death
Another fly, landed on the front tire of his bicycle as he traced the path of the river, as the wheel rotated, pointing the fly headfirst into the pavement
Upward swiftly, straight toward the Sun
"This slow spider dragging itself towards the light of the moon and that same moonlight, and you and I whispering at the gateway, whispering of eternal things, haven't we already coincided in the past? And won't we happen again on the long road, on this long tremulous road, won't we recur eternally?" N/Z

He was mad at god and she was afraid. In a protective membrane, far from what others may not want eyes upon. to search and hold
Thank goodness no interest or subscription,
Sickly peacock, or hen. Can fly just above the barbwire though.
A suspicious mirror, of distorted vision
From a diabolical object, the Witches collecting convex mirrors, recommending them to painters,
Prior to its present accuracy.
Energies (creatures and beings) captured in stones.
Held and hand closed
Alas bringing forth
an invisible creature
that causes the Death
Of any who
would stand in the way (as an obstacle) of it's holder
Does not reveal the essential point, the figure in question

against settled expectations and projections
 and the suggestion of an aptitude for repair, for fixing, for solving the problem with hands (and tools)
&thus the value increases
Tenfold, from morning to the night (and from night to the dawn)

Utopian glass architecture, everyone speaks with an accent and is understood (even their nick-names)
Emptyingthe vessel completely
Teeth pressed to teeth, front and back
Found the arrowhead as a bright and sudden reflection in the (dark of the) night.

1.
All occasion
earlier, later, louder, and longer
public / private
2.
Intellectual, honorable, accountable
Thinking only of the one blood

"all the women, loving other women, had odd haircuts, which was fine, for all the children were already gone." in a familiar voice, attached to the wrong face, attaché in a paper bag.
Vagueness surrounding, this creates
intense atmosphere
Of disquiet and uncertainty

Digestion is determined so much by thoughts. (our state, at the time.)
...that ends with the castle on fire and a lot of people walking home through the dark woods.
When even God was a child...

Benevolence falsely to avoid the worst of desperation, "I don't know if that's what's going on or not, but it's an interesting theory."
"the responsibility of success or failure weighed heavily upon me"

Since his story climaxes with the artist lost at sea
In this position or in that position
Offhand evergreen, and with no truth whatsoever.
They could read it all and so we were fully in danger.
"privacy is priceless to me..."
Of the night entire
Large blue wing above the inferno, "her gods know us"
"I went to see her
Away back, in the dim distance
Bosoms of our truly hazardous undertaking we were warned"
They met in secret, crafting manifestos (as we speak) using code-words and pseudonyms to avoid disappearing in the night. The newspaper and the printing-press had been burned the fascists could not even know their intentions or ideology. & it was of no matter to them

a weekend of crowns
She kept them apart, never introducing the one to the other, procuring the proper gemstones
Never to be left alone together, the northern wolf enters
& as she does the moon disappears from the ceiling and the corset
Stalks the grounds, teeth gnash a silent fortune

A totem of devotion
And a heart (once beating) into the camera
"through and through"
Atomic
"instead of sitting here, sit there! & demand freedom!"

A mere look, sound, or motion
A mistake or accident
(a want)
The god she has got has so many songs to sing.
Contemplating the distance
As birds that perish within tempests
with eyes of blur, or blue, more often ...unaware if receiving immortality and so unable to collect or exchange. A basket if flowers
Or a bag of rocks,
The flowers filling the bag also
Remember to bring a ten-pound grand piano and unroll a paper Moon (any phase you like)

"what kind of world do we in fact want; and by what means, or paths, are we most likely to get there?"

"Be not deceived. Revolutions do not go backward." 
(y en espanol) "No se dejen engañar. Las revoluciones no ir hacia atrás"