vomiting the atom and where it can be put
a quarrel or duel, this isn't against you, the dust (beneath the roof, between the blankets)
official word, on the street
the ground level is different
Can't remember the other wrongs
They are there and they
should be glad for his intoxications, some don't want all their memories, some memories aren't worth having.
keeper of the archive, grand
bellowing deep and textured seasoned like a stone, draped in velvet, spontaneous longevity,
(old crone, crone, hushed crooning for you, from his teenage lightning. hag admirable, come again into the mind. how your valor?)
"the women I know can do it all, themselves. some know this"
"then why
keep you around"
"who knows
I can carry heavy things"
/"Atlas? Sisyphus? or are you just stoned all the time? Do you really mean
anything you've said
what you're saying"
It took us from just before sunset until well after midnight to get down to the tomb illuminated by flaming torches.
"hold it against me"
I never signed any treaties with anybody
as flat as the ink
black
on the paper
Wide-eyed youngsters lined the tops of the walls, dangling their feet over our bloody heads.
on the titanic? on the Hindenburg?
moving it forward, as they can
spinning wheel, torque around to torn tissues, fibers rent (as a branch from a tree, or a scream in the air)
to create an abyss between throat and lungs
holding up the high hollow pyramid of the roof
a pregnant woman runs up and smashes her breasts against him
his grip is strong, able to hold long
weight in the front and at the top
"Triceps, biceps, deltoids!"
immediately behind us on the top of the rock
bright and loud
"This is a fun experiment!"
(just stayed out in the wilds throughout the first half)
petroleum platinum uranium
thank you, I haven't yet
there are herbs to plant in the lighthouse (so erect)
(together in the lighthouse)
his ship floats out there on the
perfectly round milky horizon
mountain bees out for honey
long fluorescent lights (white of natural or daylight)
brightly lit and open to the night sky
in the dark canyon below me
Sweat is a status symbol,
a symbol is a promise
Stallions of the blue sky
what would I give?
solipsism, telescope
? able to view the stallions through the telescope, endlessness, panorama, again
ferociously ambitious plants
with the medicine ball as a piece of furniture. layabout walkabout viola, big pink rubber ball, in the middle of the flood
sleeping on the rug, my penis has fired, red line that soaks through multiple layers thread count
edifice pandemonium
inheritance is yours to take, gigantic lizards,
Nectar, innocent looking mansions, biting into that, with other things on his mind
a moment fully saturated with its own color
and constant corrections. is that nobility?
he admits that he believed we hold memories in our muscles (and fat tissue, in addition to our minds.) name this song
one regroups through intuitions
architect measures, arrows in the direction of (the atom where it is)
have you ever listened to?
dark interior looking outward
through these eyes, a spy
more like a wolf, the one that never lies
licking the plate
bitter pallet, narrow vertical
where the inches move and go
floating, eight legged, pale, white a ghost in Winter
the world's one and only talking horse, indeed a marvel
a joke that he kept to himself, all day, and (someone else) pretending to open doors, to keep from addressing other doors,
(what can be kept from others,
please share) a thorn in the hand, still
where are you tonight?
Conclusion?
nothing from its passage through, instigating new activity, acquiring an awareness of its means an resources,
certain discoveries, in an embryonic state, seeing spectacular and unexpected development, influence increasing tenfold, a thundering voice that cannot hope, drowning the sound if cannons, and destined to become extinct...
and from there throughout the entire world, discovering wealth it had not dare hope for, with unique power acting as a resonance chamber, (echo)
