05022011 (t)

Spat into copper vessel
Poor man in love with the world
Free food
his cheeks were red, but no one accused
"it was his eyes
That were red"
Nothing to be accused of, no guilt, no attempt to prophesy therefrom either, even if wrapped
In bright and colorful papers
wobbling in knots, Confused in reference to
Even what might be of benefit to you.
Many tasks leAve no choice, difficulties no time
The openings revealed the most about, and thus itwae there where it was brought in andreleased. Sanctity kept or refuge abandoned, hovering at the edges
"you'll do almost anything."
"He looked vulnerable...then. He looked vulnerable to me. And I told myself it was only because he was going to sleep, that we all look that way then."


Eaten for him in his honor
Found the oldest daughter down by the river swimmin' with the Catfish in the mud
"Build the church to burn."
Thank you kindly
In front if me, offering. I see it open,
Beargrass and resonating strings approach from far off
Far off animation relaxes eyes to glittering Valhallas of the great west, "onward then!"
but what now
Saint of horror trying to make good down on jaybird street
She returned just three years ago
A lizard or a bird? "as a lizard or a bird?
Serpent or snake?"
Not so much an argument as a declaration
The king in the corner, the interlopers were trespassers, ejected from the castle
Street action or universals (he remembered the protests)
"The problem is epistemological not political, but a problem it remains."
"...but who can know? It had been made for that moment...and not for a time when one might think: This is how it was."

eye
Punctuations accompany us
No train station in this town,
She watched a framed picture of a nuclear explosion, mushroom cloud and all
In an unknown and undisclosed location
for a long time on the sitting room wall
"I return with the greatest discovery
Concert zero, disgusted by the third war
Overlaid by a quarter-century
Chorus "Here i am deadman love me!"
How deep and of what depth
often descending she would explain, untethered, all her hair sheared, to the scalp, a prize
Fresh salt and particles of minerals, nutritious fragments of fermented history, history teaches
Lion's claw
Less the number of hours in the week

The old man's skin was falling off,
Kept his arms folded, across across stoMach and chest
so the boy put uneven jagged edged squares in his scrapbook
(need food
Good food.)
Hammer
Placed upon the shelf
Take it down, take it down
lifted first, threshold of imperceptible but not dragged across the soft wood, claws
"I applaud the universe if we are to be destroyed"
the scrapbook was burned, the decades of newspapers, print media, in immense mouthfuls
However it was laid out, zig-zag
to bite a perfect, or ideal(ized) and leave
A sharp octagon
Seductive sphinx, salivating in the luxury and success, "you must remain ever-vigilant..."
"the world is always proving it"
"Or your good fat meat will be gone, reserves"
wilder rumors began, ugly on purpose
Thanks to the previous abuses, she passed out in the bed with himthere, she had done it many times before
Before he lived there she had fumbled into that room, the short door and pointed ceiling she could find it in the dark an she spun
He wouldn't sleep on the floor
Not when he was alreaDy in his own bed, not his fault despite blame from the breeze
This was a thunderstorm at night entering, he could sleep through it
Many assume that many have had, and this is truer of him than the storm, and truer of the storm than the sphinx, "though I'm not as certain of the latter, I'd rather not mis-speak"

Miss speak, to sweet eve, the calendar
the battery, one-hundred pounds
Carried, up the ladder
at the northern end it was no longer visible,
"move the museum, remove all it's walls, Museum without walls. Even if one went Out to see it, all the way out. The lake had swallowed it."
As she would everything.

law of
chorus "Here i am wild man love me!"
And then loved in circulation, oxygen
She arrived with melody and drugs, careening
Don't worry after where her neck is or is not, orthogonal
There is one person who hopes, in the sanctuary, the sword left at the door, wooden arch, keystone
We need to leave right after, inadvertently tonight, "What I was watching, I think, was that hesitancy you find in people, even yourself, before any huge difficult task, provided the task itself allows for it."
Made absolute by the impending Flood
"they are incapable of reproducing or depicting any aspect of a past or future.."