vomiting the atom, for Gashound

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)

31st, from Gashound

The name is not to be used

even when/if

Bug-eyed and

Green. (and the son's head right next to this)

From the hand to the wrist.

Her mother was sure that she was thinking about her body as she looked at her, as they sat down together

("Don't forget your body in

All those chemicals."

Unwed and wailing)

The end of the surface, able to penetrate deeply enough.

The storm destroying, the storm destroying.

Artificial and superficial

Scarlet

What is taken but never given

...an advent from the far reaches of nowhere that arrives unexpected and barely understood.

From all the way down the hall

a caveat seeking

the impression through always

 "Her dreams are everywhere."

She could assess because she possessed

So thoroughly

("In Advance of the Broken Arm," so thoroughly spoken.)

as apparatus wherewith

produced simultaneous

Horizontal parallelogram

"How copying must transcend the giant hunchback, his strange gait, his lack of prospect, his deformation," announced the Empyrean

Unbroken biological antiquity

Fanatical pleasure and the leg

Always displayed, "Yet as it turns out, this ancient forest sanctuary is more threatened under democracy and independence than it was during seven centuries of monarchs and dictators..."

everyone cares for beauty quickly...

Don't want what you aren't supposed to have.

Brilliant in honeycombs

Lemon yellow, such a long time ago.

The sunrise as seen

By the broken-armed gardener of Eden (& him the guardian of that light)

"What does one do in paradise?" asks the gardener, a heretic of powerful belief. "Or is there some other way of existence?" was her response. The snake became an arrow and she claimed her arrow for her heart.

The number of heresies at this juncture is legion. If even or ever the wind blows (it is never accidental)

He was no longer

a pilgrim waiting for the sunset.

No one can afford

Anything, there is no more bread in the breadbox.

even hairy legs and beards,

no sharp metals

Sequel! Sequel! Sequel!

Encore!

2.

Ancient black magician

Touches geometrically and traces algebraically across a few years, through known and unknown vortex

All knowledge comes too late. She is at the center and they kill in her name.

Pointed toward the bottom

Well balanced at the top

&a cherry on top, always a cherry on top.

Radical ghost copy,

Hid in the forest dark (& low)

Until the clouds pass

The bag he carried, dark mouthed

Through the desert

Super sister grand magi;

The Firestarter...that tadpole died right before he did, to himself, when he was a boy.

burning down the wall...

Discovering or finding beautiful and wild women who know the earth, the ground, the soil.

In this way

The light &the dark

are mirrors, are a mirror

Reversals occur, in rhythm rhythmically

3.

made the One real to the Many...

perhaps more real, because

cleaner, brighter, newly reliable

Fountains

(& shovels, spades)

Last-minute changes were a statement of facts "which could never mislead anyone"

"It shows a wide, endless expanse of sky, under it a stormy sea, and in the foreground a strip of white sand, along which the darkly shrouded figure of a hermit is seen... The sky is clear and indifferently calm. There is no storm, no sun, no moon and no thunder. Yes, even a thunderstorm would be a consolation and pleasure, for then one would see some kind of movement and life. There is not even a sea monster to be seen on the endless sea. And on the shore in the sand there is not even one blade of grass, Nothing. Which makes the loneliness of the scene all the more grim and desolate."

- The Romantic

Referring to the uniform color of the sky, which does not apply to the present State*.

"The waves sparkling gently in the light of the waxing moon & the faint glitter of the morning star

In the night...

How long will they survive?"

Was more the truth

Of the matter

Of survival

"Indeed, if one were

To paint this landscape

with its own chalk and water

I believe one could reduce the foxes and wolves to tears, which is without a doubt

The highest form of praise!"

"My body could have been made better by a bad artist drawing in the dark."

4.

Mortal vulnerabilities which could doom our entire infrastructure

Once-inconceivable calamity

Then the calamity immortalized in bronze, on horseback,

One inch every ten years

(in the long room

Of the temple/gallery:)

Descriptive circles

Conspiring to undermine and destabilize immense masses

Against a primitive and unrelenting foe

Whose ultimate strength is its ability to endurefrom the Winter void

the wall eater

approaches since he’s been gone

(the snow made higher than the wall,

a ramp, a wedge,

and then walked up,

snow broke

the fall on the other side)

door with no handle and mask with no face

beneath the window, night passes with two suns

embedding themselves in the canyon

protected against loss by deep placement

Looking behind the mirror.

…and as much as it could hurt it did.

THE END

P.S.

let's leave that over there.

the extra wheat where it belongs

(corn and grain and bread and meat and eggs and roots and...)

not even $2.11 or 21 months

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"

14

Rust Religion from nowhere, Dragons

“…many female visitors to the museum had sought out the stone, apparently believing that it was a meteorite, and that touching it would make them fertile.”

The stone is still there today.

relegating the formless to a background

the shimmering gold plane

a forbidden place in which secret desires are said to be fulfilled. Passage, Nowhere, Elsewhere,

House, Stone, Mountain,

“Art is and must be an empirical reality concerned with the relationships of human beings to objects and objects to objects in relation to human beings.” – Lawrence Weiner

This is not content.

I am not content.

Intrepidity

a realistic representation of non-realistic situations, aware of his habits, sleeping on the ground with the snakes.

Truce between believable and unbelievable, reality is evenmore subtle in the landscape, the reversal of sky and earth created a disorienting

You have to give it

That it is a beautiful country. Thunder survival

Every rise and every horse wild, it cannot be done without the roses. My sister too, wild & free. Please. Every guitar is an angel

and sings for you

if you will, only will touch it and

Play

Literally translating her own sensations experiences stories so she can communicate with others. If you found him you would then have to carry him (drag)  in order to get him where  you want him, take him anywhere other than where he is.

Than that which unborn form you are the content of

The question stays, a bare winter time

Burning church forest

of hate

Translucent with despair and boredom His long shadow reaching into the trees dense branches, swaggering and tumbling in the wind and fire. Chiming & ringing merrily and with handsome splendor, she admired

Tightness in the abdomen

And a fear

Downgoers and overgoers before a golden back drop

Sky, curling at one end, a scroll like skin

The fiery mountain of heavenly metal

Downstairs their bones are

Stored in the catacombs

"No foot of mine ever crossed that doorsill."

a dying animal, with no motion under darkness of sky that reaches out forever while foreverstars project what patterns

Beneath the monastery

The most definite and permanent touch with the least contact possible Immerse yourself in the riot approaching light speed. There is no pretense or interludes.

Saturate the air with howl and hum! recruited to his pagan cause.

"I mean, you all want me to be an artist. I will simply be a result of having experienced and witnessed all this."

attend to what is scribbled in the cave. Let any of you that believe there's a cause realize that it's creation.

A prominence upon a sphere, as a woman's nipple, this protrusion is the highest and nearest to the sky. One shore, one edge of her duplicates until, on the territory with what I didn't remember, something known for years. "his previous appearance had been in my parents' bedroom where I found him intimatewith my former wife"

giving me

What in the instant

I knew better of and than

Half-dark mud & dust

Not answered unanswered deliberately

You must live with your ghosts, &your people, "I don't know, shit, i won't keep acquainted with that part, asymmetric

Scalped in a Terrible rain storm as the scene shiftl

"most life is, literally, the understanding that you don't understand. that son-of-a-bitch, out there, he says the only thing I really have got, it's so quietly said  that you don't notice it."

square

Up there in the northern there is nothing

nothing "deathless" or "immortal"

"I don't believe on practices or being alone, only whether or not it can stand ( the wind the storm the meeting of gravity, gnashing teeth and dense muscular jaws of infinite)"

So much in memory, life is happening all at once or have you never cut a lightning bolt

this attempt to (re)take the lines into your hand(s)

"he is speaking of the stratified elements of glacial accumulations, forming to a height just below above the horizon."

only left when the wall of the last ice began go give away in that ancient long ago

Before any of your dreams

False experience of mountain climbed, heaven all around the place at this height

"I could become extremely precise about something, therefore kindred to the absolute, the perfect &ideaL"

the Actual universe as a geography has shifted and is moving toward us, space is coming home to occupy us, to occupy the Earth,

Humans are disappointing and boring to Creation

There is never enough wildness

Inhabitation of these shapes, against theground pressed

emerged during the process bringing forth

If you run I to or up against the eternal

"thought is belief. belief is action." "But the absolute is the end, not the beginning."

"isn't that the girl you look in the eyes?!".

And the land cAme up andthe seas rose

Thefar sky is as near as you stand

unilateral support; you arenot removed even when traveling at great speed

"I got lost by the way. ...and in fact, people get lost and die.

the first time upon this goddamn field,

I couldn't find my way out. I'm supposed to know directions and all this

Leave the roots on, let the dirt hang and fall, just to make sure they will know where they comecame from."

His mother wanted him to stay overnight at least, don't disappoint your mother

As it approaches it declares it's limit, sleeping on your floor in the fire in your bed(room)

For both of you

Glistening jewel organ

to see these men smoke and talk on the Summer darkness

On the two rocks

In the background. "don't you remember?"

12

that you can’t get away from it. It’s everywhere (whatever it is).

apple spell

give us ideals

not meat and bone

give us ideals not meat and bone

vibrating knot messiah

“Confuse them so that they have to think twice.”

Paper mountain

The flies are dying all over again this year. That’s twice now and I wonder if they will be the better or the worse for it. There is the shadow of a fly the shadow only ascending the spine of a book on the altar

Cry in the wilderness. Cry in the wilderness. Cry in the wilderness. - the house of the future has got a bomb in the oven.
What did he see underthe red hood? Expectation of the end of the known world...apocalypticism, Supernatural guardian figure, time it becomes a continuous atmosphere
The revolution's airplane flew to America undiscovered. Seed must not be left to plant. Primitive forest trees dark green. Her wilderness is a green wood, he was whistling in the cavedark
We haven't buried him at all. How will he clean up that in an hour?
& nothing is anything but itself
measured so...
Struggling for utopia, an appetite of your own

Design digestion
strictly, indeed, traditional and metaphysical.
Move me, not thestone, the stone both come from beyond the Earth and witness a storm not of their own doing.
The highest expression of truth, free of and from the past, first religion, then philosophy, both without the memory or even knowledge of texture.
What is below the dirt; or, what is the dirt upon?
She happened, chanced, found and saw
half-door and an orphaned detail, in the corner, looking out
When we awoke in the dark and in the cold of the night, granitic beast. Gryke
Ever is now...when there is nothing, rituals of the space, degrees of difference between What never was and/or what never will be
What never has been and what never could be. All sounds in silence, burying, the history of the future. The past is gone, explore all
Of your holes
Open and closed. At nature should we bow?


Cannibalism
Havoc havok, withdrawn monument The horizon of the pats appears
You can never reach it. An outer time, like outer space
Conclusive, not being hopeful...to ask a question please come to the front
Structure architecture Marrow support, child of the night running wild and free. "perhaps I have said enough."
Extinction is forever

Amplification of attention, he was rules by the proportions of his own body; being told that the stone is the truest condition of creation, of still silent

8

Oh, it’s so old-fashioned, already.

In case you forgot. Who begat?

Young animals, ambient forest (of signs)

Concatenations

hand, mind, desires, intention,

Is to eat a pear obscene,

Is it obscene to eat a pear?

is she talking to me, to him because

time has stopped people from television in the dark of night but only in the last seconds of itself because

true natural, ancient of days is formed, born from

earth too…tremendous strength of lifting, holding stars

Where is the justice in my cold hands.

ofcost of cost

what are the sounds of a suffering man, or any animal

and day, Monday but not winter

. . . . . . . seven is when they become wild

try to imagine that, the golden tickets were counterfeit, can you believe it or not that person was probably starving, a Coyote with an endless appetite

slow-motion collapse of cellophane full of your very own breath. I saw the feather

She reminds me of Peace oh what Beauty!

can you believe it? one more

one more sheet of paper at a time

like one piece of paper each day, by the thickness of one sheet of paper each day.

disintegration cymbals, projection of structures and people, obliteration of expected presence, obliteration,

…incomplete and inconclusive journeys or acts of gradual disappearance.

Ancient aleotorically, the ritual of performing, without performing anything.

excellence of that hitherto

Any form perfectly realized is beautiful

so don’t doubt them when they say that they don’t know…

the perspective is gone from those alchemical drawings

Intimate solutions, attempted. Eternal punishment for how the structures change. Holy church of the void-grinder. internal strictures.

Restricted access but not to her dark cities quarantine Inside out inside our history

The splendor of architectural shadows in a nihilistic age. The dirt sings it's own song.

The girl who married the morning star, painted half red and half black. Waking with star flesh or moon flesh in their clenched fists.

Fossil finder as mud arrives in every room, dusted with fine white chalk

Why is there someone on that golden crown throne I thought they were only dumped about him. I didn't know it was true, what they said about you. Who was it that helped you?

Destroy (popular) culture

Rebuild warmth heat health death meat?

The devil is bad company crystal fists with you in the future imperfect I side inside outside," I said.

To her sadly, super wild horses. In the wind winter approaches wand long

In the silence the secret to hold. You were be-knighted and you were to bolden and broaden at the thresholds last hold. Hammer and teeth a red dog circling the skeleton? And in all the pleasure, what bends in the wind? She was a ghost when you left and now you've gone deaf blind mute. Into the night into the night I to the gray night. Dark grey

That no one can hear very clearly over the din of crumbling castles of salt and sweat. Sweat arches

Temple of paper temple of leather, temple of feathers, obscure abhorrence! Away withthee forever! At the edge of a sacred meadow the ghost belonged to her. Is essentially true in all it's statements...nothing has been...drawn from the imagination.

While he did slip the trap and enjoy am authentic taste of freedom. They, together, resolved to turn their backs on transitory pleasures and risk the more enduring liberation that escape did bring. They refused the endless static is contained release in favor of the apocalyptic.

He began to retrieve what had been cast into the dungeon by the architects. The New World/be one a work of art of the spirit, seed of power. New gods, old gods, faiths unknown had to be invoked in order to heal them.

Copper lode beneath the ground-surface; thick.