Her lovely hunt, ... for ddwthrmn

Her lovely hunt,
you know I'll do anything for you
"the waves will extend out and outward, and the stone will remain unchanged."

all of them, "your sister is very beautiful." and without the disguise more so
that's why Broken Arrow waved his finger
down the road so dark and narrow,
wild dogs barking way down below

Along a threshold all along
an inevitable contingency, perhaps perilous, who knows, more stairs necessary
a thread that runs between these symbols is stitched to your body, a stream of blood, from her eyes to his eyes,

the dust never had any dust
an elusive animal is an instructional tool, with a preface,
a relationship she had had
intuitions about the meanings
talking about grass cannot feed the horses
to not do what they knew how to do, a cross-cultural encounter with the supernatural

public, political, technical, and fragile
the length or distance of the limb or appendage, culmination if great effort, secret oculus "they have not lost a hole all day long. take a long look at this one"

glacis (camouflage amulet)
"Everything at a distance turns into poetry: distant mountains, distant people, distant events; put this poem somewhere far away from you."
opposite stripes on opposite sides,
and the now glittering, pounds and pounds of white, opalescent glitter, broadcast in the vestal snow,

the stone gospel
still summarizing yesterday,
according to the rule which says that what never began ends without having taken place.
she was expert at concealment (of what) though she would smile as she wrote it, as she recorded in script,

blank beyond blank
blank and the blank conspiracy, apologizing in advance, listening to him go on and on about the future will be, blue shadow nodding continuously behind, his head in his hand
framing from an interior

scandals, illegal activities, performed on an outdoor stage,
"& they were all naked"
exposes the situation as limits
"Does anybody have anything that is really up there right now?"
an inverted pyramid, again? unbreakable chains afterall,
as the edge
the shy isolation of not knowing which angle to take
beyond the summit of the black wall
without space, not sense (nor secrets or sex)
don't hold your breath, you got your point across
How did they know what they knew?
Who were those people tonight? How can this thing last?

virtual souvenir
with / if, no shift in value, resembling inflation
"Today, real life lies hidden in fantasies beneath dazzling surfaces, in stones now made hollow.",
key signs, symbols, blackened,
a cave impregnated with an  intelligent mineral computer system
into a cave, during the cold, if possible

The "discoveries" were being made without them; young& new, they had a "buzz"
the feeling is blind and the relevance is vague
water rushing underneath the house, basement as river,
a well-told story
keeps on burning, a familial reputation for
Our more explicit understanding
the dreams die hardest when she actually believes in her self, really and truly and there is unscalable
even looking out the window... amnesia or dementia, which?
A fight in the middle of the night, dirty water
extracts and fragments (witches' brew) together in one volume, the pages saturated,
don't look for bird eggs in a cuckoo clock.

numerous lucid conciliations,
scenarios proposing an alternative, the wish
and its elaboration

talk to yourself
look at the view
run around naked

no. 1
yearnings for height and depth meet and merge.
agile magnetism of the flower, the dream of union is born in the image of a new seed.
fruit of long experience
subtle distinct shifts
differences in + of scale

Nothing in the castle
(building someone else's tower.
& the center(s) of the universe)
"They arrived one after the other in succession..."
they so far unknowing, yet an
introduction to what awaits us in the future.
"Let us take the last 25 years, just a quarter century — and recall what conquests in the sphere of human technology have been accomplished before our eyes — ..."
Even if you meditate on those far-off days when the sun will cease to shine and all forms of life die out upon the Earth, nevertheless there is still plenty of time before us.
"ancillary or destiny
it is my fate"
(what we wish while waiting)
revving up the engine

no. 2
everything electric and / or motorized is expendable
capillary action, how far ? an inch and a half or four and one half centimeters
share the whole feast between them, feet first, head first
seconds, moments, same...
if we could meet, on many mornings
see her there
example;
afterthought (as if the outcome could be other)

no one had thought of this before then, anything so bad, now we know they have

watching the traffic, even unto autumn,
another, larger animal's full set of teeth, within my mouth, and an entirely new diet. you must find your niche.
more than 30 years since then
and I still don't know
if it is all my fault...
that I had no way of knowing
permanence (and affect )
final always, "it will be the only one..."
The above is not fiction.

52nd

wax on the lip of the glass
(cooled, dry)
quite a situation to overcome
it all adds up
in so many questions
then, bisecting the thunder bone
it is a fun weapon
food stolen by animals
"He is truly and actually wild and you have seen it displayed before your very eyes, never question his wildernesses again."

a predilection for
crystalline latitudes
what a declaration, throughout,
when it seems like, at times, hangs on a single strand, showing affection, in the caress of...
at night I wait for her, I wait for her, I wait, for her to come, to come

all together
gathering the harvest (determining the sacrifice(s))
lamp attached to the ceiling
your silhouette in each door
the ear measuring space
naked before the sea, span after span,
Death might just reward your quick puzzling with exclusive benefits.

"everything will continue, intensifying day-by-day
we will have to remain here for a long time, staring at the wall"
a yanqui mother fucker amateur clown do you want the truth or do you want a good story?

(wild) child (full of grace) establishes rapport with raptors, speaks to plants, (breaks free) avoids humans
gradually coming to the conviction of
(...wherefore, in despair, formed for and dedicated to its destruction) returned triumphant, returning from the chase more happy because their victory had been a difficult one, puzzling
 Of all life's cataclysms

perplexing questions about ethics,
choppy, inexplicable movies
historical inequities,
didn't happen anymore
1.5% just a skin within
under glassaltogether
sense of depth opening up very near, let there be no more

bridge for nothing (extinct ghosts), no roads or paths or trails leading to or away
from
get the Classic Ghost,
lightweight, milky smoke pouring out the end

pregnant with every kind of embryo,
where the mountains have ended
esprit?
a starling hitting a closed window
enantiomorphic?
strong use of the orbit, and the order of the orbit,
all the way up to time, this is the scale
Space as a prime component "try being slow"
nuance, cyclic, continual (continuation of an idea, a spiral)
large-scale time & space
harmonic patience, fertile

the dogs have found her sniffed her out, in the snow, her secret scent, she with the ultimate plan, defining
when the dogs, they have found her,
"We don't believe in that anymore. What need have we now for  a place with that name?"
They have come to fear her she stares through them
from fire circles
running at night
guided by a single strand
she enters, she answers

when the idea is a welcome guest
she enters now, she stares right through me. I trust in her, I have to, I swear to, She answers
she answers
she answers
yes

Lost Dogs (for Gashound)

gashound.blogspot.com

I.

boon of claws

for the guard

guardian of the basement

thoroughly cleaned, on hands and knees

swept, covered in white

“bring the horses in!”

across the bridge

then burn it”

(walking the miles back into the hills)

Stare now in amaze

Count slowly: one, two, three!

Raucously vital, incessant banter

Breast sweat (nipple)

"In Rome they could have teeth like that."

Also known as

Explorers without maps (nor goals) stalk the wilderness

Ancient well into sacred void

Granite ribs & groins

The interior covered with black and white checkerboard

Headed back toward his house, hours & hours

Continued speculating on his youth; negotiating an arc & arch.

We are particularly grateful.

Under the thunder

I don't want to lose you

Even for a  moment even in the night

Heavy muscle momentum 'neath the rose chandelier

It all began with the Greeks

Hope/Help is very far

Forget about it

They always considered themselves white

& the

Center of shadow and darkness is the place for the white woman

Not yellow

Mouth open, he was lying

(snake in the grass)

Hung by his arms

Above the fire

A clock chimes (then ticks) downstairs

Then outside, hours from dawn

Came stalking,

distract, divide, puzzle,

Turn them over, answerless

Repetitious superstitions

Threshold of paradox,

Climax within the spectrum or field

How had she come?

Through unturned earth

Magicked space, inadvertent motion

Pollen in the puddles

"Can I have my keys?"

"I didn't know how she could tell or what."

Dense earth

ForeShortening the distance with a cloud

Her eyes begin to smart and blur

Precision of the precession of the equinoxes

"Less than indulgent

But they take care of things"

"You know why the come here, right?

For the work."

then, following a track to descend

& visible landmarks

Only known before by hearsay

look at and see things without being entrapped by them

On his back &

He on the back

Of the horse &

Them running, the horse's legs

Until a light, a fire, something bright

& them out, ghost gone (skeletal specter)

She was worried, for him

& so she watched the other longer, him as a vessel for her concern

Using it to point to bigger circumstances

He said he would try to be more aware, apologized

He wanted

Her to keep laughing

She ended

Up

Crying naked in the rain

"wait until the other side

& then remain

Longer."

A whip and a flashlight are lightning

"In virtue of its pure change, the primordial flux of experience completely eludes orthodox logical interpretation."

"One sees the things in his work as one wills, but one has seen the work itself only when one has seen the things within it in as many ways as possible."

"Silence might be described as a paradox - amplification of subtle events..."

II.

Lost dogs

in a zealously dirty book called "Witchcraft"

peripheral phenomena, invisible, infinite,

The depth of a shadow

Breath on the window-pane,

polished metal

A room wound with silk

Yellow

He spoke without turning;

He was unskilled at all

Save manipulation and lying

Finding his own advantage at the expense of others

Even those one might care for, consider sacrosanct

So there was nothing to inherit

(predilection for standing up for himself, contrary

Eyes cut straight through by the bottom of the frame

Quiet of the bottom, didn't get there first, looked through without finding

Within a grove, in the agitation of a storm, can be accurately delineated from its picture in the water.

To ensure the swimmer's silent exit, back into the dark from which he first emerged

more recent

Straight leg, long arm

Frolicking from one vessel to another

Brick got caught

 Amid the violence, sounds of wild animals fighting

Too far away for anyone to witness

The Moon falling in dreams, our bed always awaits

Until what is reached, unknown now,

Hardcore present kingdom

(too much obsolete technology)

Converging in the silence

Converging over water (the still Ocean)

Two trajectories, two courses, two ways

Two paths

The proper ions, paper thin, atop

Expectations (she doesn't know why)

Doesn't look like you

His dreams are of a castle,

in the clouds

or at the peak

Of the high mountain

Then stillness again, with the great shadow flying closer

Over and done with finally...onward to Avalon (and beyond)

The seashell landmark, amid the roar.

Their voices able to be heard far off.

"What song is that she sings?"

Beyond or without?

"I didn't want to show him.

He wouldn't look upward enough anyway."

The ladder is placed in the North, then they can move upward.

She had been excited for it until its institutionalization

No benefit, only a rut of predictable disappointments

High drama, melancholic sublime

Some of them will have that

We will be able to

of the dead in slowly under the bridge drum

the breathing of an injured dog

Lake effect storm, horizontal lightning

We will return to Lone Peak

A vision that I am struck by lightning

A vision that I am struck by lightning

A vision that I am hit by lightning

Red blazing in the western sky

stepped closer to the door

Of course

She recognized the name, had played in a band together, with her, drinking milk

Smiling regardless

Running with his mouth open

The dogs hear her vomit and run toward the sound

The killer is ever greeted with a smile

Cutting across all lanes of traffic

The scarlet letter proudly displayed in the window, he desires to remain in a constant state of confusion

Sorrow

No one cares if or when

You were born

(a very sensitive sleeper$)

A man with a fatal gunshot wound, trying to wave to the crowd

Grinding your way through these long useless works

Read the green book

Protected to the death by beautiful young woman

"hungrier'n  Hell"

A canyon in the very back, furthest background

Away in the same situation.

Crashed in the trees, the window must be prepared, so the window repairers arrive, and leave, just before they do.

Carrying a great amount of water with them, all through the day.

Finally seen & known as warm by them...

I've found you, I'll go on with you.

Blackened with it, kissing the tips of her fingers

Light of the Sun

Broken in the turning spokes and oblique horse shadow

Shadows of the wheel, over the stones turning and turning

Germinal silence, long before the history of human's dreams

Sunlight glaring on blood (star falls)

Paper blown in the wind, then blown again

Far enough and all the roads end

Fair hope (providence or mercy?)

Her hair cascading over her thighs

You can ask anybody