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

Set aflame and consumed thereby for Gashound

gashound.blogspot.com

Set aflame and consumed thereby
If he is going to ask questions he must also listen I the answers
Accepting the condition of total visibility
World's greatest actor & liar
She's still trying to figure things out
"I know someone who can."
He has all the materials
He needs to put it together
Though she won't say exactly what
"This isn't even what I do anyway,
though I wish I had both forms."

Red birds, a pair, from two perspectives
Fingernails in the ashes
A migration, a distinct aim, accented,
One pressing the other again(st)
As though retaining. Despite being embedded, or subtly ejected beyond
Blue curve crossing a grey line, blue over into the gray
River cut slant-wise, diagonal, serpentine back-and-forth
Across the freeway

Experiences of the flesh, moments of the sonata, glimmering of the luminous field
We never catch sight of each other...
Movement is such that it would take extraordinary luck
A mass held, gyrating
On how many axis?

"I hear you have a lot of friends..."
Cause of the uncanny
The stone too heavy to lift
"What kinds of skeletons?"
buried together
(retreats to her bones)
He has an enormous tongue
So he licks her and licks her
His tongue is as tall as she

Pressing both horizons
Two hands, pressed together at the palms
closed off in the tight hold of an all-encompassing grip
Circular axis

Time is critical, ever-growing picture
Increasing polarization and contradictions, an ever-growing paradox
"Not much chance of that."
"You've been fighting it ever since."
Always a few inches longer
Than the father
Can't even remember.
"It's almost Winter
Put on the fat
Wrap it around, drape it over"

One more
One more
One more
"I am all alone."
Very much lost, all that can't be recollected
Felt and ball bearings on the
Flooded basement (floor), the iconic vista crumbles down, scree
Alas, realizing the loss
Returns nothing
Only endless echo, ringing
From horizon to horizon
Pressing both opposite walls

Ride into the Sun
It's hard to live in the light
"Whose sphere is the infinite
The mystery of the sublime
Of space and energy"
& biological force
"You've been fighting it ever since."

In tatters before
The infinite drunken dream
A flag fluttering
Where time ends
accuracy as to pierce one arrow, midair, with another
redirected flight
To express the loss of time
cold crystallography,
without a plan, none possible, all impossible
Rise out of and fall back into the sea

Hissing snake,
balancing on the tips of its forked tongue, outstretched
She suggests another, of two serpents a circle formed
An act of swallowing its material genesis
Down the throat deep

How high birds fly
In stochastic migration
"I've got no chance
Of losing this time..."
Fed the ghost sugar
Crude clay sugar bowl
Left by the door, over night, a week or more
Still an unidentified roaring passed the window
& unable to orient
Folded habitation
Should have sent this sooner, eavesdropping further she still doesn't quite catch anymore
"The question is what inspires the flight in the first place?"
Never laugh at anyone else's joke ever again

humming
Many many sad catastrophes
Say her name one-hundred times each day
and no wraith, only loving embrace
Is this dramatic or natural?
Romantic?
at home dreaming
Of bombings and kidnappings
The hurricane and the wildfire arrive anyway

Two soft voices, speak of imperfection
From the end of the long hall, in the rear of the museum
Dust blown
and so strewn
merely
Merely erodes, in the friction
Between solid matter and amorphous fluids

Silently, single-file, shadows long
High above the river
No one could dream harder, open the back, then a dance in four parts
Promising something else
Obviously revealed, let known, made known
Forgotten counter-history

Sound of an echoing pendulum
Stallion with cloven hooves
Ride into the night, ride into the night
Riding into the night
Ride on through the night
Galloping
Onward to victory in the void, to ascend, unbending
Over gold, over silver, over oil
Unvanquished stallion
Under the hollow earth, each direction upward
"Even the strongest must eventually bow"
(and the bow is what launches the arrow)

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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

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Cleft of teeth, cloven teeth
All animals pagan, no governmentNo houses no schools,Freedom and no possessions How long does it take to forget?How you will look when you are removed from the stomach of A beastI don't give a damn about your chess and am unimpressed by your strategyDon't let them see you with that fly on your cheek lip ear"tell me if anything was ever done...Nature is an infinity of events which have never happened, and have never been experienced."A shadow falls between gnashing teeth as the mouth opens & a shadow fell between them.Where do reality and divinity part, if ever I'd known.On the cusp, mouth open

Two rocks wed to one another, prayingThe fruit of happiness ripened by the sun of desireThe Moon covered in feathersMeconium & mensesLight him on fire once he is saturated with bloodThis is why the shaman was so concerned with transformationYoung man against a background of flames...Was unable to ignore her Red reds or the red cross upon his chestTravellers among mountains meet upon a fertile exchange saliva and fur

An acolyte with probing finger, a magnet and harp or guitar string hand & gut.Marauding and touching the wound with dirt and smoke.Panoramic distortions and astral secrets
no lightsetting, only questions, no answers
 who made what? What made who? &how?
By this time tomorrow I will have to be gone. But tomorrow has never been today, has it?
Loss of information
We know virtually nothing.
Broken glass, I don’t mind
I don’t know, there’s the moon
“Liberty is essential to Creativity”
fearless freedom,
it is the responsibility of the society to support their artists in exploration
in cultivating freedom
there are many impulses for making art (vitality, necessity, because you have to)
and many impulses for freedom, for liberty (what you can get away with, anarchy?, disruption/rebellion
Her hard nipple pressed against the stone
Just a whisper of flesh and texture,
A hair, a single hair moved dust
Hands on stomach, then lifted as they inhaled
Drink the juice of heaven
Before your body is gone birds will consume you, into beak, their feathers carcass-stained
Opposites copulated, thrusting masses forces were male, until snow fell down upon them, silver turned black and the Moon waxed and waned.
Depending on how much is was diluted with water ink could be everything from mist in the valley to a towering mountain

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October twelfth 2010

Signed in spirit blood

I'm warning you

The birds call from the trees above.

The sun is unveiled from behind and aft the clouds and she remains in the tree's shadow

I will never die again.

Name them the color that they are

Game over... Guitar

Awful gutter they all want to die

It is yet to be seen if they ever will

Golden fossil

What is your mom saying

The world of holymatrimony

Deadend cemetery

The flesh of language

Why did you stop drinking

I was born stonedhigh