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)

07062011-t / 25th

Between the Sun and the strong, Godspeed
Pestilential miasma, a bell covered entirely or possibly made from fishscales coiled, ravaged gathered,
(a darker she, she carrying necronomicon and grimoire, threnody and graystone into smoky disappearance of bane and unforgiving any of the wrongs of this world.
This world and the next.)
Barren warmth, who had arrived was unknown
Conceived or convinced or deceived or received (not yet though) Alone, can be found in the foreground
Liminal Hero of liminal conflicts, symbolic relevance, in scale with trees, Onthe main axis of entry, undeniable if unforeseeable, unforeseen and unobserved,  to avoid encroachment on the reality at hand, before crucified,
"Get you another beer, Youngblood," from the backroom, where the freedom lies, milky and vespine
Half holding his breath in the gloom that glows faintly
Moths crossing the mouth of the flame

"whoever heard of a newspaper with no date!?" he said, tearing in haLf the sheets.
A plague of incomprehensible events; he could put none of their parts together, he could put no part of it together,
A flood fell, falling
"blue blue blue" andthen outraged sky, vailing his weapon, going every day.
"I don't dine at the King's table..." he finally replied
Sprawling mica constellations
On the hardwood, worm-writ
"There's going to be misery, a history exhaustively researched remaining far from complete."
Aims to faithfully replicate the original, yet is at best a lackluster semblance, shorter and duller than the original
Great Divide, never letdown, the passage of time making possible
the goal of conquering illusion, the corpse that never (& cannot) rots
It stood for many years, one is prowling (stalking) and one is defiant
lithe beeline, never asking why...
Wishing all on to a worse Hell yet

Since they sat in darkness there was not even the drone of swarming insects.

She hadn't learned yet, or yet learned how to look invisibly, "yes, secretly, as we speak." she said, making it obvious to all within earshot
Trying to give him the same medicines she had wanted to give her father and which were appropriate for the latter and anathema to the former.
"to not fail when they try, eternally, their considerations are warped, they don't even know what is important, life sustaining, survival, ..."

The wild horse still runs,
over microscopic precious metals, possessed through flood or magnetism or satellites or "act of god"
An assurance about the knot and the dagger
A bitter curse hurled at the sanitation here, sanitization and the poisonous blight elsewhere.
told em all to go to hell he never done it
Inthe grandfather of time, a ballad transpired here, some love gone wrong,
Older dawns and nothing will ever be as it Was. No news is good.
Gone from these days none knew where.

A blurry Atlantis from the corner of her eye
A quaking egg, the third zygote dividing itself into oblivions, in the insects' shadows.
Salvaged from the weathers, and the graveyard downriver. to the subtle obsession
And uniqueness, ran darkly down, patinaed scars
He lowered the stone with care.

(cornucopia placed and same thus admired, "brown gray alabaster," bone-colored)
Dedication ceremony in honor of...
The core of the Earth sucking their bones and turning & turning without oil...unfathomable impetus,
On the mating habits, inverted in silver shown, shiny tombstone teeth, a longdrink down his dark throat.
Old dead revelers reminiscing in the night.
...float over the cold gray void like transient artifacts from an arctic dream...
He brimmed the cup with cream, revolver
(anorexic)
He came upon the bones ofa horse
I'm sorry eye was too late, and the monster and the black stage, eye cried
Sun to sun across oblique hemispheres forever,
"the same where it was last year," she said 'neath the monoliths