"embracing the moon, birds return to the forest, (young water) black dragon wags its tail"
"...this is real, this is the concern about the lone wolf,"
waxing taxonomical, distinguishing lone wolves from known wolves
catastrophically different present, contingent content, plus appendage,
paradox contained in a vitrine,
Nonetheless seem to believe the danger flows chiefly their way.
only posing as an ideologically sympathetic individual, and to coax, coach, hoax
towards actions
within reality (ongoing (non)linear processes)
making life better through the blood, without seeing,
the evil of another does not make you good
"I crossed the black cat's path. the black cat did not cross my path."
seeds covered in sugar
(first move) With A Roll of the Dice
diagram for an underground fortification placed next to them, speculations about an impregnable fortress,
hiding substantive and deep equivocations, and the bird, with a holographic mask
dry your eyes on me, dry your eyes on me
I wish I could remember the 1st time this happened, or when this first happened (aka youth)
"Melody Attack" initially, like a NoiseFold
In this debate - which we should just call a soliloquy - facts seem to not be listening,
She repeats, "You seem to not be listening."
conspicuous inefficacy, repudiating their own semiological
teaser spoiler, these are all hers
frenzy risqué
fast noise, melody attack,
and then
descent of animals into the valley at night
sonnets of the chimeras are masterpieces of occult
internal momentum, turbulent breakdown, shared universally, like it or
not, perspective on the world is reversed (line to circle), formal
requirement,
sinister dimension?, something observable, contemporary of Machiavelli,
"the people without land" / "the land without people"
each double-page marking up every illustration with numbered footnotes that explain the objects / details
the line grows
the intricacies of the joyful early,
sparkling and before the drought.
concealment coming from a place of deep personal reflection
the broken (out)lines of the theater
two on the roof, silence shattered, staccato percussion,
a snare drum being
played as hard and fast as possible, in an otherwise empty, abandoned, wild, or isolated place
flesh in and out of focus
only meeting clandestinely,
equally significant, predestined harmony, on the inside straight,
variants of apologia (for burning all the churches, banks, seats of
government, etc, (for example))
You don't even know what's happening, yet you're sure you want it to end.
memory makes for a very poor archive...
The opposite of one deep truth is not something which is wrong, but is itself another deep truth.
Friday, October 23, 2015
Friday, February 20, 2015
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
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
Tuesday, September 9, 2014
Out Into the Geometry
out into the geometry
so far from
the original residue, no residue remaining
which alone — until time re-enters,
Was what was making things possible again.
What it was which did break
must have been what she
when it broke all had to be begun again.
Any change, any new chance, had to be toward Earth
not, not across.
Inside of the world she says.
Narrator: we're coming to get you.
the sky a silver dissonance
the sun is silent
All the Earth (&, for that matter, as far as that goes, the whole universe, entire) necessary for a feather to fall, a falling (fastest flight, the way a falcon captures prey)
also an escape, definitely jumping
this antiquated too much nostalgia rush?
bringing sugar to the mother,& returning from with
"the plot is spoiled"
"They were inside my heart for twelve hours."
he should be embarrassed, well beyond that, might doze off or drop dead mid-sentence.
the chandelier, buried. the scrap metal, beneath the arbor, intended for an insulting boundary.
colors' locations confused and forgotten. unable to cross the span of the house, when does he expects to be able to, and leaving soon, retreating in quantity and quality, the always untenable cost.
preference or history or accident (bringing to)
ramifies beyond the scope of any prediction.
(enjoining this condition upon the future by a simple "therefore")
contrapuntal anthems and manifestos to the
attack of the mile high psychotic star ship, spectacular intergalactic battles, industrial conquistadors who would claim our future as their colony, tyrant that is saved from the necessity of killing bearers of bad news because it lives at the center of a maze in which bearers of bad news are lost before they can arrive.
Anthemanifestos continue to be necessary,
They tell me you can judge a man by his enemies
They are the sworn enemies of a hero that doesn't even exist yet.
tell me what you've found and be patient.
no idea the price
make them monumental too, more still ecological
(comprehending a ground, looking vastly around and far ahead)
beware the wrath of apocalypse,
zero or degree & infinity
tattoo, right and left shoulder, respectively.
plus classic mom. heroic effort
if (every day) a couple more hours
then this also, this also, this also...
to indicate the beginning of another idea, Shelter
(also meta-architecture
the small cursive structures,
or crystalline, crystallography, of course,
The cave
it could have been the lair of an animal,
or a beast, comes near to taste ambrosia or nectar, incomprehensible therefore voiceless,
by themselves, in a far off place, they'll never speak his name again.
won't be able to...
if the Sun is so strong
... in what shall continue, increasingly, to be of interest, to both
(primordial...and so consequent
no matter what )
possible and useful
we move in the widest possible anywhere ( narrative,
if
any thing said could
move this an inch or two,
(I would scream it as loudly as I could forever, until voice gone)
gravity,
The sky lay on the still water, flat, and subtle undulation
the wind is pushing the clouds along, and us,
the eyes; desert, or smelling of the sound of rain
the songs she wished to live
the last moments of a memory, witness caught in the thorns of just above the ground, everyone watching and with their stealth moves, tying ribbons around, wrapping banners around, everyone screaming, a point in a very long black field, like clear water in a pool painted black.
then smashed into the road, as a puddle, long bent water gleaming in after wet weather, veil of negative ions between, until wind lifts the feathers the wing, a hanging lake of black
and the brains smashed so completely into the asphalt, so well that they can't be lifted, thus must remain, All of the feathers are gathered
though, placed beneath and beneath for mourning, everyone a screaming, some advice; learn to fly, one bird, two eyes...
purple rain, starscape, bizarre mystery cube,
Mother Nature? Devil's delight,
Barking clouds, generous with his compliments, in the days before, behind the waterfall
Usufruct,
all the firmament
all the universe turning, spinning (again & again, eternal) so as to
combine, the definitive relationships are interdependent (amongst plus between plus within and within)
future and or destiny in a shallow unquiet grave.
Vacation or crisis, not yet sensitive enough
a gully washes through, the berm and then the hill, following the ditch
a hawk on course toward the scree... acres described
now the Orchard
clean fruit
the fruit gains more sugar in time
the air is subtly cooler, barely, because it is moving
a field perpetually on the edge of chaos
chess on the hill ("on the mountaintop") during the revolution
either way it is the end of both, trivial
Classically unexpected / should have known
I remember anatomy, an unexpected turn,
participating in the exploration of what was previously unknown, the prosaic ground,
(parallel history never written to the end)
Never hide yourself unless concealment is complete.
deep in landscape and always sinking further back, always at the point of being lost (passionate agility of the living)
she is beneath the piano, on her back, laying
and she hits the hard black underbelly three times.
...next lunar impact
Everyone else is already outside (having ever entered?) carrying out the operation in full daylight
the final image
of the muse
shaking out her long hair
at the window
just above the fertile dirt
so far from
the original residue, no residue remaining
which alone — until time re-enters,
Was what was making things possible again.
What it was which did break
must have been what she
when it broke all had to be begun again.
Any change, any new chance, had to be toward Earth
not, not across.
Inside of the world she says.
Narrator: we're coming to get you.
the sky a silver dissonance
the sun is silent
All the Earth (&, for that matter, as far as that goes, the whole universe, entire) necessary for a feather to fall, a falling (fastest flight, the way a falcon captures prey)
also an escape, definitely jumping
this antiquated too much nostalgia rush?
bringing sugar to the mother,& returning from with
"the plot is spoiled"
"They were inside my heart for twelve hours."
he should be embarrassed, well beyond that, might doze off or drop dead mid-sentence.
the chandelier, buried. the scrap metal, beneath the arbor, intended for an insulting boundary.
colors' locations confused and forgotten. unable to cross the span of the house, when does he expects to be able to, and leaving soon, retreating in quantity and quality, the always untenable cost.
preference or history or accident (bringing to)
ramifies beyond the scope of any prediction.
(enjoining this condition upon the future by a simple "therefore")
contrapuntal anthems and manifestos to the
attack of the mile high psychotic star ship, spectacular intergalactic battles, industrial conquistadors who would claim our future as their colony, tyrant that is saved from the necessity of killing bearers of bad news because it lives at the center of a maze in which bearers of bad news are lost before they can arrive.
Anthemanifestos continue to be necessary,
They tell me you can judge a man by his enemies
They are the sworn enemies of a hero that doesn't even exist yet.
tell me what you've found and be patient.
no idea the price
make them monumental too, more still ecological
(comprehending a ground, looking vastly around and far ahead)
beware the wrath of apocalypse,
zero or degree & infinity
tattoo, right and left shoulder, respectively.
plus classic mom. heroic effort
if (every day) a couple more hours
then this also, this also, this also...
to indicate the beginning of another idea, Shelter
(also meta-architecture
the small cursive structures,
or crystalline, crystallography, of course,
The cave
it could have been the lair of an animal,
or a beast, comes near to taste ambrosia or nectar, incomprehensible therefore voiceless,
by themselves, in a far off place, they'll never speak his name again.
won't be able to...
if the Sun is so strong
... in what shall continue, increasingly, to be of interest, to both
(primordial...and so consequent
no matter what )
possible and useful
we move in the widest possible anywhere ( narrative,
if
any thing said could
move this an inch or two,
(I would scream it as loudly as I could forever, until voice gone)
gravity,
The sky lay on the still water, flat, and subtle undulation
the wind is pushing the clouds along, and us,
the eyes; desert, or smelling of the sound of rain
the songs she wished to live
the last moments of a memory, witness caught in the thorns of just above the ground, everyone watching and with their stealth moves, tying ribbons around, wrapping banners around, everyone screaming, a point in a very long black field, like clear water in a pool painted black.
then smashed into the road, as a puddle, long bent water gleaming in after wet weather, veil of negative ions between, until wind lifts the feathers the wing, a hanging lake of black
and the brains smashed so completely into the asphalt, so well that they can't be lifted, thus must remain, All of the feathers are gathered
though, placed beneath and beneath for mourning, everyone a screaming, some advice; learn to fly, one bird, two eyes...
purple rain, starscape, bizarre mystery cube,
Mother Nature? Devil's delight,
Barking clouds, generous with his compliments, in the days before, behind the waterfall
Usufruct,
all the firmament
all the universe turning, spinning (again & again, eternal) so as to
combine, the definitive relationships are interdependent (amongst plus between plus within and within)
future and or destiny in a shallow unquiet grave.
Vacation or crisis, not yet sensitive enough
a gully washes through, the berm and then the hill, following the ditch
a hawk on course toward the scree... acres described
now the Orchard
clean fruit
the fruit gains more sugar in time
the air is subtly cooler, barely, because it is moving
a field perpetually on the edge of chaos
chess on the hill ("on the mountaintop") during the revolution
either way it is the end of both, trivial
Classically unexpected / should have known
I remember anatomy, an unexpected turn,
participating in the exploration of what was previously unknown, the prosaic ground,
(parallel history never written to the end)
Never hide yourself unless concealment is complete.
deep in landscape and always sinking further back, always at the point of being lost (passionate agility of the living)
she is beneath the piano, on her back, laying
and she hits the hard black underbelly three times.
...next lunar impact
Everyone else is already outside (having ever entered?) carrying out the operation in full daylight
the final image
of the muse
shaking out her long hair
at the window
just above the fertile dirt
Friday, May 23, 2014
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.
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.
Monday, April 21, 2014
they eat flowers for dada weatherman
they eat flowers
with their tongues
and bend their backs
lateblooming wildflower,
raging, instability of after harvest,
the song of the women (present) is to invite you
"I know someone who can."
laugh, new neon colors
drinking the fruit, eating the fruit, smashing the fruit all over my face,
walking the streets this way, at the usual time, or much later
in the wet weather past
(nature is the emotional thermometer outside the window)
the mysterious female is the valley from which the world has emerged,
turning over in measure
just put them in, seeds and all
foreign rotation, the beginning anyway( is the end)
the flame returns
a horde, fed to satiation, with the feeling, no matter how much
maybe it's fire that spreads climbing the hill, its belly,
"something that she said," she says (sweating)
at the top of the hill, subtly pointed horizon, the original there...
you always pass in front of me, so I burn for you
cut not softened, possibility of scarring.
fiction (friction)
We construct abandoned bridges.
strings attaching
to make a net, broken-faced resents, doesn't like what he's catching. his ocean is only filled with
what he put there, repopulating another gulf eventually, & some of this is genetic materials
a sword stabbed (embedded) into the ground, perhaps to grow green leaves of happiness
bisected difficulty in covering withmetal
challenges of, a skin ofmetal
wall removed, floor removed
corresponding spectacularly with a vanishing point;
no possible center,
not opposites / differences or degrees, temperature
storm approaches, only from the left, throwing it far, when the news is received
but these things these things are told like a mystery
glossolalic ambidexter, fictive
edited ... deadly duels and dark deceptions,
murmur (more a whisper) radius
latent
flower unfolded itself
wider spreads fire
(violet periphery)
in the dark-blue night, above the treeline, remembered other dreams
Out in the rain, thunder holds a grudge (he in his interior speed)
my gaze surviving
& the beast, still...
red-skinned and shitting from his mouth, this time
each finger a forked tongue
entering upon sudden understanding
making himself aware of such difficulties. a boulder crashing down singularly and suddenly , again & again (and him under...)
we do not feel as we want any longer, we can feel what we are
in these still apparently holy surroundings
the demolition can occur in the hearing of...
concatenation, encephalograph
temporal impossibility paradise
impossible to make spelling mistakes, one decade before the millennium
do not dare, I say god be damned shut that right the fuck down right now, directly
I will not let you
that was always a bad idea, a pox
memory of water hypothesis
"looking out the windows, peering out the venetian blinds" he
we approach the present, toward recognition
older, younger, anything, music unheard.
a (space)ship adrift, for how long
recollection of navigation
Perfect example of where we should have been, attempting to get lost
deep within
in a hollow of the space that spreads,
stark gestures, the strength of edges (larilla)
and my body is the surrounded space
reversible in the reflection of a shadow, "My eyes threw themselves all over, piercing seeing and sleeping."
(ellipses, passage between)
approximate and unharmonic colors
strafing
punishing center, incendiary devices
nice as well
to live in a cave alone, drinking your tears
napalm on wildflowers,
as far as I know
thriving in a warm environment, warm and wet,
tear-stained from beneath,
Dividing the grass in search of the snake
marginal daydream
a star in an eggshell, or; an egg with the flesh of a star
once stained, remains stained...
even when discarded, audio artifacts, two kinds of information at once is imagination and the imaginal,
every single calorie (necessary heat) and the star measured thusly
with their tongues
and bend their backs
lateblooming wildflower,
raging, instability of after harvest,
the song of the women (present) is to invite you
"I know someone who can."
laugh, new neon colors
drinking the fruit, eating the fruit, smashing the fruit all over my face,
walking the streets this way, at the usual time, or much later
in the wet weather past
(nature is the emotional thermometer outside the window)
the mysterious female is the valley from which the world has emerged,
turning over in measure
just put them in, seeds and all
foreign rotation, the beginning anyway( is the end)
the flame returns
a horde, fed to satiation, with the feeling, no matter how much
maybe it's fire that spreads climbing the hill, its belly,
"something that she said," she says (sweating)
at the top of the hill, subtly pointed horizon, the original there...
you always pass in front of me, so I burn for you
cut not softened, possibility of scarring.
fiction (friction)
We construct abandoned bridges.
strings attaching
to make a net, broken-faced resents, doesn't like what he's catching. his ocean is only filled with
what he put there, repopulating another gulf eventually, & some of this is genetic materials
a sword stabbed (embedded) into the ground, perhaps to grow green leaves of happiness
bisected difficulty in covering withmetal
challenges of, a skin ofmetal
wall removed, floor removed
corresponding spectacularly with a vanishing point;
no possible center,
not opposites / differences or degrees, temperature
storm approaches, only from the left, throwing it far, when the news is received
but these things these things are told like a mystery
glossolalic ambidexter, fictive
edited ... deadly duels and dark deceptions,
murmur (more a whisper) radius
latent
flower unfolded itself
wider spreads fire
(violet periphery)
in the dark-blue night, above the treeline, remembered other dreams
Out in the rain, thunder holds a grudge (he in his interior speed)
my gaze surviving
& the beast, still...
red-skinned and shitting from his mouth, this time
each finger a forked tongue
entering upon sudden understanding
making himself aware of such difficulties. a boulder crashing down singularly and suddenly , again & again (and him under...)
we do not feel as we want any longer, we can feel what we are
in these still apparently holy surroundings
the demolition can occur in the hearing of...
concatenation, encephalograph
temporal impossibility paradise
impossible to make spelling mistakes, one decade before the millennium
do not dare, I say god be damned shut that right the fuck down right now, directly
I will not let you
that was always a bad idea, a pox
memory of water hypothesis
"looking out the windows, peering out the venetian blinds" he
we approach the present, toward recognition
older, younger, anything, music unheard.
a (space)ship adrift, for how long
recollection of navigation
Perfect example of where we should have been, attempting to get lost
deep within
in a hollow of the space that spreads,
stark gestures, the strength of edges (larilla)
and my body is the surrounded space
reversible in the reflection of a shadow, "My eyes threw themselves all over, piercing seeing and sleeping."
(ellipses, passage between)
approximate and unharmonic colors
strafing
punishing center, incendiary devices
nice as well
to live in a cave alone, drinking your tears
napalm on wildflowers,
as far as I know
thriving in a warm environment, warm and wet,
tear-stained from beneath,
Dividing the grass in search of the snake
marginal daydream
a star in an eggshell, or; an egg with the flesh of a star
once stained, remains stained...
even when discarded, audio artifacts, two kinds of information at once is imagination and the imaginal,
every single calorie (necessary heat) and the star measured thusly
Wednesday, December 11, 2013
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
(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
Wednesday, October 23, 2013
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)
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)
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