growing, still

This begets that. Like an oven
out the loaves come, bread.
Here, I say, or, take this:
this is what I mean. Your
tears feel warm as they fall
but I couldn't say for sure.

We're still sitting here. We're
still, sitting here. We've
never been here before. I swear,
you know, 
I swear; ...I'm still sitting here.

Land of accepted parts

The land of accepted parts
is in a way the deliverance
of all problems leftist, right,
and remaining
to be solved like May salami.
That's right I'm nautical
or maybe just problematic.
I keep my Jews locked up in the attic.
I won't apologize for being creative.
And I refuse to fear what some character
might claim to want to do. All is occult.

Land

This the land of sacred parts,
the range of the smooth grains
in other words:
great sand in these parts.

On which the great rain falls
green train farms, America is limbic
& bank alarms, calls from here to there
to establish the veracity of the crime
the crime the crime.
The soul, the wine.
Watch time unwind--so trite--but seriously
I have a ball of twine called TIME &
daily I unwind it. One side of the room,
other side of the room. Its width is
how much time we have left. Its length
is how pregnant are these next thoughts:
the thoughts lent to one another,
conversation, is mental pollination.
I leave the room silent like poison gas
or a mathematically perfect ass
(although Seife is right that there's no
formula thereof) -- This sentence's
beginning was unexpectedly dark.
Sometimes our convo turns that way, Rachel,
these are real names of people I've consulted
with in real life, in dreams, in imagination.
My friend told me she saw Imaginarium of Dr.
Parnassus. I said did you know that was Heath
Ledger's last movie? She said yes. Then said,
"He is so sexy." I said, “You mean, he was.”

Nada Figs

On the one hand, I ate 5 figs
on the other, nada. Not a fig.
Not one for my right hand man. Fingerfood can be so fickle.
I chose the right side of the bed - wrong again
faced against a wall, faced with it all
dreaming of dreaming
conceiving an inception - is that possible?
perceiving deception in a mystical sense but
not able to do anything about it
with the exception of staying awake, I suppose
the only part of me asleep is my arm
and maybe my leg.
Hope the trapezoids aren't flaked tomorrow.

Topher at the salad bar

On the one hand
are found five digs.
Rift valley,
segue Briggs. Higgs,
you know--Boson. The maitre de without the inflection
and the song's wrong. But I got your soupcon
got your coupe (de) wrong; drop-top, (heme)
not the scooped long. Lamborghini; car dong.
Snakebite terrace 4. [& tobacco bong]

I looked a lot like Topher Grace
without the salad tongs.

owl broadcast 31

birds can't broadcast
but do get lost
like where go?
where'd go my condo?
I mean my condor,
just flew out the front door,
lawn chairs at the cinema
elbow grease in the quad
i lather up for the skinema
i turn up my iPod.

birds lost like hoot where
you lost there? but owl here
eyes so human now
we're straight owl-grooving, ow!

owl broadcast
number thirty-one
i left my roost
sought out a dirty ones
found a feathery missus
raised me a some owlets
killed a couple cameramen
for eating an (f)owl omelet.

U N V E I L

this   is   war
come back to my house
down the mouth
through the back
out the ass, please cut the grass
i've already been here
i don't know where else to go
--there--
where? (under (the )(blue dark  (of)
(skies ))) where (I)   (know damn well)
you    are too hiding
are too ; weld ; also too hiding
too welded to hide it -- one part ;
one body; one manse; -- all her clothes &
everything they were made of
finally gone, finally just something forgotten
do you understand how we've arrived here?
It's not the idea that this isn't something. It's the idea,
plain and simple, that doing this is good, and this is
a place to do it! BRIGHT ::::: RIGHT ::::: HOT :::::
American tragedies, as they unveil themselves
unveil

U N V eil
thEMs E L Ves
w/ ease ---

UnVeil UNVEIL ------- ::::::
as they
unveil they became dark. They grow and percolate
white golden shining edges the edges of a lark the edges
of a madman harvesting his goddam gold
  [[ the gold of wheat
     the gold of a madman
     the gold of a wheatman
     the gold of god ]]

Gold of -- What, man? -- Good gold of the old blood.
God's blood of the old good. Good God here's the bold
board. God loaf what's this van-good. Good God man I meant
VANGUARD. What hence such vainglory? How does
it so ever-presently sleep, here? How so ever slowly
bloomed out so carefully crinkled and rolled in there,
rolled in and rolled out and rolled a third time maybe,
just tolled up in there; real tight so tight we got open a window-shade
and go to town on a virgin; ;
The Great Good God of Microwave pizza
pants dropping at the luncheon, elsewhere,
there was this terrible differencing
      of place  alt  attitudes  clothes
      pierced  nipples  fear  fat-checks
      miasma (of her cigarette)  governor's blowjob

etc.

slow | candle | girl | crisis

Is fat ugly. Am I here. Where did I come from.
Is fat
is it, ... ...ugly. Do you think
you deserve a good friend (red friend)
if your treat her blue? Do you think
as time encompasses us that we know
how to raise skylarks, any longer? Going
longer than I have gone since the secessions
didn't use to pass out those folders didn't use to use those words didn't use to use those guns I didn't

so softly girl
you were so very softly something [    ]

how to explain being high
can't explain when i'm not (   )
it feels like a fever we've shaken
((A FIRE!!!)) ((A FIRE IN THEM WOODS))
a woods we've been down before but barely
remember. It's contours--mabye and edgy here,
   [an edge, there]
or a corpuscle here, maybe here's where people sat.
But being in the candle light tonight let's not let ourselves
get carried away.

Daring criticism of plastic and support of sloppy metaphor

Monsoon wrote:

"...in the sea with the planktonic swimmers
among the flagellum and jellyfish nerve nets
is an anti-bone death camp called PLASTIC INC.
reaping quarterly profits by the boatload,
the trashbag, the discarded packaging, bottles,
cartons, wrappers, decals, coatings and trimmings
and covering of all synthetic varietals
blooming detritus plastic unborn
and born again in a most unnatural soup
soup of the lakefish
steermeat of steermeat (registered trademark)
plastic of the dumpfish degraded, dead."

Months later, the media found this in their dredging of all portals interweb, and used to is show how Monsoon was an anti-plastic, anti-corporate loon. Forever lionized in the effete wooden salons of elitist scions like Georgetown. Forever vilified in the hard-working, God-fearing hubs of American paradise like Lowell, Mass. and Canton, Ohio. 

I'm a Snowy Owl

Birds can't broadcast, so we growl
and hoot about days past
perching on a porch, porching on perch
my biggest vice versa is candles.

Averse to vices like pudding pie
such as: protons and negatrons
or Megatron - Calvin Johnson
his name is Yon Yonson
he's from Detroit, Wisconsin
he was a lumberjack
now he's just black
face it, that's racist.
Fuck it, erase it
My poetry's not going over well today

Birds Are Texting Each Other

Exactly at this moment
birds are texting each other.
They've mastered our technology;
They're just waiting to take over.
Waiting for the opportune moment.
This has been going on throughout human history.
Why do you think we killed the passenger pigeons?
You think they were so plentiful they blotted out the sun, and then, one day, just like that, they were gone?
Ha ha, you. You probably believe in continental drift or "software."

(In this symphony inspired by Superman
which I'm listening to
there are whistles.
They are strangely appealing.)

The worst are the red-winged. I dare not utter their full name.
Birds called them the "black hope."
They are first in line to begin the attack and enslavement of humans. 
That's how's come [sic] we had to kill a bunch of 'em in Arkansas the other day.

You think it's a coincidence that Arkansas lost to Ohio State a couple days later? In football? C'mon. Don't tell me you believe everything you hear over the radio. You think birds can't broadcast? What do you think their plumage is for?  Why do they fly around all willy-nilly? You think they don't have PLANS for us, after all? Don't you realize they CAN FLY??? CAN YOU FLY??? How hollow are your bones? You think osteoporosis is a disease? WAKE UP, America. Your country is being stolen from you and replaced by a flighty menace: bird-people.

If birds can't broadcast I'm a snowy owl.
It's strangely appealing in this dark hollowed out tree
and I think I'll sleep, since it's daytime... in Hawaii.

Condor

Your eyes are guns. Don't look at me. Okay, look.
Can't shoot me. I'm to fun to hate. To fun to date. To grown
to be a plate, platter-ware doesn't unshine itself any longer
the fad is to BE CLEAN these days.
Ovenware. Cladmits. I believe in the
supreme power of Friends Park. Porn is nihilism. Just
move the blossom. Gross over the park bore
bore? well, a boar's cynicism. A tough world for
a young pig anyway, growing up, dodging humans,
eating snails, collards, dust-shovels, earthworms,
micro/macrotopes, topes, topes, topes . . .
I mean torpedoes and ropes and Gandalf
hope lasers spearmint gourds gourds gourds
this is a prayer or a lament
this is a prayer or a mint
the latter will help you breathe
the former will save your life
Praise Jesus
palaise de Jesus
John's house
a clover ceiling
a lung a clueless dog a home-weird falcon a cock a handsome devil
your girlfriend comparing you to an egg
your money becoming insects
your penis enlarging its skeleton
your hands become butterflies
your snake dicing itself
the same splicing weirdos
the AV club
spice
extra-terrestrials
legal highs
David Nichols
Purdue researchers
naked weirdos
slipshod wankers
British hairdos
growing out bangs
growing out hashmarks
harvesting wet dads, clad? are we? is this real life?
the snake / the hard / the water / the clobe
madeup words
half-hard caves of snakepit snowballs melted,
now water, are hardcore lies not lies polls not polls
lies i'm serious i'm joking i'm
not listening you cannot
can't end your candor accountant
a condor
a fountain
birds are texting
what's next

Hey Bo Diddley

Sup? http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=BKYSAfbOCPc

Your breath smells like guns
moo-shoo chicken
lazy-eyed truckers over-hyphenate
de-hydrated apricots
taste like rainbows

Skittles are the truth
would I lie to you?
My favorite cheese is Fluglehornn

"Luck is everything" -- Maniac Magee

Myriad Vocabulary

Bleary-eyed apothecary
Happy January
I'm eleven
Don't know what galvanize means
but I wish I did
I don't do hard drugs
I just fish and stuff

redacts

everybody r e d a c t s
   them; selves; anyway--
that is not as it / how it / as it would be
awe     shucks     her own corn
   a big     ger
   basket hangs
[in the west song
of her encyclopedia.]

Intertopz ridiculous "stake-back" offer

Preamble: 
"With all due respect to the Niners and the Cardinals, this is the sort of game we want to see on Monday night! The Jets and the Patriots get it on at Gillette Stadium in what is arguably the biggest game of the season so far and Intertops.com celebrates this battle of the 9-2 teams with a stake-back offer for all its customers."


Stake-back (!!!):
"We will refund all losing wagers on our “Exact Number of Points scored in the 1st Quarter” bet offer if a field goal attempt is unsuccessful in the first quarter!"

That's right, folks. If you guess the wrong amount of points scored AND a field goal is missed, you get your money back! Who wouldn't hop on a this train to tinsel-town? One would think a stake-back offer would at least TRY to lure in bettors, but then again they are all about this bad. 

A post entitled "Norway" but should be called "China"

One time I went to Norway. I could tell you this. This is something that's possible. Like moroseness is an emotion, or people have lunch.

One time I went to Norway. I could honestly tell you this, but I'd be lying. Deep in my heart I am a terrible coward, and nobody will ever really love me. I've been to Norway. I have went there, okay? I didn't.

I am an unrecognizable sea-species dying in a Chinatown fish store. Why do Chinese people (They exist, O.K.?) like slimy flotsam from the insipid sea? Living living livid, I tell you. Dirt would be too clean a smell. FISHY is too poor a way to describe a putrid potpie of fish innards grossing.

[NOW I SHIFT GEARS]
Oil from the fires of yesteryear paintings of the everglade. Beneath the mention is

the lynchpin to freedom--free doom. Doom for one and all;
after glade and the misery up cometh
down the grotto to the blade
with her mystery, & so forth.

Yes, I believe in Red and Blue (&white)
stripes the halls the decks of glory.
Why can't I write like I want to? Like
A canvas is white at first I hate when people say they're blank.
They're only blank if white canvas surface a surface is not white white
not a surface not white not a surface.

Can you see what I'm saying? Words
written into a machine appearing
on a screen--Meaning Can you see
what I'm saying? Pent valves of
spry cigarettes these Chinese smoke
every goddam alleyway, every shopcorner
every moment is a cigarette waiting to be drawled
dolled about longing children fawning talking
don't know what they are saying.

They cannot spell like me.

isn't

can't
say whom

can't
say when

i can swim in the light
though
float in the darkwater
everywhere

how isn't it?
you think we're really breathing?

how isn't it.
that is not a question.

he never wanted to be,
for example.
we.
that's a noun.
this a statement:
it's something i make when
i'm not making something else.

Bathless anything; Breakfast everything (PS I don't take the word "slut" lightly)

never  anything
less than the rain west
([the train north, Mest?])
more  never   anything
(...w/less rules than)
the less   always   everything
([we are our town's best]).

f r i e n d s

Benefit: (-less?)
less than that which the rain than wet; &, It's 
still what I grab that makes me a man.
(Niet!)

the
Anways
article, eh?:
 even a slut
  has got to wake up. 

It's Physics

we are prolific
we read heiros--Terrific
got a radio in my ear--Quiet down
The Navy's telling me they're gonna dive, clown,
I have whale ears; sonic testing; ow!!!
(no joke)
Yeah that's how your ears feel
(I poke)
painful under pressure
(Facebook pose)
at least it's real
the pressure of water
(but I can't even feel). 

v i c o d i n f i s h (Klonopinish)

Prologue:

Do we ever know     how a smile appears

 --maybe in distant cold, somewhere lonely, like deers--

i've erected battles before, left, right & here. 

Inaudible:

extend beyond

 rappers have seized on our short

attention             span;

i mean;                                 man;

who in-gods-name do we

tell ourselves anything other than

this is what i do: I DO WELL

me strong, more potent, more GREEDY

I’ll wipe out the police, reclaim the NEEDY

i’m here! motherfuckers! shout for joy

i look out the window like i’m opening a toy

fuck what they say I am the greatest Paloi  

put next to the Fawkes I'm next most Guy-oi

don’t gotta much sense ever glib time like Kanye

I just chill with my AP stylebook and light up

snakes on my shoulders, bitches thighs up,

fire in the corner, this shit is going down,

man is on fire like Jason has Argonauts

(amazing invisible spiders! giant yellow pots!)

I can’t see where I’m going, the future is my past

Can’t see where I going the future licks my bass

Caught fresh just like you like it hon

Caught fresh like a vicodin fish

Not even trying anymore, Good post T

insect
rosewood
melodrama
snood
lynchpin
siamese kittens
the lame pup McGonagall
snow rabbit's slippers
a little milk lost, maybe
something part electric
all the snow
rainbows beyond rainbows
grass
stone
a man named Erotic
blazing deals

Conversation (in French)

"Do I make too much social commentary?"
I asked her, fully expecting a "no".
In fact, she leaned across the table and unleashed:
"Well, on our first date you said you weren't going to ask me any questions, because you thought that q&a was the lowest form of conversation. And then on our second date, you walked across the street when the light was red, because you 'don't need baby pictures to tell you when to cross'. And how you always say that people just conform to norms without a second thought to what's best for them. So in that sense, yes, you do make too much social commentary."
"What kind of questions should I ask you?" I replied, with a wan smile.
"Not that one" she deadpanned. "And you're too sarcastic, while I'm at it. How about you ask me: how was your day?"
"Can't you just tell me how your day is? Why do I need to ask you about it? I figure, if there's something interesting, you'll tell me. If you didn't that would be weird."
"You've never asked about my family."
"Sure, I have. Your brother, whatshisname, he's in school. And your dad's a culinary artist, your mom is retired, and your cat Fredo has been dying for the last 2 years"
"None of that is right!"
"Oh. Ok, Well, I'll ask you more questions. Here's one: when's our anniversary?"
"You can't be serious. I thought you planned this dinner for a reason? Tonight is our 10-year anniversary!"
"Yes of course, I was just kidding. I'll stop being sarcastic as of now."

Caper

"If I wrote my life story on a piece of toilet paper, it wouldn't amount to shit," Antonio said, staring off into space.

"No shit, Burqaman." That was Felipe, always hanging around to throw the cauldron on. Like a witch with a hot temper but less restraint. More hate.

Felipe with his felts hats on, always asking, blunt ashing on. Burnt ham to my Burnham charm.

EXTRA STOVEPIPE !!!

All I really need
are extra pipestoves.
And gloss for the girl,
her lips that is.
Also some striped bass
for the stream yonder,
come spring. While
we're on this topic,
though, nails would be nice,
for the saplings
I intend on fashioning
into a new hamper.

Professors love having middle age students!!!

If you ask most college professors about middle age college students, they can tell you a lot of reasons why they love having them in their class!

Such as:
--They take shits!!!
--They may have had babies!
--They might know how to bake!!!
--Some of them are French spies (exclusively female)!
--Some of them are huge opinionated bitches thanks to hours in a menial position all day, with passive-aggressive tendencies to boot!!! (Not you, Cheryl!!!)
--They are hard-working!
--They take Lipitor but Pfizer doesn't see that money because their patent protection ran out!!!
--Their favorite Shakespeare might be Taming of the Shrew!!!
--Professors love a great debate with their students--it keeps them from getting bored!!!
--I'm getting bored!!! You're so meta!
--They actually show up to class!!!!!!!

Tidal or Laundry

twitter is illiterati
twice as naughty
as pants on laundry
neoNazi
James Cameron started a parade
to the Titanic facade
always receding like Ahmad
Bradshaw his dad saw
how fly he be (aw)
staring at the stars (draws)
looking at they tree (s drawls)
smoking mad cigars
smoking mad beers

I smoke so much laundry
ima take a shower
a showa
i'm my plowers
big naked muscles bitches!
i came to rhyme, snitches!
i cook you like a crab
i found in dey tidal flatz
smoking mad crab weed
smoking mad buds
then i put in my pot and cook you
bitches

Skinema

Whoa, says somebody
(as somebody wears)
a grin thin a homebody

a white horse
in the field of daisies
whiter still (Kofalk)

or more moroseness
white, the whiteness
of being, white politeness
and blackness in my
morning joe, this mud pit
of staunch white cinema
staunch bright grinema
(the grinning of a can
dleabra)

What a blanket looks like (notepad, glanced)

A.
the tomb of the dinosaur codes
like magic filaments of paper dentists
imaginary salamanders folding their chairs
and clamoring off to work.

B.
"options that would involve large-scale engineering of our environment in order to combat or counteract the effects of changes in atmospheric chemistry"

C.
really neat idea (subtle and ingenious) that definitely merits further study. It's anybody's guess whether it'll prove to be feasible in practice, but well worth exploring. And the paper is really well written and well-balanced too (David is one of the most sensible and knowledgeable people in the world on these issues)

1.
"I believe in baths,"
she said. "Mostly for birds,
but also cameras. You know,
to put things in." She relaxed,
just barely, and managed to shrug
her shoulders. "What I'm saying
is there must be a way, to end
it all, without an ending."
Inhaled. "I'm really quite insane,
aren't I?"

2.
I believe in second chances
holidays in Branson (Richard, not Missouri)
and staunch NO CANDY APPLES rules
for those without teeth.

3.
October was for black flags,
flying them,
anointing them like altars,
one by one by one
or take a second look, a good
look and a shudder and a meat pie
just eat it up, hey? look into
my eyes and see that i'm just spiriting
about the room about to peruse some
fatal elemental crabshack wondering
"Are we there yet? No." But a taco
stand, halfway to the moondrake.

Freestyle part I

What's the etymology of entomology?
Willy Wallaby.
Wannabe
like a Spice Girl.
Spice World nice girl, nice
pearl necklace.
Sexist mexicans and blacks,
attack all of em,
black olive em,
I track Taliban - Osama, Obama
Tally me banana
smoothies, strawberry
Harry Belafonte - Stephon Marbury
I'm a star so bury me
Marry me, I the wed
Day of the Dead
De los Muertos
Los Puertos
The Doors are closing- Jim Morrison
mind the gap not the chorus, son
Freestyle like a Ford Taurus: done

I'm not going anywhere!

My Letter to Posterity (Though I Still Live)

Something: is fundamentally wrong with the world.
I have always felt this.
There are things that still belong.
Love, family, friends, nature,
music, love the least among these
and at once the greatest. Our
mothers and fathers are our sweetest
reminders of where we are from
a place where elkhorns weren't put
on the wall for show, or as some
capitulation to excess, they weren't
worn as a trophy of "what-i-killed,"
they were there because
they didn't need to be, because we are
all alive, after all, just across the field
is a bighorn sheep
and in the attic
is our imagination,
bordering on the riparian.

What I see in visions is electric
like God's face being shaved or
a minstrel microwaving popcorn
for the first time. Please just us,

just this once, she urged us,
legs up on the shore, toiling
as only a mermaid can: at once
sad and happy, part of the earth,
a piece of a chapel, say: not
earthly but swimmingly, you
know, marine... that's the word,

flash!...straight out of the sunbelt
some love like the sun melts,
and all around, everything's extraordinary
in its ability to be profoundly powerless
or at once it's bright opposite: a revision.
A big apple with (too many) seeds of excess.

In Love, of the River

Have I
been through
the fire
enough times
that still
it rings
my ears
hints of a bell
chords of mountains
chiming their death away
mountains unto mountains into
a bleaker beginning, itself fried
these down-low curmudgeons
can't help retreating
looking in the mirror
reacting, saying, "More, should
have done,
more!" Or something similar
slices of throats and lozenges
culls of enamored bridesmaids aloft
"Look mother! An Owl!" & so on
the kid cameras clacking on, chirping,
chiming, clicking. Everybody's alive now,
after all, half of time's ancestors,
piled about, spitting in boxes
careening down alleyways disaster on the dial
motives unscented like a scene from a movie
on breakaway, in love, of the river.

Monsieur Fryynta

Lunch and freckles

Lunch and freckles
neckless munchkin heckles
punch you for a shekel
reckless.

Sheffield-colored maize
and bleu cheese (solid)
all the buffalo on the ranch
say moo.

Cows so emo
short on emotions, but big
on emoticons.

For once

1.
Failed, pale, carved-out canvas of a man that relents, and in so relenting, does not suppress what he ought to--

...& the intellectuals said--Hey son, look down, look up, look around--but they never spoke. They weren't close. That isn't love!

Love by what I mean by words I mean
love, a thing like a lantern in the dark, drake
that mourns the moonlight fading, an arc
of being discovered once discovered again
something you'll call a cliche
a niche a mismatch a clan a calm breeze
a canal, a mode of mysticism
a way of matching like with like
a way of being
a way of living.
You already know.

2.
That isn't what I meant. I know the answer I know
how to live. Sometimes. I know
the way of the arrow, how it flies
and in so flying does. It hasn't been
sent by anybody. Which is the same as saying
it has been. Shot thus, landing here. What
a way of putting words together, you'll
say. What a way of siphoning sand. I had
hands and I lost them, by way of the sleeve,
by way of the bands of color that stripe
my dusty dark forehead my
time for lingering my time
for hungering the minute
is now.

Come closer. He isn't here yet.
You are listening to yourself.

Wasted sweetness

I am surrounded by nothing on all sides.
I am running toward the fire.
The fire runs from me.
Mountains beyond mountains.

Please cut the lights.
Somebody's god is untamed.
Please somebody... explain yourself.
Why you are here, for example,
or maybe something like: Why am
I here? But that becomes trite, becomes a hold full of water,
and all the good and the bad that entails.
On the one hand: water something like fresh.
On the other: possible disease.
Between my hands there is air
between my hands there is sweat
between my hands there is sweet.

NOLY (Like holy but with an N)

If there's one thing I want to say to the Microsoft Corp., it's definitely this:
Side-by-side windows
are chill to the point of whiskerless.
(That is, as chill as being whiskerless
is in the cat community.)

Feels like I have to get out
all my weird shit now, not
"before it's too late," but more like
"before I quit being so afraid to
get down to the stolid business
of living responsibly and applying
myself."

Then again, I can still write really weird
(newly adverbed) things once I get
used to really being serious about my
present life. The point is
maybe this unloading kind of helps
somebody. I guess it's okay if it
only helps me. But I hope it (or
some of it) can one day help somebody
else. That's my gay little goal. 

Blowhard foolish prose

It's kind of sad to say, I think, but everything you have ever done has become allergic. Becoming your own reflection. It's called, for example, "having to take down the mirror on the vanity you are using as a desk," or whatever. What I'm saying is that I'm into symbolism. Yesterday I met this guy at the cinema. Somebody is looking at somebody else. What I'm reading might as well be Latin. My mind is a soupcon of coy meaning. There we go again. Somebody goofing. Somebody Googling the goofster next door. You know I really hate this new internet thing. Everybody has to fucking go on there every day. So many sites. So little time. So many pilgrims. Too much wine.

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[inscribed prose] ::::that space driveway
:::::the most kooked out uncanniness

;;;;;uncanned bliss like pumpernickle
sandwiches, Jews and glances;;;;;

:::::give way::::::

to the ethnic spellathon
over here over here we can't
even use these words anymore we
are assumed to be weird here we
are just so cautious (rear)
we just came so close (spear)
it just came, this snow!
it just came, this year!

Where's the lectern? (Hipster Ed.)

High at night; high as a flashlight
on the top shelf in the closet.

Voluminous as the quantity a whale breathes
let's say a Wright one. This is how much high.

Big as the Lenscrafters' tab for The Eyes of
Dr. T. J. Eckleburg.

As amazing as, per se, something worth
mentioning.

intelligence

I open the door for three--now four!--men
and Maybe I stay for a while.

Open the door for the strays
and Maybe I stray that way...
unsick beggars in the backalley
await your reconnaissance. It is not
as romantic as you believed. But you
never really could, not with a heart,
mind you? Not with a heart, that says,
(IF YOU ARE LISTENING) the life lived
in secret clay meadows from one
burned ionized distance to the past
the gray isotopes of sweet longing
fading and fading and fading...
[You know what I mean!]
Is  clearly not worth living.

Your mother could have told you that.