I am pleased to announce that i am not a wave though here i am again and again and again dissecting don’t sweat the small sweet crystals they sweat right back pirouetting after seaweed green garland rollicking bleakly beside neptune randomness but expect of course the sound of the familiar horizon over of course i’ve been showing and not telling for millennia the young drum beats us citizens asleep on a victorian day-bed in the pelican’s eye according to the playbill behind the paywall we are barely human sized and soon we were among the luminous waves bigger and bigger than everybody’s soul the boats boast monopolies cutting and sigh at the sight of violent wailing in our crib bathed in crisis o prince of dundrasil i beg of you explain the details which cannot escape by plane train or ship we’re all suspicious now the old ecuadorian church outside eats lay’s on a mattress in the back of a chevy minivan floating in asphalt who wouldn’t be perfect for a saddle or two in their lifetime then what am i the brainwashed sunflower seed sutra foregrounded against a white highchair hand to hand grappling light and then there’s light like honeybrick eyes to my daughter mediated through copyright law which is sweetly ironic since i can get a robot to do anything with prairie dogs defect and say otherwise jeopardizing our sacred supreme commander my mind proselytizing you must pilot the eva i read that on someone’s instagram profile from tokyo three i don’t even know who you should take and whether you should take them as a compliment underneath that mustache there’s again joe brainard’s son playing dice with colors and the length of the line.
Jef Les Deux Magots Tells Me
Jef les deux magots tells me rich fought james here no noise no one wanted here a scaly oak into the icy glare of sunset on eagle’s wing versus don’t play hogwarts legacy there’s a mod for that a haiku of drag down racing streets seven foot wide with a tedious grin similar to the passing train window’s laggy saggy salvage.
The Propane Tank Shimmering Gold Balloon
The propane tank shimmering gold balloon around its trench coat cotton belt its big bone boy the bulb above apartment eight erupts sans riddim.
No Matter How Well You Play
No matter how well you play your children die before you your spouse divorces you you lose a few wars one of your trusted council unceremoniously murders you many bad things happen to you history is messy it’s all design.
Twirl 100 (An Aside)
This is it this is the book all the poems beside the photos all tabulated with the right poetic references both pure and imagined the reading now and this in the sad score o the violence to the breath and spine that was what i came here to say.
Acid Bark Of Petroleum Too Waste
Acid bark of petroleum too waste imagine never overhanging the city snake colossal hiss kisses armed icon retching sky too on feasting dawn i at the heart regret ever in this sour game the chaplain’s ten point star strewn too scenes too entertain too stretch too reflex too glacier too gamble too gone tossed too faithful.
Abnegate Sunrise Slaughters Endless New Grief
Abnegate sunrise slaughters endless new grief fear finally finally self reclaimed from the scree come back and synchronize it is a new day inside a new day inside.
Which Was Tantamount To Actuation Which
Which was tantamount to actuation which was overwhelmed by the weight of the black wall’s shadow which was an aged yellow tag on a cheap bag of pencil mustaches which was ellen burstyn and john mcaffee sweetly singing into still black coffee in the early nineties which was unable to stop laughing which was beauty which was age which was never to be sound engineered which was five hundred glossy promo shots for the knives to work up which was both of which were found at critical mass which was eschewing the holidays for speaking archaic about national subjects which frankly bj leiderman composed our theme within one hundred cherry red yards which was permanently what they asked me to tell the coroner the psychologist the commissioner which was as if john waters fronted suicidal tendencies.
Strangle Me In Thee Ballistic Aire
Strangle me in thee ballistic aire of boston electric gagosian of invalidating fences employed to describe whatever you desire preprogrammed plague innocuous hebrew pockets distributed as though sewn into the bottom of the ocean by whom unhinged shocking applier of starts and brakes over intelligence or proximity america decides everyone was used to the name en plein aire so you see this house of email abuse so you bought a pound of nü modernismo but received a decorative set of abbreviations yes my father owns the gallery yes his father owns the studio storm clouds gather overhead tho not for us lol.
Grenzsituation Genuflection The Crisis In Berlin
Grenzsituation genuflection the crisis in berlin looks cool as hell get ahead of yourself these are my conditions a density of stimuli providing vehicles through time astounds the professor though people come and grow in a room full of michaelangelos as the tail begins its lion’s taming steps in on or what if it’s just the lyrics to staying alive right down the middle cleaved and all you’d have to worry about is disgruntled voice actors dear ovid and the jews will you please identify streaking grey across the hunter’s chest i picked up my phone to google vatic and five years had passed straw man torrents curious so i ate a klaxon paucity of gilt her treachery was too easy o reflecting goblet parabolic defibrillator of self blind in meteors swarming the storm of cosmic traffic no thundercat holding the bag deep in the hole of nemik’s manifesto of the late late spoils.