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 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 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 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 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 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.
My other remix oh holy tessera to proclivities in decline like ever fluttering hearts who demand favors of long elbowed sanctuary as if anything were permanent but presumptuous dances and idiots who have plucked vertical suspenders from the eerie sandstorm suspending something echoing riots around ten oh seven pee em swims the first three epochs into perfect capsules of now parietal unscrewing suddenly the feeling mutual mutual suddenly unscrews feeling into perfection episodes swim ten echo something sandstorms each rubbing a timid bank of idiots dancing permanently on the scorched elbows of the tenements who heart ever fluttering proclivities do lean into adventures oh mix and oh my.
Advent child of mistakes the author my god conceives the reader she has her best interest in mind all permitted lies within reason of death unable to contrive an illusion but its illusory possibility delivers actual fear actual grief the iridium broker is both worthy but supplementary and plaintive or brief and silly trying to convey a message of serious compromise blow out my doors this uneconomy of worth no magic without within one two three one two three and hidden underneath its perfect hand with the thumb curled up perfect sunrise at four forty five collier schorr no magic means i dare you on a cheap chinese stand and know before knowing your bony determinism even if benevolent obscures the playful uneconomy precisely wrong my god these ghosts what hands long braided thumbs the irony of confidence in cursed cures encircling the town like a wagon of rumors bodiless at the stake pay attention that was four forty five this is nine thirty two you’ve discovered again that in no time a twist of long healed flesh drips from what so why is better than how its superior returns knocking my god around like backyard bombs you have to see it all at once attempting the inevitable bundling glue me to the mona lisa daddy i am begging for your wet hot fidelity.
Ben lerner said actual ruby kiss the photograph of a kiss painting the photograph repainting the kissing photograph kissing an original thought honey do you want to come inside my clubhouse a drunk by any other name pumping the value of the original object and work cannot vapor value propitious night which is the original you had to be there in my current or lucky wrap and ribbon electricity says ben’s coffee breath rindy sam avignon two thousand and seven days inside dozens of hours of research or a quick google search clicked close like a locket wow not wow instead of running out of shells there could have been a runner in a nearby van who implant jammed that’s one example now because you can’t get the high ground on a cloud conceiving horrible corpus over served vile creatures over flowing the same eternal river banks with the same eternal bodies.