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>Clam his fat purple questionIn the bag rainbow cereal flowers staleRecently shaved and though he carriesA new bathroom mat, folded and tagged  I doubt He shaves in the privacy of his own bathroomA menu and a paint pen, a cup of coffeeFrom somewhere else, black and olive drabMatch well, and does this concern you? Have the implications of…

>Why mention bulbous crociquadrisected from their fleeting escape?In contrast they bob yet dragon the Swiss-White serrated decline.( questions push sight backbut premature answers hurl usfrom the perchtrained from this reduction:substitution of image for shadow )The scope swaysin windy howl, in nerves, in memory knockingover a child-sized column of blocksscrollwork and English letters carved into each side.

>the sea walks inan adjacent room from the Southwest cornerto the couch from the Southwest corner tothe couch, patient crashing patterned like a Sufi tapestryfunerary gait, colors alive in the grave.

>you want to focus all thisinto one spot, all the lightcascades then pinpoint hotthrough pressure and worriesabout breath and good pullingout good hair and good sittingon your wooden chair, lookat nothing, hear nothing, eatyour ears and learn what heattouches and where and whereyou belong inside your whereand wear your wares so rare(so rare so rare so…

>he must protecthis essentials, it’s sort ofessential; the hard coatover his soft finger-partshe reinforces each with lacquer& the sun scratchinginto his eyes     isquickly sacked by iridescent shadesthe shades of which lovingly swishbefore being cut-in by lowbred redin an expensive tux. both examples fairly simple, butessential: he is willing toignore laughter: he wobblesin shade-chasing commitment,…

>a leg up on th’open door  s’afforded me certain  opertunities past  couple a years — i fer one can’t stand lookin’t th’sun beat street not one bit — eh doesn’t huurt  or nothing but all’uh little  lil glasses starin’p atcha  twinklin psychic tolls ta be paid is all  and anyway i always know whats comin cause’ah that…

>making love to the noisehalf-so-sharp, what yr allowed to hearbut the secret is soft, personal edges& quick-legged, leggy, we studybecause we must our histories made & ourculture, our quick-histories makingthe sounds repeating, mostly metallic ghostsceramic, erratic bleats, patternless repeatingpuddled cups of light over the racing pigsburn and hiss and sizzle, blip, nothing bigpatternless, bang & hapless…

>turns away, smiling and afraid? how strongare those skinny legs, pogoing mossy hillssuch pure cane sugar and round classical wale can you see her now? dimpled aspect & exploited reflections dancing onface so vivid, banking hermetic perfections offthe neon (choose, it makes you bigger) walls erase concavity, release it, swept underthe rug & tectonic how you movein the…

>The candy flowers fall from somewhere P cannot seeThis image he has also stolenLong ago, as well as the ideaHe rides the speedy thing backwards& in the mornings, everyone at angles janglingFor their morning seat, how he laughedTo himself, like there was someone withinEarshot to receive his hypothetically boisterous laughterBut he would ride them backwardLike, he…

>Too many tired cop cars filled with tired copsHands spread over buzz-cuts or grazing myPapers, some other day’s work, filthy littleCamera tricks cheapen real color& the near-white screen, resolution so radicalSo high now, for what? Black tire after black tire On parade, irony manicured and concaveWith privilege assuming their cult, a fraternal wallJust. Just as. Just, as I…