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>“Every generation has a keyhole to which its eye is pasted.” – Mary McCarthy, 1953 “Don’t push too hard.” – Family Motto, 1945-2010 I’m just as callous for factsas the next cough, itch or cancerthe pillow all hardness, air ofunlit matches, spread over evenlywith a clearjam; Continuing on hungry when conventionalwisdom so damnably at-the-ready:“Touch this…

>Isolation’s axisTumbling past proportion& barrels hiddenConsequential mast lookToward the moving end; extremeIsolation’s axisIn distraction & obviousBack to gravityAt gravity’s backThe system’s not dizzyJust preening and fatIsolation’s axisAny sky redBut the proper bevelTakes lifetimes of practiceYou cannot affordNot today & not with loveOr patience; no secretIsolation’s Axis

> Introduction A – On What He Will Say, For The Kid Take care & grind downscraping into the semi-solid baseright there before the adorationnothing more than no-actualizationoffering pure potential & whatcan be done with these now? downwind the seed coat will breakinharmonious, awkward shuffling feetfree of metaphor you ask the same questionsof someone new,…

>the initials carved into the treeout front of grandma’s house an incantation, provingnothing of magic in this world soil better for the seedsbucolic burials left to feed lies uproot, the defying tree still standsthe letters will not dissolve with rot what erases or creeps upon, mires what one once knewnone shall know, but there is…

>still without the white windbut aching, then a coughno, the sky palms its cool raintoward the eastern shore’s aching eyesprone, though immune to the festering sunfluid-filled lungs      &your scream across the outerbridgenever not but a bell unrung so insidethough abandoned missinghalf, thought not betrayed or flayed flatand catching that which fills meone can do so…

> given that it is morning certain chores must get done forget the teeth the spare skin littering the livingroom’s floor first you must jump the puddledull sing alive the lights and have a look at yourself deeply brightly dark with adjectives the mirror is well unlock the door kindly beg each deer escape and…

>”I’m sitting way too close to the fire with all the shit I’m dosing imprecisely on the precise moment the minute hand lumbers over the swollen 12s, 3s, 6s or 9s that just keep coming “For years I’ve watched that same bland round black and white timepiece with the rounded black arms ticking and clicking…

> sorry for what you’ve become while you were sleeping i fell in love it didn’t take long, i know maybe i think i could be wrong gypsy handed rush of blood ruby-eyes crush juvenile love desire wet dependence, addiction addled remorse soul’s resolved divorce transfixed as she drifts off.

> Comfort or quietnothing echoes whenthe windows let up their gazesnow falling somewhere, breath insidesoon a child’s steel will freezeno thing can satisfy me noyou will never be enough, mollify. I walk beyond seasons all the glasssurrounding the lattice I am the windows are not quietstorming, their work is tempered by chariot fireby mythic largess by greed by I though…

>‘The pink is pulled in now and that’s fine, but what about the panic and the fear?  what about you-know-who who will happen to the whole fucking world if this thing happens today i like things the way they are, i don’t want this new thing coming here and, yeah i’ve got the power to…