“The contemplation of things as they are, without substitution or imposture, without error or confusion, is in itself a nobler thing than a whole harvest of invention.” Francis Bacon
a preponderance of glimmer
flutters from north to south
diamonds sewn into family photos
as though around the collarbone
anything goes in time five cut pears
scintillate sword to sword with shopworn verbs
a sea battle takes place
may i describe the room? cactus
flower haphazards beside something unripe
a bowl of collapsing gravity for example the ship
is our second home the minimalist masterpiece
crawls in the mirror with her small
white daughters gorgeous hardware well
paid ten great american painters
forgotten their brilliant nonces
advertise the always profitable
transgressive breasts in ibiza
no one could prevent
house beat mingles
with big capital one vibes and donald
judd atelier a table of logical laws on
a chair of metaphysical necessities
in chalk harbors sandy
short shorts granite hardware i said existence
and the nature of god the superflower
causal for profit and pleasure
in a foxhole high above chelsea
as it rushes through an elongated
coruscate electrified discharge field
blitzed with images of the italian
sense of beauty this exists: a short list
of things a poet names lost
therefore it is futile to consult a doctor
or an arms dealer
