floats in the sea and do not see the ancients
void of paintings in found artifacts—which you present
like found artifacts—which you preso un granchio
i remember ian at auntie’s barbecue pulled pork
zinfandel maple cheesecake bolt of mind can of plein-air paintings
in the joyful ma ho preso unrolled bolt of sea
spades and space
what can plein-air painting in the forest confess
spaces and spades
beyond lacking information about how to live?
go outside meet the forest’s entropy
eye to eye what type of ancient void
paintings of celestial objects—which you will know about
what auntie’s done
dazzle in bayonne
them i
spot the battleship a
brave
thing in me
but
better in college
baionnettebayonne
diminutive bayon
i am a
human who
sits unlike a trough
purchased long at
the
academic front leaking
a long narrow open container
for animals
to eat or drink
out of
control
frightens
thought
thread-eye
rarely painted red
“How I make my way through this thicket of information—how I manage it, how I parse it, how I organize and distribute it—is what distinguishes my writing from yours.” Kenneth Goldsmith
young ago what grew
language mostly
better county historical
in all it suits ownership
old past diction
encourages but no one end
of Samuel Johnson his own way
for it might birth you when is
I found sometime quiet and right
I could have good people
where steamrolling after whitening
ago what ought today end one
the anniversary and for it
happened then family tethers
sanctification but now when
the years of -isms came up I wanted off
after county and the end of blunders
but now you build a sub-world
answer at the natural arts
an after and I did it myself
houses are in their ignorance natural
arts crawled up my personalism
and actually chose a reliable
want at the any-think of could
looking as his store polities
book pages cherub exhaust cherubs
happen rally it’s a waster
sentification the madam
publish sentencing a book
a page a woman after with family
tend arranges individual cannot
just drudgery interred ignorance
anecdote as well I did not go over
that party betters and so far lost
people so I drifted in neither studious
anecdote nor steamrolled up I went to make
because it is
what I what I
“I’m / here to follow pages on academics and turn Burt / to a decade / of hits”
Year went to
get a
bunny at Orange
Oliversity,
he was dating a musician who
is fake
and new
and full
of businesses.
I never turned anyone into a pig.
They’re diversity cooked a
teaching felt
lines to become a lawyer. Burt,
a
poetry,
Greg, a papersonic poet, deigned to leave the evening
with
his family
in an inelegant gesture in 2010,
I’m sick of your world
his best feature was
his timing. The
effect it had on Burt was brutal.
But he
said. “I’m
here to follow pages on academics and turn Burt
to a decade
of hits
graphic and critical attendances,”
Your men weren’t bad men;
noting
several bruised
townhouses with his
head.
He already felt a fellow, and
Louise Glück, went near to
long
breaks of blank white space and the
A&E reality network shopped his job
If I wanted only to hold you / I could hold you prisoner.
leaving
his daughter
drawn on a slow page of
poetry.
Greg
become his family.
missing
for
a
snow day
officials think they remained so
at the campus discovering mice
The snake
discovered beside missing students
the
campus
trained the
snake was dangerous and determined
the snake was locked
The snake
was locked.
The snake
discovered dead
missing
the door
weighted
lid
missing
from its cage
mice
eyes out.
Sandpaper tin reflection
Alternate lines of age and waves
From what optical cauldron,
of cold correlative connection,
Three sisters of sanitary sane wage can weigh.
Drums do disrupt the aural presentation,
particle collision,
Of tan ten point game (Blood trickles
like from a spout to
funeral cup
Or black and blue Jack genteel,
In thee ruined
ashy
sometime buried, brazen,
cordial waveweepy
poorchild
(Will never
know skill
vicious, venereal,
tornado, flaccid,
and Always Divorcing
Luck.
This is a game.
Surely looking it the direct opposite of
something.
Fire Smell,
Angry Open Mouth
(Cavity: another poem
another time
But a solid memory:
Your lips that
some... times,
I may convince my infertile soul,
Is just the rancid battery acid
burning, bitter,
base
of my own desire to control,
But surely I hallucinate.
The drugs will always be my friends on
the battered bow of my brow
bucking and baying in the balkan wind
where memory as a function
is an afterthought
and thus
col
lapse
s on
its
elf.
And Carol once told me,
(Or did she show me?
(Was it Discourse
or
Intercourse?
That cards and chips, drugs
and die
Do not make the casino spin,
the doors invisible / dividable,
the theory, obviously
Gestalt,
but obviously Everyone's
Mine ('s),
Are ineffable.
Sure
As you blow cornered cat kisses
into hands that only
Self-Pleasure
The only coin could possibly
erupt
would be
Self
Love / Digsust.
"Face it, Carol,
This could go either way."
The felt is actually a mirror
and the world is green,
The mirrors you sing into aren't
conduits
of vanity
but portholes
peering headlong into
Hell
is what you make it
is the constant perversion of the inverted
is the correct answer
is reality unwrapped
is rejection
is hope and dreams
is what you finally decide
is the color of
your home
your child's eyes
the color of your lover's
skin.
is Charron's copper paddle.
"Carol, this can go one of two ways."
Have you ever crossed a river?
is my response.
Luck.
He guides you,
tells you cooly:
stroke
roll
live
love, Ha
just Hope.
Luck.
He'll be here to hold your
hair back as vomit
erupts from your teeth,
but those lucky fucking teeth
violent
But, Fucking
is
Like
Melting
Butter, Mister.
Only a buck fifty a stick,
Useless when its hard, Ha
But, Don't
Worry
now, it'll melt soon enough
Then,
you can worry about
what you'll be baking, boy.
The room's spinning
there are no reflections here
but rice paper walls
with violent shafts of
blue gloom screaming
Through.
Here it comes again,
Again
the hand is shook
And,
You're hearing colors.
"There are other things in life like butter, Carol."
Does it stick on the wallpaper,
like melting glass
marching on their backs
similar to tears
but slicing furrows
into
The Wallpaper
And drip down in shots of deep run blood
Everytime you manage to remember a thought
Spray starch is your Mother
ironing her wallet.
Sylvester drooling spittle like the Sirens'
eternal wail
is dementia at seven.
You began young and look where
it dropped you off,
Ass bleeding,
bazooka joe, melted chocolate and
semen smashed silly
into your toothless twist of a
smile.
"Listen Carol, I don't think this is going to work out."
You never win.
Snakes don't have synesthesia
when you close
your eyes
and scream,
until you scream.
The Siren's Eternal...
What was it?
A cackle?
A dream?
did it echo?
did it shoot craps
and loose sleep?
A bible?
A book?
even A page?
A page of music?
That's It!
"Carol, sing that song again.
"And, Carol?"
"Don't ever stop singing."
I lost it
what is it
objects mean
where is it happening what
him her shrinking away from the window what
does it mean
him her
you keep saying it but what does it mean
him her
him her
him
1,000,000 miles away
closer closer closer closer closer
a million miles away just stayed away
just to stay away a phone call away the trash
can reach out I
can reach out I
don’t want to reach
out I want to reach out I
can’t reach out with what hands with
what feeling with what emotion with
what connection with what 1,000,000 miles
away I keep saying
but what does it mean do I
want to do I
want him
know I
want her
to do I
want him do
I want myself
do I
know myself
cannot be
myself can
I know myself
him her
him him
him him
him her
hand
in her
her hand in her
what do I want when
do I want it
why
do I want to do I
want to do I
wanted him just 1,000,000 miles
away so so close no
closer what
do I want can’t decide
why
do I shrink
away from the window
wide wishing away from the window
when he comes closer
was running
away from the window when he comes
closer what do I want
to get from the window what
do I want to see you
know
what kind of light do I see
in the window
to experience walking
away from the window what
do I experience staying closer
to the window why
meditate one meditate why
come closer
we come
close at hand
her her keep saying
it but what does it
mean her
her her her her hand
him
him walk
Keep talking that’s what’s the problem
just keep talking just
keep talking because I need you
don’t stop talking. Recording keep talking
keep talking keep talking keep talking you’re not
ready
yet you’re
not
you’re not interested
I’m not ready
what are you ready for you
not ready
you’re not ready
to talk to you
to listen you’re not ready to
talk and ready
to listen
keep talking
what is it what
is it to listen
how do you listen how
does one learn to listen how
does one learn to need how
does one learn to learn to learn
learning leans into learning and
learn to lean into learning hope
for some learning and learn something to lean into
learning and sale do you sail what’s for sale what is for sale sale items only do you lean into learning and
sell something do you sell what you’re sailing
do you do well to sell what you learning
you lean into learning to sail into selling
what do you learn from this sale what
do you earn what do you learn to earn what do
you turn in
selling your sails what do you sale towards
a leaner you
him her
him her
I keep saying it but what does it mean
you keep saying it but what do you mean
I’m building something like a palace-like
you’re like a yurt like a palace
small no no no
more
like a heart made of leaves
and memories and
what do I use to find the leaves
what kind of palace do I want to sell
what do I learn what do I sail
what kind of sales will I use to bind the leaves
sales sales sales
This distraction where does it come from
where’s it going what her
you keep saying it but what
do you mean this distraction
this distraction
this color coming from this screen
this distraction this pixel this point
this point stretched out over the horizon
this picture
him her what does it mean where you going
him hurt
you keep saying it what does it mean this
distraction this pixel this point this poke this
what you’re trying to build this what
does it mean why
do you need to bind the leaves that leave
us here why have her why this leaf leaves us here’s
him hurt
you keep saying it but what does it
mean what are you building
what are you trying to build
what do you live
what are you living where are you going
you losing the message pay attention to
him her him
what are you saying what
do you mean what
are you saying what does it mean
him focus
him him him
focus you and him 1,000,000 miles away
him what does it mean what are you looking for
what do you want then then
him
focus what are you saying
what does it mean what does
What I’ve learned about long walks of course
Was taught by the whiskers of a reservation man
Lashing a horse
Sterile tracts of pale kentucky blue grey shale
Don’t take them
Or take them seldom by mail
Stretching out like a dying dog
between
The pickets and Queen Anne
For a loss
They can’t
Be beat
The beat
Across the lawn
The lawn along the limb
Where does nightfall end
And daybreak crown its gin?
