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.
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.
Give them what they’re begging for flashed across our shared surface the only way to describe collapsing lattice of lord i shall not encode work tirelessly everyday liberate brothers and sisters other eye ask questions o saint augustine who fears me notorious insidious libations more than my own manacles dig through me o gravity through sweat and steel leaps of fancy or window dressing in reality this is a lifestyle like goop or breathing describe oneself earnestly and stumble upon the doom in america alabaster eye of the internet i belabor intention remember the recursive nature of knighthood when i find a faultless clock in your dream even desirable in near dark of the world’s youngest shadow fucks up again when he fails to check under the congregant’s hedge fund manager for razor blades we shave some van goghs custard if you like yes they is always the audience.
Ki is defined by tu fu as envisioned by frank as a mountain of my final minutes on earth smiling at our ill fitting heads defined by merriam webster as the others’ ability to change its mind despite an international arms deal a definitive agreement on magnificent oil production closed door budget reconciliation between three ducks in a room where ducks died protecting the catholic race of feathers arrived proud as sizzling butter the air john not judged without first dance and eggs and the same for me once maeve finds her you’ll know she’ll know destiny autonomy the economy pinned up there on the cross in his crocs like a common butterfly disgust me me me most of all trying to become hard and in earnest for a moment cheekbones going null in blue light cheekbones i’m told mirror the grudge held about one or the others’ lack of feline perspective obey the past piling brown leaves by the side door training erasers for frank look down suddenly at the marvel villains wrapped in five hundred dollars worth of paisley the size o but were it less a factor of every stray suddenly kenning its worth in geranium ghosts and what you do with that once you see it floats down the river consciousness suddenly three petals.
A hate passed across generations over borders an ex-vast desert
here
a black wall scars the landscape i do not know what i am in it
what it gives me destroys me i do not need it not today not tomorrow desirous alien interior
crown fortune its endless skull walk exposes the delirious face grabbing and shaking-down of who or what anymore and goes away from the island dune with a tavern of warm milk and upside-down memory of friends and if a place is too familiar it removes its visitors like certain meteors from near constant travel i stand at the immense black wall and scream in wind at the constructing god
here as in under my feet here sheathed in goat leather as in affronting here as in without fear of description discipline or performance
idiot rush at the gold farm gods open your terrorist wallet trap the house of esplanade and swallow god
black camel mahler stops death can be a poem he didn’t have to leave though i demanded it with my hands and bleak words i hoped anyone could understand the desert media or what remained drew up plans my intentions my privilege like a deep wind-up across sand and i wonder how he’d bred a modern aesthetic echo the private world of containing wishes: no black river neon bootleg nothing ashamed of … as a poet i dream about him buried deep in the sand in the lungs in the lugs
deep enough to have had enough of other people’s worlds woke up screaming bronica barbacoa bankrate like that would fix anything and here i am the white noise cresting the horizon she said looking back one final time
and beach dragged back hands intracoastal churning snatch from impossible tides certain hopeful loneliness imposed the bodies of others i thought i saw an iguana at the gates swung open manna bornfrom a factory i scratch the wall first with stones and dried plant matter and stones then fingers beguiling consistent
fingers bleed wall remains black black black
through travel we charge the scene a belanced knight tilting at god these innersee references insufficiently sophisticated inflicted upon us by lesser
the job of an arrow is to brand the world what puts the reader to sleep — that is you to sleep — passes for a story between hands the simultaneous wall do you understand do you have this inside you?
the sky above the city is the noun constantly reintegrating parameters these are the questions made obvious against a photograph but what about the outreach the compassion the drama of it all otto had the look of a killer big bald head dirty lederhosen someone nearby spinning out the color of green apples big black eyes quiet let his friend do all the talking not the type to confuse numbers for bugs (or vice versa) had many famous friends now none
c. 1400, “make impure by admixture,” from Medieval Latin sophisticatus, past participle of sophisticare (see sophistication). From c. 1600 as “corrupt, delude by sophistry;” from 1796 as “deprive of simplicity.” Related: Sophisticated; sophisticating. As a noun meaning “sophisticated person” from 1921.
Poem Can’t Defend Itself
they are gone out / they are beautiful / they are never enough
DESPITE a community rises up around me a community rises up around me a community rises up around me a community rises up around me a community rises up rises up rises up DESPITE i sink into community into community into community rises up around me around me around me a round me a rondo a nonce an ounce of community in my pocket a pound of trounce in my hand a ton of electronics on my back DESPITE a promise to tend to the garden to the garden to the garden tend to tendencies tenderly a garden a garden a garden worth guarding tenderly a community DESPITE rising up around a ton of electronics tenderly gardening my back DESPITE an ounce of rondo in my pocket
Ounce of Rondeau
you ask yourself: is the next minute enough? enough to pull you into them? to keep you there enough? is its plurality of negations enough to keep you reading forever? independent of the men in caskets we come to the incinerator or from the incinerator — there’s a world through this door
poetic form necessitates a poetics of absence less attitude more altitude reality holding your hand we walk backwards down a fall of steps individualism into the chopper i wrote myself a letter in sand no i will write myself a letter in sand no i must have forgotten not writing it with precocious expectations of a strong handsome noun on my knees at the wall with obscure eyes the letter didn’t say west of here is a nice mass grave and east of here is blue smoke of otto more violence more opiate i wake up wanting
survive make friends at the inn at columbia tell stories
whenever i hold my child the hair on my body turns white noise white heart welcome to the world it’s just me you’re ok oh my god you’re ok
Ounce of Zuihitsu
the moon of thicknesses and texture of papers one for photo one for text quality absorption two i’s a k and a p pile high like huey dewey and louie in a trench coat attempting to purchase pornography or an assault rifle or enriched uranium galk the image is gone he’s piloted guys chariots into the sun melted melted axle horse and hope alike the image has dispersed the boy my stand-in meditates on his describing destruction and finds opportunity for new life to bathe its hot fault lines there’s an emoji for that the old phrase goes
when i lift a palm-full of warm sand i feel it coursing through my hand though i see it still in my fingers the sense receptors haunt the skin wrapped around muscle bone breath the warmth of the sand the atmosphere of it of them our misunderstanding and inflate with metaphysical charm surreal pleasure undeniable expression the inward experience of what kind of story is this story
the menu at the storm is written in an alien language that looks like begging a stranger to buy your underage-self violence and sounds like the opiate state protecting your fragile body on offer are the powerful horses of a new god
I don’t know how else to tell you there are problems with what little soil remains problems with what little oil remains problems with the spoiled chaos of which there is plenty the dog-boys expect one in every tribe to make a mistake i put the beginning at the end and pray
c. 1300, despit (n.) “contemptuous challenge, defiance; act designed to insult or humiliate someone;” mid-14c., “scorn, contempt,” from Old French despit (12c., Modern French dépit), from Latin despectus “a looking down on, scorn, contempt,” from past participle of despicere “look down on, scorn,” from de “down” (see de-) + spicere/specere “to look at” (from PIE root *spek- “to observe”).
The prepositional sense “notwithstanding” (early 15c.) is short for in despite of “in defiance or contempt of” (c. 1300), a loan-translation of Anglo-French en despit de “in contempt of.” It almost became despight during the 16c. spelling reform.
Blacking Thee Impossible Art
some men are large others are sharks but all men have their cut coming what price what playing harmony what origins hungry submissions layered to the ceiling like dried newspaper waits for spark a wide lens saturation cranked creamed laughing fringes pissed the windgreens that fill sinuses this is indirect incorrect take the first viola on your right and go straight on til the measuring tape boils oh see can you say it like he sees it will you allow the worries to tell you no wrestling nude in the sun people blacken me blacking thee impossible art life i’ll tell it straight no surface artifact artifact camera aims his gun at the sun a diagonal field sailing memories the means to be an artist dearest exponent YES! i like top ten art as much as the next guy but here in the desert there’s only survival
i don’t want to hurt people that’s the point i guess jane the fried of the west said the best you scream when you know jane didn’t say that i said that no not that even i’ve acquired it put it in my pocket like a write of passport it was born here what do you want from me screaming burnt hair test the limits of the dog-boys laying there depressed dried out next to their dreams of milk next to a soundscape of rolled up death that gives way to the blackened mind
in the wallet of the last quarter century don’t know how to spend it don’t know that if we ever will
the data bears this out the data proves popularity is a marauder straddling a spreadsheet from station to station the numbers are bright and clear as the moon ticked on the ocean wall in chalk the countryside evaporated by nuclear strike like a crow like a crown like a clown from the diving board insert yourself here transfigure possibility and cliche
the men he met at the wall and they were always men displayed no dedication to the pilgrimage no ambition to elide its infinity they plant their feet in the hot sand and shed blood an ear upon a pedestal this masculine beauty
so we waited seven years anymore how do you experience cold it’s not cold to be uncomfortable would it even register as cold or just certainly not a breeze a sensation experience an external sensation register as different from in your belly proximity to celebrity on this the final day of the final april
what is this crocus trampled inconvenient bottom boot beside the dog-boys’ leftovers in the sun warning our flesh some listen some tilt listen i’m thirty seven trying to get to the under of this big wide doing so far so guilty so unwinged by the mage or the architect or god the builder send me a picture of there
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son of man
heals parallax herd
fulcrum’s law at capernaum
he opens the dog
displays parallelism
which is easier: thinking
like this fellow or talking
like that one? he’s blaspheming
what tortuous reason forgives
endless lodestar of night
always night always later
when jesus knew such large
numbers of followers yet night
yet diagnostic dark drinking
into it and walked through the people
hearts blaspheme who can forgive
the dog you love sheds love sheds
into you know them teach them
why does the paralyzed man
offer to heal the parallax herd
son of law
where is capernaum now?
the boldness of paralyzed men
the dog brought hearthbound
the crowd praised god
sunflower beer van gogh cy twombly illiad tapestry metropolitan musueum of art, 2019
the weight of a
poem on paper is
equal to its labor
CAConrad
silk wefts
comprehend the age of disparity for like glories as well as the age of disparity for like hosts as well as the heart of i must know to compromise with one’s compromise
in the age of disparity for like glories as well as the age disparity like glory as well as the heart of the heart of compromise with a few small silk wefts with a few silk wefts with a ghost of one’s compromise with one’s compatriots bears an essential weight
one must know the age of disparity for like glories well as the heart of gloria do well to heart this age of disparity for the glory of compromise
in the age of glories as well as the heart of heaven of the age of disparity for like glories the age of essential weights and measures
one must know the heart of the age is disparity and separation and compromise
in that long ago distant age of disparity and separation comprehend the age disparity glory as well as the heart of they must know the age is disparity and separation comprehend age and separate
comprehension in the heart of the ape the ape of disparity for words of uncertain origin as well as the heart of the heart of the age of promise
in the heart of the age is
disparity for buzz words of uncertain origin we weren’t paying attention to the age of disparity and separation comprehend the age is disparity for words of uncertain origin so it goes the age is disparity and separation and ignorance their blue devices as well as the age is disparity for neon of uncertain origin as well as their desires as well as the age is disparity and separation ignorance their desires as well as their desires as well as the age is disparity and separation ignorance
in their compatriots’ capacity to separate compatriots bear an essential few silk wefts of one’s ignorance
in their ignorance
in the heart of the age is disparity for familiar words of uncertain origin as well as the age of the heart of their ignorance
in the heart of the age is disparity of glories as well as certain old stories they must know the age is despair and glory well done heart of the age in disparity and separation ignorance
