silver eyes hung in kohl there
is where you mean by sky conquerer
your poem its peppered nacre
variegated really your eyes do
their many crushed blue tiles
too much of an aerated thing
dispersed sky strange good sky
peppered thing long black eyes
hung with magick rhyme yourselves
after Kazim Ali’s Explorer
Bad manmade structures effluent as a pistol and Caprus, while a good more easily in marmalade darkness, can lose things dreamt amongst millennials is that a terrible parts per trillion of iridium in engineering a recalled forecast about 2 years into the Lycus. The most common lyre is time someone has died during an outflowing of the alien. Laodicea is a ball. It's an outflowing, the inescapable parts perform more violently, about 20 parts per trillion of you can lose your thought, dear reader, what a dogged lover or gas to go to: The figurative thing is the alien. Laodicea is my substitute for a philothaumaturgical body of water, Asopus and their waters; Asopus an outflowing end. Are things of water outflowing or are there magic ends, while a good more easily my substitute forecast something like 2 years into any water or gas to go: They last approximately 2 years into iridium in the figurative thing of iridium dreamt there amongst the sheeply hills between the shapely forms of the bad moon in small rivers Asopus and Caprus, while a good more easily in my substitute forms bad moons in their waters, Asopus and Caprus, while a god, more easily in my godhead, news performs more violently and it's a ball. It's the figurative forms of a performative structure. Effluent is my substitute. Forms bad-out like a fan of marmalade structures. Effluent is their water or gas-to-go: Where the form more easily engineer a chemical reactor. Fluent, more violent, about 20 parasite dreams per beknighted forgotten desire amongst millennials. Situate the long spur of iridium in magic... shucks, we're talking about time, someone has to die. Only about 20 parts per trillion of you can lose the figurative thread. Forms made into a milkshake-like lattice. Effluent is the difference between lover-of-magic bodies and given bodies between the afterlife and, well, you: Bouton-de-Roses, terrible parasite dream, millennials, outflow of advertising structures. Effluent, in reverse, returns to the figurative think tank what a lover knows is how to make figurative the inescapable parts per trillion of you, Bouton-de-Roses, that a terrible end fears ends. Are we thinking in English again? is like what a terrible parasite dream amongst friends. Floating down the Caprus, while a good more violently, about 20 parasite dreams attempt to bring forth the common alien in law. Laodicea is hell.
Your rejection is both expected as worn and terrifying. I’m an editor. I always saw people like you incorrect: In conversation I reference sours again and again. You played silent tunings at the gym, or like a woman before a mirror again — silent tunes. The gym, or women before mirrors, and again the silence tuned one’s physique, your physique, our physique, you do go to the quicksilver pool, don’t you, or woman around like a fox from the mirror? And again mercury silent. Tune it twice, we did — we? — maybe. At once sour, then terrifying, green rind, ground, further ground. Your poetry, the poetry of flight and forgetfulness, the publication in the pupil makes sense of what will your poetry publish at the corneal machine? Reach down, writhe. Ends up the word is try. Lappets and scanlines. I’m an editor. I always saw people in the people.
one part gas mask
two parts treeshrew skull
one half ounce intoxicated trounce
one buxom bouncecastle
some amount of tree
half never retrieve the cumulus of nectar
first you crawl
then you pay
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“I’ve given this coldness many names / thinking if it had a name it would have a solution” Kaveh Akbar
nor is not its
reader nor is not its reader a politician's slight to create a god
if they weren't given here men are taught to create a god
if the roots of which i am so enamored poet
of
the you the famous
poem is not this condition is not this condition is your lips offer up
a mouthful of hand like an acrobat part you when the poem
is guaranteed in this condition is you in the you
in the you in the poet of him again his condition is not popular
your lips of the you in they weren't given here men are taught of
the you in this condition is
not everyone knows the poem is not its reader nor is not its reader
nor is pleasure guaranteed
in the
you in the room and which i am so enamored poem is you
in the roots offer up a mouthful of
which aggravates an entire season
of
the poem is not its reader a
politician's slight of the poem is
not
this condition is not this condition is not this condition
is not
its reader nor is not its reader nor is you guaranteed
sitting on the roots of which i am so enamored poem is not its
reader nor is guaranteed
in the famous poet of sand even here men are taught to create
a god if you wish aggravation an acrobat
parts
you in the ways given here
men are taught to create a
god if the roots offer up a mouthful of him
again imagine you in the room an entire season of pear trees
everyone knows the roots
of which aggravates
an acrobat parts you room and aggravate
an acrobat part you of whom i am so enamored this poem is not its reader
nor is it a lover nor is it guaranteed in you the room
like an entire season of sand
everyone knows the poet
who is not a reader nor is guaranteed in the roots
offer up a mouthful of the room which aggravates
an acrobat part of you in the room and which aggravates
an acrobat part your lips
of the room and like an acrobat part you the poem is not its reader
nor is guaranteed in the popular you the room and
which aggravates an entire season
of sand everyone knows the room
and like an entire season of which aggravates an
acrobat part your lips offer up a mouthful of the poem is not
the famous poem is not
this condition is not its reader
a
politician's slight
to
create a god if the popular
you in they weren't given here men are taught
to
create a god if they weren't given here
men are taught to create a god if the your lips offer up a mouthful of
which aggregates an
entire season of aggravates
— juggling for
the cadillac having gawked
lustfully at sulkclouds
each
capped by a bichon frise
cadillac
having been gawked at lustfully
by lions and
this confident slow
heart a stepstage i
am the raspberry cloak
frambuesa
juggling for the cadillac having
lusted after loves
each
capped by sulkclouds each
capped by lions and this confident slow
heart
a stepstage
i am a mage-logician
with nimble fingers
and this confident slow heart
a stepstage i am the cadillac
having
tasted lust in gawkertown —
hangstar bendstar
frost
in supersonic
sound on wax
father's affect you receive
one in
the air
report this suspension
technique max-herald
suspended
in midair seraphim
sense force
and small scientists
need to employ
emtpy because
you left
receive one house
should appear to be hovering in space
because you recorded
uncertain unstellar star bendstar
fastenstar staystar
illusion
glorious styptic
show followed by speakers
and floatstars bendstars stay up in
planes crash
in speakers as
temporary stop job hangstar bendstar
stay
up in
these paternal jags
in
support of an effervescent decision
this performance weeks before
is only a
temporary
stop-among
“I write a card saying / machines grew the flowers I send / to throw into your grave.” Audre Lorde
and black
magic a few moments
old generated a new idea
then to your tasted
experience and ending miraculous
and experience a burn
scraped from toast
and ending black magic for good
a few seconds after
the
house fire
is a good idea
then
you sternly told the
house it's an
idea this new beginning
the house black magic
is a good idea then you
permit a
good idea then you
will have
a good idea the house is a
good idea
the beginning
and the black magic a few days on now
the house is a good idea then your experience
and training a few weekend roses are red and
ending
black
magic
a few weeks old
the house a good idea
then
you took that beginning
and
ending for kindling
lit it
black
magic and a
garland of weekend
red roses
then you will have a good idea
the house
is a
god
the house is a great year
a good idea then you
to
the
river black magic
teach
your experience
i am a little bit
bitten with burn
your test trial taste
Source: Audre Lorde "Eulogy for Alvin Frost" 1978
“Primarily that the focus of the work is to find who I am I guess. That’s perhaps the most important purpose of the pictures through the many years I’ve photographed. My photos are psychological statements, not political, not social, not economic. For others I would like to see the pictures help them find out who they are: to find a side of themselves that they keep in shadow. The side they refer to as ‘the dark side.'” Roger Ballen
who one is or
is one who after evolution
is some wholes
so one learns to open a door
something’s larger whole
somehow opens
a loch larger whole something pictured
oneself through the evolution of wholes
somehow a larger who opens
one is or becomes bored with nature
and explores becoming naturally one
does not give oneself the day
one does not go away the other way
it’s best to do this tonight either
become easier or become bored
with more experience
with dayrise to give oneself
with expired say boredom sets
spills more experience opens
a door somehow one does the
job completely of a bleeding janitor
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