correlation of dizzy dive light and images fade at the end of divine capital — like a life preserver enamoured concrete vile fawn at the bottom of file architecture like rainbows demand it’s okay not to pose here among posy cardinals never stop look in the mirror it’s time to talk politics
to write this allow myself to enuf drunk i had generations to sip of annihilation, so, to get the same was a technologist’s, and exploitative but some crater, belong like the images gave taken a decade age, whose errance, belong like these the same ways well as ‘righting we reckon bearing witness,
Goodbye forever to this brief age of freedom. Farewell unforgettable days and glorious nights and leaves swept away by the wind. We were young, we hoped for nothing and we waited for tomorrow with the blind obstinacy of the castaway who throws stones in the water.
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after months of afternoon eztmrjie is not the park wikipedia poem, no. 995 eztmrjie bit the dark part wikipedia poem, no. 995 this marriage — that commitment — this contaminant — tenderly autobiographical but denied as an institutional art-piece the 43-year-old protagonist’s given name: eztmrjie his anti-capital acts of speech for me the reality’s mouth after months of dynamite after lesson’s prescriptive stories the character’s weird little enzymes his name is eztmrjie black people are lebanese-americans have a reality are trees in the park after months after the lesson’s prescriptive streets such a tremendous snap of respek for treats such anti-capitalist and overly autobiographical acts
of time sewn into practice — not theory — imagination trails on my leg and disappears into suspect and terror forever — i am free of the artists on my leg and mentally like a teddy bear gestation on my leg and forever cleaned from my leg suspicion and energy — the soft streaks of childhood my childhood disappears — a ready welcome keep
what is sewn back into a poem what is sewn back into a social practice blood into practice — into theory — i am free from the comfort of artists’ entrails and art disappears in a snap
i feel that loss of blood thinking become motivation now i am desperate to keep what is sewn into my practice — not the honey — of which i am free in theory somehow now desperate to out-think now i am desperate to save someone when bland disappears into suspicion and soft abandonment disappears suspect and disappearance haruspex and defeasance
suspect and i perceive this blood a welcome renewal to the theory of thought the imagination of an affair an unwelcome gut check with respect to self-indulgence
unwelcome to save another when the theory — the imagination in theory — untouched vista — the artist/torturers i am freed from come visit me sometime!
hold what’s sewn onto my leg and it disappears suspiciously disappears suspiciously disappears i am desperate to think now of what is sewn into this affair a 9 year old xerox of why time self indulgence an unpleasant self-indulgence of the time of awakening makes my blood flow —
imagination of sewing theory
i am free artists comfort and forever
imagination of a soft squeak and energy
trying to hold onto what is sewn into a story
a 9 year gestation of time self-indulgence
crawls through my leg and disappears i suspect
that the loss of blood becomes an unwelcome
respiro alito fiato
i’m thinking now that i am incredibly rich size an unwelcome breath a hold on what is sewn into the extramundane nature of time sewn into comfort and acceptance drag upwards my leg disappears into the jet stream i suspect then perceive theory — imagination of theory
and practice — not the extramundane nature of comfort disappears suspicious and xerox of time self-indulgence and respiro alito fiato unwanted disadvantages sewn into nature — not without blood
Prismatic, Buñuel said. Chinese condoms and effulgent magenta glob. Everything in the public record. That’s how you make great images. Please remove yr hands in respect of the dead. Describe what you don’t see. Clean, sterile actionable nouns. Be it boy or boar. The French horn swells predictably. Google feeds headlines to the mountains. A poet doesn’t need bleak intelligence, she said. This is a different kind of river. I pour collage into a black mug, lucky me!
see now don’t you? the the languages, dialects,
pidgens and stop drinking orders. i’ve stories. piles of love
in northern new jersey. anna, here’s nothing.
this government of language. i am the languages, dialects, pidgens stop drinking.
i’ve stopped drinking. i’ve stopped drinking. i’ve stories. piles of them in northern new jersey. anna, here’s nothings i’ll never sort. somehow i have to wake me up. stop drinking. the thing. this language. i am on fire.
same; languages, dialects, pidgens. stop drinking this language. i am the same; language. i just need one go again: no randomly scattered across thousands and ideograms. i am.
the language. i pray, sure, but to love my perception allows. short hand my perception allows. the shores of northern new jersey. anna, here’s a good car crash to find weird little answers hidden under the thing. i’ve stopped drinking. the thing left of books and ideograms.
i just need one to go again: no randomly. just need one good car crash to wake me up. have you stopped drinking? the thing left of lawns allows. short of new jersey, anna, here’s nothing i’ll never sort. somehow i have to find love interminable things left of mind a bit of lawns in all things can’t love allow new jersey. anna, here we are at the car crash scrounging about for a bit of language, dialect, pidgens and ideograms. i am the languages, dialects, pidgens and stop. i’ve stopped drinking. there was a good car crash found in love in northern new jersey. anna, here we go car crashing to wake me up. crash to wake me up. pray, sure, but find weird little answers hidden under the things i’ll never sort, somehow.
i have to wake me up. of vain stories. piles of lawns in northern new jersey. anna, go crash cars to love. anna, here we go crashing into a bit of the language, dialects, pidgens and ideograms. i just need one go again: no randomly scattered across thousands of lawns.
it allows. new jersey, anna, here we go again finding there’s nothing to love in northern new jersey. anna, here’s all the nothings i can’t love in northern new jersey. anna, here we go again: nothing randomly scattered across thousands of books and ideograms.
i am the same: language. i pray, sure, but find weird little answers hidden under brittle languages, dialects, ditches.