Went from project-out style of coercion
TO the arrow-catcher’s right way to play.
Ah, how I have learned.
To REACH.
Sober rock bottom:
Inflated ago.
This is what it’s come
To?
I’m done.
I frown down, smiling to
the sophomoric fresh air.
Agoraphobia: hurt yourself, it’s fun;
Lie to yourself, you’re not everyone;
Help yourself, get the job done;
Hurt someone else, it’s fun.
Potentials as a philosopher gone wrong
Or a counselor gone wrong. Well golly-gee-gosh—
Feel obligated! to fill this up. Why?
Because I try to love myself.
I do.
Crashing Tom Riding
The Floor Wearing His Hat.
Solove.
Secular’s savior.
Ride seven, rive the waves, the whys.
At
Least
Try.
Goodnight,
Pal.
Olive juice next to me the way
summer copies meridians:
I thought what
I thought was
Line down bleeding
Gather up needing
Rot in a lost world
Cough what I felt
Lost on my own
I found I lost
Burn the buried
Begin
Amongst
Blocks of insecurity:
It never
occurred to me.
Took too
little, lassitude (as is
inevitably
to be voided)
Claw, a dragon’s, sonar rings
Veil:
How Do You Feel Today?
A practice?
A smile, a closed hand, mountains on my knees.
Just a second … if smiles
Augumenta down-circled horror-dotted angled reprieve
A wave of dotted stacks XOXO’d almost, personified,
Indicators up at more closed angles, syringes, knuckles,
Unformed rebellions, I-by-II-by-III day-by-day markings
Explosions of cuneiform birthed into ellipses, spirals,
Peaks and teats and snail-mouthed scribbles, almost depict
Jagged separate potions
Done-once-over lies poking
mHlImllImnHlllIlInIliLiLiLiLiLiL
rasters, pedant designs, joined roofs
A boomerang-mouthed grinner entering pierced waves
Gripping by a Tunguska tree’s bend, retroform exclamations
Hanging off a back-sculpted edge aureated with tungsten-hot bulbs
A square hand’s biting at cleaved zigzags, a drop of
Represented liquids and slide eyes, checkmarks,
Vomiting bankruptcy.
The pigs that need justice were made of wallpaper.
Next to the detention seat abaft of another tungsten bulb,
A check, a complaint, lines, that
What I saw were
Perfect pictural
Pseudographs.
Occupy preoccupation.
Find a truth, tortured raptor.
The waterfall banks to the plate, DNA strands for dinner,
Mutant polar bears, a seascape of scuttled eyelids
Precious precipitous
Simultaneous—uck—inauguration
Darn it all to hell old man says.
Gosh darn this fuckface old man says.
A failiure
A failiure
A failure
It takes a while
If you insist It takes a while
If you insist the It takes a while
If you insist ambition It takes a while
of
my nutriment,
If you insist
Static check, a face or a torso,
Colons, gin-blossom nose, show of
Snapping, shirks, selfish failure.
The old man’s cap’s donated to the
Auxiliary resolve of that nasty old brat.
A collaboration of impossible sea creatures,
Video game controllers, landscapes,
The yellow-lined road-arbor edges
Terminus crow’s foot tilting to the edgeways
Shape of a laugher’s torso, at bottom interlocked
Heart shapes and Eiffel towers, letters suspended
lInnmn and like from chains. Tallies day-byed, lyrics
Twisted to ooze sour fluid like like like
Darkside streetlight
streetnight
(Waiting)
Moon on the men
(Watching)
Down tour tonight
Disguised by your
Sour midnight soon
(Watching)
(Let us) have some fun
At the expense of anyone,
Midnight searchlight.
day-by-IIII-by-…
Kings of letters, neopolitan
Diagrams, caps for geriatric felines
Captured in ghost-smoked radios,
A toggle of interludes, smiling goo,
Clovers of the future, triangles nested
to envelopes, chairs, and to the waves
That represent environmental overgenerality
Inspiration of a promise backwards,
a cracked large bordeaux glass,
infiltrations almost winking by the diaper-pinned
Spiral notebook or door, whichever. Scrambled eggs,
Silence, a moley hand at knocker’s rest, windblown,
Stuck, in a digital reevaluation, books grow buckteeth.
Character
names, preliminary,
like Bruno
are tried out.
A hand clutches a stressball. A nonrepresentational V ends in lips.
Grass pots leave.
Don’t be afraid…
to be make-stakes.
Dies
at
Subject was Noncompliant
Tracks. Realistic tees on shapes,
A celebrating animalcule with crustacean
Head extensions, shoes’ undersides facing
Next
To a pointer.
The squirming decks, oversized live-in
Dutch clogs, lists of folk, screaming Yoke thé
Toe-bent feet,
Sure is now broken.
Another random
character
Name, say male and white,
Always kept an appreciable
distance.
Power sockets,
Japanese- or African-style masks
neighbors. A rabbit-loaf
Tells me
What I am.
Pigs are so friendly
Near the temples, the selectively
Painted waiting rooms, the screamers, the
Mosaics, the gills.
Dulations of fanged mouths foregrounded
By smirking professionals that prefer
Winks, big ears, and sunshine for despair.
Autistic children. Cartoon-moustached
Pseudo-patients or persecutors.
Believers
of miracles
mark shopping lists.
- Pennywhistle slide
- Cords
- Blank grid paper
- Vibrator
- Vaporizer
Aliens wearing ziggurats
Or dunce caps contact vets for liberty.
Many phone numbers are available.
An invalid qualifier is “viking demon alien,” among others.
Let the rabbit’s feet be shown. They’re shown.
Chinese takeout is on the menu,
As are reminders as to when the batteries were last replaced.
To start from the end and begin from the middle
As it’s young
As it’s old
As it tries so (very) hard -
To—guess the rhyme—be bold
As it tries
As it lies
As it tries (don’t guess) to discard -
- to even try.
Questions grow complacent. Maybe
It’s best, in the beginning
…to be hard—instead of ripe.
To even try…
To even try…
Whisperers staging blues to forget
What you’re supposed to forget, qualifiers
in all caps, LOWER-cased, to wonder
What to wonder, to refuse
To guess what’s next
To forget what shaped this idea of yours
To fail, recall, foil, faili at what happened this day,
To failiure at what to try
To recall
To fail the ending, an antireal start-all.
The instruction manuals, now the drawings have
Been chucked and characters evaporated, shrinks
the answers for chest-cavity-guided positions of fear,
Debate, contemplate, the hat is buried, deciding how
Things go, as they grow
to grow
to die old.
The pictographs are back, clamping forks
That go-aheads start: new rules—look
Forward to remember, there are cats, depictions,
Dejections and ’enial that begins with making up?
After-the-fact answer shrunk criteria, tense to the
Scattering. So chin up.
A leaf, and arrows,
Arrows, arrows…
He tells you I’m lazy.
—Dear.—
Wanna not? Then ignore
jumping a few pages ahead.
Soak the angles and thunders that mark
some torso, arms, legs, intimations of a chest,
tested ink for an accidental toon lit by a laptop screen.
Beliefs in soulmates on metal. Wilts,
Lacquered vases, filth, trees with cancer and vines,
Abbreviations for stupid emoticons slung through the fields.
Noses in the viscous honey, bi-level trims, smiling leaves.
A refusal.
A pyramid.
A sacred bird,
Beak to the lemniscate
A square with an eye and an ear
A real hand on one arm A crow’s foot on another,
Navigation indicator has replaced the day’s blindy orb,
And the bystander seems to be wearing pantyhose over the head,
Though eyelash pokes out,
The work of ants
Coming to get us.
So the lecture began from the middle thus:
The ants dance on feelings’ witches
The real mate was aligned in a craft
Beyond settling, amid the bubbles
And the arêtes that scuffle knees
Now settlements’ hasty manner
Have invoked notices to a pinpoint
of steadfast confidence.
Steadfast enough to imagine a respectable
Warrant. Condensed words repress
Factories of cognition to something uglier
That we as ancestors are too hopeful to want
To imagine and avoid. The essence wafts from
The mind and minding. And for what.
A Question blows pollen into transparent layers.
And the ratiocination was a happy pseudocide that refused
To take itself forward. The critics sag until
Defeat’s publicity.
A few notebooks to be burnt,
at least warped,
By suggestion, and will, turn incessant
To the sledgehammers of destruction in green grass and dewy mosses.
And it’s onto the next cover until something better awaits,
Until time becomes time and the secret junipers raise.