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A sort of redistribution of the communal stuff of words? Are you considering walking out and would like a cue as to how long this will go on? Would you like a drink? Is there any alcohol in this place? Are you thinking why do I keep doing this to myself? And what about money? And what if I get sick? And what does she care you might think You who are wondering is she putting me on?

And if there are uses does that mean there are abuses? Am I abusing you? How to find some convention of stopping? Do you mind if I give that up? O bright red belly hide a house sprouting fire smell. My dirt dress creaks grave watered brains. I am no crow that I moulder black in the name for it.

How shall I close your trebled walls the charmed lives of mud you mocking animal eye of three trees. The tree of the eye wants to copulate. The eye wants to sleep. O bright red brother cry the male house in your eye lid fallen gray grave birds bathe your word nailed a subtle sin into me already. Together let us fuck strong birds for mass guts sprung on wrong medicines. He built it double birth filth emptiness my house do you not find me pink and flesh bewitched. One cow a young boy makes my body. Now hide it drips to think my wet birds.

For the King grows lies a blank eye of ruined cities the absent ask an end to misshapen flagged skins. Dirt hands lift to patter a grave girl sharpens strong birds tear a chest tuck me in. Son the snake rises soft to embrace my lid of glass look its kiss lifts your newborn mouth to rot.

Whose hands make a cage and keep me dust to lose. Your belly be my house many limbs gone asunder brain water the names for the charmed lives of animals flown cities to suffer my dog makes a fine purse meal the eye wants to fuck I find only the head disheveled as he said in battle. Bring your bride self dressed in black earth dear my eye house a house a little sob misses wise lidded crow fly lift barely light now my sky.

I lie in the tomb together let us fuck. Write an infant winter make your arms strong bird a fast cool doctor. Hands now hide the lamps of our eyes. Tongue bereft of seed sprout the chief pillar of house dirt itself perfect word for it. Bright parrots bring snow to perch at the eye soft your child so cry.

Heave aside blood now hide it boys even the night has an eye King closing her mind a shining war look awakes in your arms. The sharp-eyed weapon wants to fuck a soft head can command limbs to fall one by one in the grass hide it. Mine the burial song should eat bones and be born do not push from my hands female residue self from self a snake having swallowed it.

Head of speechless child do you not call an infant who will quench you as silver I kept you not killed I kept. O bright red keep me mush girl a girl with sealed eye. An ordinary fire come to perch. You widows girls with iron skies. Your fire wings bright red tree of your eyes. Dark good day to your weapons tear a flame colored bird from the chest of dark earth. I am in love with bees and sidewalks and jewelry in fall. I am in love with ships and ship builders and I am sure of my house in Chicago with bees am sure of small conversations and currency and sure of my ear near currents of water and sure that the sidewalk crawls over lost agents and blame.

I am in love with the effort of bees with less yeses and lost formations and yes I am the love of blameless Chicago. Those are load-bearing petals West of Allen. Parking meters, road signs, fire hydrants, bus stops. The paint is wet-shaped. Some of the sidewalk moves And the rest is intact. Land plants are four-twenty-five zero zero zero zero zero zero years old. There are a lot of paints. The flowers float, haloed, under the radar.

Five free sepals in liquid paint: A gold ring of loose paint cement-light. To bees, a sidewalk. Not usual, not for prominent anarchists. And whether the government whether the government whether the government If governments are serious will determine the terms of the mission.

To the law, to the nature, the nature of law and to will the laws of science. To define the science and its rhyme and its reason coursing of course through the nation the most favored land that ever will be. The world as it is is beyond human history and the role of the government Role of the government Role of the government If governments are serious is for someone to say for science to say it will say it will say: The government said the government doing its government duty the better the government better will be. To lobby the science to lobby the science to lobby the science is an art and a check, An art and a check and a pick of the science, to cherry the science, to never to see if governments serious to never to see in the most favored land that was.

I'm receiving very few past friends due to lack of Reverence. I gotta get bread. Free nights and weekends plus four weeks of vacation when I mostly wanna be alone too except for hot strangers. From whatever end, sleep well, dear you who rejoices to hear that no disaster has accompanied the first morning gestures, when flies begin to stir an essentially tragic ape who refuses to take on tragically the merit of his own rejections at coffee, juice, meats and cheeses.

Even then, the empty kidneys were also found moving freely about the cabin as in so many procedures of the patented body: What about little lambs that live to slaughter? My right to be lonely? I too will settle for this material-sealed time, where knitting you was the most regulatory fun, after our mutual pony rides, to date.

Their subvocality is a secret though at some point we must rescue it from profane misuse. From histories of the oxymoronic. There is no way of seeing their daily lives among the voices. It is difficult to know if you are useless or alien or not part of a tradition.

Like an allegory for the slaughterhouse. To reassert that inhumanity is eerie. To jeopardize a thousand yearning cows clinging to westerns and their golden shadows. Fashioning a few moments to the boarders of a town and crossing the illusion of space. That should be isolation talking.

In a room we find empty of natural light. If only these statues had an origin in the franchise of nature or doughty lyricism. Caught in familiar surroundings, there was a girl staying with me, opening her cavernous mouth. There were students everywhere having domestic squabbles. I have loved this woman wandering among dogs. In these wild cultures. Reminiscent of silent films.

And retrospective of a movement. Feeling closer to a revolution. As when zoos send their animals away reporting tonight a meticulous anti-socialism. That another rose would be struck dead. Something the Reverend Jesse Jackson would term monstrosity. To specify position in an era that had ended. Trying to look natural, feeling like those shattered cars landing in a shrapnel bed. Colorists or anti-urbanites gather there are only images I had left the present moment for New Jersey, although no one would ever think of it.

Half set on living here. Normal men are the same as crows. Seen because of crowds. As, for example, Goya is haunted by pelts and eyes. A witness runs her finger over my pant leg, but is it the pant leg of a lady? The help, being the carpet cleaners, the aberration of the island itself loads up on signs. Is there symmetry to rub grammar against her.

I was not yet looking quiet. That one I like to bang like pots and pans. The dogs scamper under bushes, along the hysterical sea in warm beds, and nests our alter-ego walked alongside us and turned the corner wrangling the weeds, stripping them back from the trail. It was a simple error that I brought my scissors. So what if the categories of a bird sanctuary were much more exhaustive And the thrill was in confirming the filth.

Clean Plate The dinner is the dinner plate and the pause you feel is blackening. Exactly, a white blackening, last supper among firsts. How have the surrounding faces turned to zeros? Please let nothing need be this thorough. There are melodies far more dismantling than this. Oxygen inside words moves me and matters. The squirrel like an exclamation point. How we thieve, nourish, wage war for weightlessness breaking weightlessness. And the hurt is not a bone until later — when the mad parlance across the field is a silk of enjoyment sweeping through the saunters of a woman.

The world is not just a trellis All words are also an interlude. The word I chronicles oscillations of language; trembling, arching up, to describe its meaning without misquoting. And be called its two names if not simply one friend for another Imitating inside gestures your face forgets to try and constellations opening across the eye the past returned rain on its long walk a perfect shadow dying slowly of curiosity from an invisible day paved by the last time I tried to paint the condition flaming through the sky Each thicket begins to seed another city.

What the body gets used to, out of necessity operates as a reminder of what came before. The cracking of an oyster. Anything piercing enough to penetrate. The Mind constantly clamorous with noise, leans forward into the freeway of time. The tread on the tires is worn. The action of resistance the only traction. Here the cough drowns out the sounds of the rain in an instant. Pain torqued the curve of the anxious branches and the only thing left to do is to walk in trefoil patterns. Will-breaker and barbaric, have you seen the face of those left behind?

The wounding penetrates deeply during after the childlike opening of the body— Fresh advance into the next step, easing itself into the warm pool. The truth of human life gained by contact and carved into the decaying body. Ancient Greek sculptors tried to avoid that choosing marble to defray the costs of the dead. Complicit in the personal story is consciousness. The photograph looms large, testing, a few coins for a look at that which breaks some say, reality pushed further and further into the background battle.

Lungs fill with smoke, filled with— and the body stands before the camera, smiling in the midst of wood smoke for the camera, a flue closed chimney— Carrying the reprimand with her for the camera smiles and keeps smiling, the Mona Lisa gone wild.

Famished fame that vacant mark mandates the difference between cities drawn into chalk, cast to build relief for reliance. They all smiled enormously their boundaries lightened. After that, one might hope to be thinking. Hyperions of creme brulee, cities one would heretofore have no reason to spell. Are you in or out? To be a satellite of galaxies burning to always only make do. Toward the cold glow of the Revo we drew chairs to the window, drank from the bottle.

Outside, bathed in border light, the made-up women of the night. In conjectural Meso- american ball games the winner is sacrificed to save the sun. Let that hat wear you, and them come to you.

May it always be your stunning debut—where it ends you begin. Stay out of the wings and the will-call. Suspicious cells get caught in corners and pulse fruitlessly, like Christmas bulbs, neon signs on the fritz dead-end games of artificial life. Curl up and begin again, blow up and across the border like tumbleweeds. Upstream the anglers stand shoulder-to-shoulder.

Disbelieves in going backwards. Catching myself in the act— Thatch scratches in the breeze. Bright walls grown dingy with local color of WPA murals. Raise up your swizzle sticks, citizens— join the march the way the studio becomes the art. Fallow, the glance devoutly and purposing, everyday life on a glass-bottomed boat. Smote and of a port in air. Stalking a clotheshorse, dry-eyed theater. And the time it takes to tell smells you later. The jackdaw jaspers jadedly. Early flowers propose a backhoe. Just evacuate already and stop pestering me about it. I have drawn some conclusions about you: At mouthpoint death of the said, impaled saying— splinter cell, pockets of playa haters, beachless, limitless, born to roll the bones.

Rap snaps its banners in the upwind, Gregorian chant goes platinum, boast it up or vanish. A curdle, a cuddle of political worms. My ownmost possibility is the end of my line. A tenor upstaged, floodlit. Airless arias without music or voice. Particles of the language, to do without. Family vectors under my thumb, a vow hammocked. A thin fire creeps my limbs in the eyes of a stranger. Sobbing the abandoned laptops. I have prepared for myself a meal, lacking judgment. Perpetuum mobile, nature has a history. Missed philanthropy, habitats die. A beggar cousins me and I look away.

A class traitor clears his throat for occasions. A space I make for you to surround. Pennywise, pound- Morphology contradicts species. O list, my biology is smoother and uncomplicated. But the mind carries a plumb weight, soft as a water balloon. He has a cold. I was born, I died. In the interval, sexed time. So if someone tosses him a platter of rennet or relegates the renal remnants of a rendered bovine She can respond at no remove with real gratitude.

I know that all these ducks and lambs Suggest a pastoral yawn scene. I admit The book is pastoral. But in the past I had a mouth And I made such splendid combinations Of letters. I wish you had been there. And we had had lamb or duck chops together. It was a banquet of exhumed phonemes And scratchmarks. Oh yes, the infamous digamma was there. The obsolescent consonants and moribund [a blank]s Enjoyed my discourse about money and air travel. Over honey-glazed duck legs in a little reduction sauce. Discourses of hard-won battles, the United States, Pumas, balloon-threatening winds, and culminating In, finally, a grammar of pure common concern.

Literacy construed as litter, literally. Literacy construed as a litter, literally. Furrows of bright air, stereo windows open at the intersection. Crane dangling red bait. Dry country under the ocean where apples bloom incessantly. Door printed in the air leads to just thinking about it, a shirt in layers of Caribbean green. Magnetic tape glitters in the trees, caught. Pretense of access, odor of cooking never places it at the center but always somewhere. Airfish float so sweetly among. Flame-retardant monsters differ in different countries; different countries are different things at times; the country under the ocean always is, from here.

A luminous parade winds through it. The color of travel-agent oceans, of postcards. Dear country with a brown sand floor how do I enter you. Dear living in the country of found. Always underwater, in the air, trees, never transplanted.

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Opens with a key the size of which hangs in the window. Six tables and five gray men: One hat and tattoo blurring. One glasses and beard. One head pillowed on his arms. One alert to a magazine. Steel surfaces, like a dolphin, for easy cleaning. Garland of shame, boxwood and stinging cedar. To show that as a country we have customs. Fishy smell of cleaning fluids, readiness to improve, to be like difference. Everything fried in lard or vegetable oil, industrial size, not a mistake in it.

People invent a car that goes under the ocean to show. The gift of walls makes them like birds. Makes birds like airfish: Make your sure safe. Against the bright sky. It will be denied to you, like something different. Tear up cheap carpet at the thought of mold. Scrub the dolphin with a toothbrush. Get at grease and dead skin, the apple trees are gearing up, white blossom will stand out, red fruit, be ready, ready, away from the center.

Nothing could be further. Cupolas and belfries scaled one another like pairs or quatrains of mating bugs, spiracled for their own breathing room only. By morning, the woman crouched in a condemned doorway had gained a urinary tract infection and varicose veins. As if upward were a foregone conclusion, as if clean new dwellers would automatically come striding as soon as clean new dwellings were prepared for them.

They stuck there, ensconced without capitals. They waited for the siege engines, soft black eyes like flesh under missing skin in their cultural faces. Transparent to steps, the old fell in droves invisible from the river walkways. No one was certain except the planners, who were very certain. A mooring ready every few days, they bumbled over the leaf of the city limits, a bramble leaf with a white underside, which grows without grounds. An anthem, or a motive. No one and no one. Fracture lines emanate OUT. Could be lines like any other, cavities like any other— Are they trying to be bad?

Perhaps you were expecting a caffeine-fueled explication or, no, you are under investigation as of this word: I would have hiked there— Would I have hiked there or migrated away? You found him standing in the meadow, vast. An open sky, an eye open. What is this stone? Is that break hard enough? It is a Noun and stands on four legs, skin falling down around its ankles. Time to introduce Green. Miles of golden browns with purple tinge.

As far as— As far as the cities. And sold off their air zones.

It was not the embryo but the being carrying it. A long lean wall in the same colors as we were trying to describe. Set off by red next to gold and red over that. Whether a light or dark in the composition. Fluorescent light flattening or cold. The tips about us are turning watery and dumping themselves into oceans. Water swirls about our ankles. We stand as he stands, ruminative, then suddenly violent and goring. Only the beveled window gives off small light. And at this time of year, dimness. All the creatures we had seen.

If only the head could be cut off and then body activation with dark elementals spewing over the deep woods. That would show them. The same story cut up and arranged into a different pattern of shards. Mouthing green leaves through a megaphone then chewing on soggy boards.

Caught in esophagus and gakking. Sitting sorry on the plastic bench. Because you thought one giant gray mammal looked like another. Pushing back, pushing against. And then, doing good. Good achievements, lots of them. But we should be doing less, eating less, breathing less. Very small—very, very small. Creases turning into canyons on the way down, dissembling into fans and flatness. And what is that supposed to do, exactly? Borage… I spread fingers into a fan and lay hand down, wrist angled up as though a cliff.

A dry one, cracking, matte. As dust is matte in direct dry sun. Whether obscured in particulates. This we could climb. If the top were not transforming. A farmyard baked in sun. Remembering not just a dream, but the feeling of a dream. The ceiling when poked spills memories. Objects, when tossed onto a lawn, distort. And become themselves as baked into new forms. Their structure disappears and becomes circular. Soft circles littering a lawn. The angular tends toward circles. An envelope, opened, has sticks in it. A stick never melts.

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