The Lord wait lists the design system.

Can’t be sure there’s larger yield.

Notebook open, wallet shut,

Occam never multiplied.

Irony-sincerity voted
Thomas Eliot, a flashy

Society writer, a modernist. That chintz is lost ...

Can you take a seriously argued philosophical position and call it poetry decor? Yes.

Like our sworn oath in a rustic wedding symphony:

Just before going thru with it, however, we started looking at the shower gifts ..
Poetry, jettisoned and as you wish, let there / not-there go, sky and river
will go, let people behave all the sharp, sudden ways Ute
speak, looking around and starting to rethink we’re
using our 1st language! Short iterations carry
such signs. Dreaming in bed deploys influences for output...
You can exit this field or not, burning at the mute
end then add features to nodules like in finer arts of epistemology.
Song: In ‘open’ debate and with most any staged lingo you learn to think for yourself fast, when you’re young, willful, if it’s in your nature to have people behaving as you ought; you start along these lines thinking in bed as BF Skinner must have

Nodded off. Doctor...


To throw out sleep, trust, and now nimbus-wet telepathy — I’ll never feel his arms around me again. Never feel the air on my skin, or wake up in his warm bed, I’m done, I don’t get a chance to try again for anything, not even for something I’m not. I can’t do any better than what I’ve done.
There’s an Ivy component to our absorption of Munch as colorist.

Nothing concentrates like rulings about a Nordic weekend and its promise of a more palatable wardrobe. That’s if hit by what you feel in the a.m. I believe in you. Evening you’re different.
You give me a musical temperature, a fine spray of marvels.
What are we fixing up? a few rounds of the blues, giving them up; for others there are many a soft whorl of moonlight over the lakefront.
There are blasts of creating fast, out of nowhere.. based nowhere near

I’ve discovered squeezing brings up more meta-activity.

Still. Very well, these charming Blimpie squirts fizzle midact

just like food that frays. Or

just read children get 10% of daily calories on outings

drinking soda (pronounced soder around here).

That’s how they become bilingual while selectivity
pushes school rankings as superstitions. Based on fact

bulldogs are hurling on a seesaw feeling fine, really
most footage balances if you acquiesce — my point may be lax
tho fake news is visually relaxing.
This long out I stick with iambs, no questions asked.
Do I have a taste for disharmony and disproportionality? No, I elect to be ignorant.
I believe in undertones and the mimicking hidden force of gravity. You guys go ahead.

I’m going to walk away w/ Gil, that’s the best stunt.

You see, Gilbert Ryle asked (and asks), “might not every action or reaction be a piece of shamming?”
Something accrues.
It makes me happy. Was that supposed to happen?
The signature concern is a reader’s experience.


A religion of dance sharpening endurance, risking focus..
Hermes masks, a precondition as two satyrid mayflies pop up, ones who advocate for peace. Their reputations recede but the fact of early apprehension holds way before guns were worn.
Nice save. There’s a title now for most anything.
The sentence: the Bruins lost squawking about losing
diagrams the opportunity.

Diagram: ‘But should we use quotation marks?’
That’s a whammy..
let me think.

By then our thought freezes

just why we reserve dopey incongruence

nested within notes to adjunct scenery,

the right tonal performance, a normative outcome.

Nice save. One of them.
Ah ‘summary’ jitters keep an eye out, a Bruins fool fence
-sitting to guard tall shapes and volumes of light

stuck on could it really be “quoted.”
Eurozone class struggle is slippery. Or peach-dreamy. I’m not sure discourse product pertains. A shrine of axioms certifies wealth and income distribution, honing you /
one into two dimensions on the surface.

I’m socialist by nature, maintaining perspective (the tatemae policy),
spooked while cashing in analytics
(lifting data, ripping them off) to mine parallelisms (partisan gold).

Atheism is otherwise the main event at The Hague. Secrets of satire want to go
free to find an informatics of doors opening (bassoon music) ...

The glue is “Token Austerity.”
Falsehood is an actuarial stat, one more subjective state, a quality of the frieze in progress, not an elevation or height.
This is a dance question. Fibber Perseus v radium Dana (his mom). Which are ya?
In one draft Perseus can see big futures, taller mouthpieces enter the salon [B flat major] rolled ‘into’ burbles, ‘into’ spools of Dana’s pedestrians sweating lead colors.
The Chinese language must B sung.
(What went wrong?) Morning Tang! 


Though nebulae are curved and hollow,
The atmosphere squeaks common sense. We can’t feel it though its pace is emboldening dreams.

What hinges out?
Hop in, I’m a musician.
The bellboy in me wrote you a note:
An idea dawns as you and I back ‘into’ the salon. It’s a salon poem, exquisite, uninviting, keeps its distance, so what?

You contain only so much of me.

I live where you belong.
They are holding his brain illegally.
à la mer...
Cri d’une patate de sofa!
Dans le cas de cette pomme de terre, même si on trouve des tranches de vos amis au cours de vos opus,
tout sans blague, je pense, c’est

(a) impressionnant! Le patineur est soi-disant sur une échelle pour « blather » ou des étoiles, peu importe ..
(b) mais lâchement moi-même, je ne suis presque gêné, je ne me soucie guère la façon dont le poète est formulée, est parlé de comme un outil pour juxtaposition, parataxe, tintement ..
(z) .. encore pourrions-nous sauter quelques couches, ainsi en quelques secondes ou pas, prêt ou pas, allions-nous faire de patin?


Cry of a coach potato!

In the case of this potato, to find slices of your friends over your opus,
(a) bittersweet, n’est-ce pas on a blather scale for
(b) I’m hardly embarrassed, hardly concerned how the poet gets framed a tool of parataxis.. juxtaposition.. tinnitus ..
(z) still.. let’s skip a few layers, ready?
Some standards.
Shined asides.

We pick the bests of show to set the timeframe for a prize bowl,
Really a vase,

Set it, let sunlight pitch in its foam, infer
Poetry goes thru many drafts.
— I see your potential; don’t wait to be huge. Time is temporary; eternity
Later... it’s not much. Get your share, knocking the love-moment down with small talk, unscripted, unpredictable.


You’re exempted from outdoors, Psyche, Mme Crocodile —
Mme is exempted from showing up to enchain, knife, subdue..
That’s before I inverse your fragrance,
Schubert playing outside, giving away the struggle we’re good at
— gosh a population for tears forms in cozy motels.
A class struggle in hourly rooms thinking it’s for real.

The struggle, not the tears.
Time for wine out of a box —
                                                        Urban attitudes from La-Z-Boy.
A life is charged by the menu.

Occasionally you sleep, given immunity.

Not every detail is for a generalist’s eye; still I’m clueless about vertically integrated brinkmanship, skipping dinner, combing through motions and low pressure peeled back from almost getting

our tenuous, jutting fingers into and under the interstate that brings you and me home.

I don’t think life in the mind can be made up. I’m not worried it gets easier.
Our children hatched us, as the blur goes.
We’re trained in (bank) logos and several theologies.

Sung language has a light nonsexuality.

We chew to 1 side, noted by 3rd parties

Hanging out in unusual white corridors

Suggesting you’re still trembling, owing to

The chew off, just a short chopper ride

From the bank and trade. A vegan chew.
With a so called mother gloss, 1st-
Order phenomena pitted together as cognates

Still coming to seed and adornment
(trade), inaudible ricochets feeding us

To remain disciplined on our new celestial motion weekend...
This calls for comfort and drill, “...habits of empire.”
1) many immediacies, many readings / IT

2) consider sources, be friendly with some
3) available materials, define availability on the run
4) improvise (and comment)
5) I wondered about
6) who are you / pertinent to whom

7) how does that sound
Puissance of a quick jolt sort, holy body of ... could be Christ —
Sir, m’lord,
Parlance should sound ok, staying measured outside,
What Esau called discourse in action ...


New in town? There’s a script or several apps to let them know.

I’ve always been mad about something else.

Everyone’s trauma. (“Ego exists.”) One takes away from the center

O caught up in rule-governed mechanics!

Who is there to tell none cares when none does

You’re a mess, honey.
                                        — Touch of Evil

Something came up.

Little, no, nothing. There’s so small

an exchange to transact, no tangibles, only

exhibitionist’s subtopics, within the power den,

proving repeated effort is self plagiarism.
To tyranny,

I was thinking of god, the shoplifter energy ..
Hold on, I was handed this bag of sentences.
My views are not incompatible with yours, only there has to be a bagman lost orating toward torch bearing shadows —

And this is what I did not want to say.

Government is not that impregnable. The background is a colorful PROCESS shot. An athletic-to-pallid fraternity, mostly, locksteps for the hot scent, clothed in little that’s formal but a motive for eagerness. And they’re always wrong to prolong their appeal.
Study Freud or any evolutionary researcher of the antic.
Stick with insoluble nonfiction, you’ll fall into a niche in 5 days
Blindfolded. (Our guarantee.)
Such brilliant dislocations are \ were expected; it goes
Beyond, there are dark, unknown predicates fixated on louder procedures

But in their giddy case procedures to see into a surfeit of space..
A sumptuous, soilless bond,

Maybe it’s only words, assembly, to quote you.
They are real actors, not people.
Anything Apollonian looks flab prone.
Capacious anxiety, yup, yup.
You can break the law to shoulder perfection or save a life, once or
Either way will be a fractional infinite in the context / e.r.

In the larger apothecary we call all infinite sets
Something is definitely going on.

Some lefties feel cornered (also conned) but
It’s still breathtaking to administer the right thing to do to you.
1st it was about books but now they’re fire sticks.


We have to know about the nose and its utility in poetry. One question, Among human organs, does the nose intuit (hold) more lyric than the eye, know more than the throat, or even our ears? The nose makes the core of mid-alphabet English pronounceable — M and/or N. And if the nose makes it pronounceable, it’s hummable, too, and that could just be the sloping tip of the nose’s lyric purpose. Hard to hum what the heart may be ‘saying’ — we can’t tell without sizing up other body functions, humming from the nose.
Capitalist tactics are nothing, only sustained innovation in nowhere equivalent to —

all right, let’s choreograph the open air in touch w/ no-thing. From the outside
the sky is in a square shape, bolted
w/ blips on a simplex-repetitive top layer, tethered for interpretation.
We’ll ingest all at once. Absolutely
blind tessellation, exhaling while we data dive

inflating the thing / no-thing problem activating our recent trials over the last half century
w/ glass-and-steel additions for

investors, scientists working together.
There’ll be one execution just in case.
Show me a locket grant once.

Once & be done. A few more should

Do the climate fast with aughts of shining

A whole new side to nuts & tightening bolts, narrow & hollow in the center, along with holding on 100%
— inflatable as you lay back in a blank whisper, quiet in the nick of it.

Song: I weigh your Tanakh, your great granddads words about

Bang youre dead

Average, guilt along with bland lucky tones, a problem. No gist, too popular.

So relax thine form here.

Everything dark-accented inflates 3 dimensions into immense mist of

Poor wee sparrows beating yet breathing

True to form A.

The unequal in luck float more already. I hope youre happy.
My Volvo? It’s an Edsel.
We’re both bat shit over historical fantasy. Well, I enjoyed it.

Boston flash.


I was just thinking about you.

Putting it mildly in American English
There’s nothing like sex in real cities
friends, enemies, especially enemies, and strangers, too, why not?
Let’s drop it down further.
Activate the spray clip-on:
Are we rocking like dropping your rags, breaking water gushing down over my heels?
Linguistic emblems (pronouncing half),
                                          back-forming lyrics —
graphing out lines combining poetry, you’re breaching nothing
in process, nothing to uphold.
It x y =
It = Payment to carry out, when you agree,
incubate & have offspring,
while we concede to operate as if

x = Don’t believe that lastly, impetuously.

= = Neighbors exit at night,
laughing across the street, turning into sheet music
torn up to the sky then fluttering down, an emoji poem we process
here in words, 1st and last. It took a missing question (y) at the start,
on your lap at breakpoints, thinning out
obsequious, sharpened anomalies flattening into lines.
Miles, why do you play long, man?
To get you all in.
Time runs out, taxonomies
still unexplained as weather permits. Black
ops at certain altitudes, the hot facts; I’ve
or we feared anti-humanists w/ covert specialties
at the tip — just the tip;

I also squandered ellipses that add up
and forgot I just stood there with nothing to give
I’ve been dating Mittens while I go thru assembly.
I give in to take you out, shake you tamed,

Dart —


From a long angle range,
some other time a lunatic pantomime rushes or could rush over, a dentist, keyed up to remove our tongues.
It seems a whiff displeasing since so well trained a marathoner understood us at fist depth.
All your life as if a mercurial quantum.. floating in erotic lurches and nibbling torque measured across dotted lines..

On and off I discern your underwear, a denomination marked by intimacy. They pill.

Yeah, that’s funny.

Take all of mine.
I start thinking, I hate paying taxes. This thought is throbbing as I take pen to forms, signing off the year. A simple equation comes up; don’t know why; this has nothing to do with taxes. Friends don’t hurt friends. Or if that seems absolute, friends don’t keep hurting. This formulation is an element of crap detection decades in the making, still being refined. Taxing.
I am a visual person. Always have as I see you admired you. Liked you.
A month ago I took no umbrage, bloated out of proportion,
umbrage hurled as a term in frustration.
Leaving you like a health threat...

Dazzling lethargy undoing our cuffs as the wagon sways
with fellowship. Love in the future, a handshake spreads the rain,

flowers, rain,
(That's it!

The moat-house for the wagon then some new wagon shirts we
can walk off with. A mighty wine origami and the wagon yard for our widows.

This is spring history.)
Pedagogic non being, lonely, un-filmed pretexts & Goethe’s juvenilia.
No good instincts, no ephemerality, no hidden rounds
Or inflexible spite. I see what no means.


Favorite singers reradiate the calmative afterlife.
Learned consensus becomes early performance; both adolescent in a good sense, the deep pitch shows up invisibly, unspeakably, as libido constitutes a knowledge module, glistening aimlessly.

John Wieners, I use your toothbrush to wipe my beard.
Sonnet to three:

Hoping nothing won’t happen, I cover my throat. Duly of course sounded. A few facts crowd around figures that are un-garbled when least derivative; ephemeral objective content triumphs. It’s kind of a snob racket. (C Bukowski)

We weren’t exiled or orphaned, we decided to pursue other interests. Plus, it started again, as theory, pleasure is to ethics as the roundup waiting in any landscape, waiting for mistakes (1) and (2) jounce.

Spontaneity backs up position vectors.

Woe is paralytic. I don’t detect a drop of broad mindedness toward any arched dynamic or versions of it — better when and how you love or even when you nibblingly slobber over a numbed one’s body of rare happiness, feeling better. Hope of this implicit in the simplest rejoinder to the proudest Dionysian.
Dionysian = could pull off brocade, puffy energy, cute, can’t think straight.
Shortbread has some regions, ancestry
In brogues. So it’s passing, nothing

And we have developed responses
.. untruthful automated Now Pro voices “that acquiesce on a positive note..”
This can’t be real, one doesn’t have to seem interesting. “No clouds, hi contrast,
Of little depth.” But that doesn’t sound bad. A narrow way

Or I’m captioning the fixed width to Now Pro today
Evolving in massive overuse. Hmm?

A few words on process: Counterfeiting
Is luckier than reading everything before it’s rooted in or out,

No sweat on attainment comes next, avail. in this new version of Recently Used
English to wish you any and all the full pleasure I withheld. Damn!
Hanging on contains the universe. Imagine the hurt.
Paying attention is the field call haunting the future, skull,
More bounce for the retina to unscrew internal hysteria pouring up but

Losing both death and life —
You look how I feel.

No perfection, get a plan.
A life is charged by the menu.
Occasionally you eat asleep, given immunity. You can’t postpone it.