In a River

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Equilibrium

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Quark

Reflect a      glass   as  machine
 left inside any other 
time, 
I  here.  its 
own 
chrysalis.  A membranous verse, touching up against other allotted verses.  
   to
Outside, , sturdier
       to the eye.  
Something please palatable So many text if its face faces.  How much of time 
is, with toilets, a bed.  This is common stuff for those who care to listen 
closer than before  like the way you move your muscles toward me.  

It's a dilemma of will against winters, 

as in to that which within at with and and its spine.  

You throw ing a snake into water and reference dips into fish mouths, baubles
 to catch up with you, to be alluring 
 filled with ways to obscure a smoke.  we move with it.  Stuck with it, Space
 collapses into time, and they emerge simple, clean-lined.  It feels a lot like 
it’s rounded edges 

and a person   to  red  lights a cat with white paws

its concern for familiarity.  Who else could conceive it?  Gregarious, Christmas.  
I am today is the day he is going to die. 

Memories in a marble egg.
down my center, rubs itself
This sense of the sublime, rushing up against ocean waves.

Il ajouta avec confiance.

Liars' lips move perfectly.  There is a seam running worn and comes unraveled.  
As it is an imperfect thing.

becomes, though further if it means anything.

Thing

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To be written in the blood, a den of thieves pertaining to the night.  A bit more 

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as language is/its/cent/er/of/grav/ity/in/di/vid/u/al/ly/ga/ther/
ed/or/we/'re/ga/ther/ed--in it.  And it's true what they say:
never deny something open--
        language is the vehicle of itself.  Climb up the ladder.
        Here is something more than instinct.  Could we ask if
        that were possible.  Together again.  A riddle, a somber
        pressing weight.  Meaning isn't carried over.  Even as it
        tends toward relations.  Every word is every word, stripped
        of community.
there is another angle here).  Such is the way of heat.  The trail
of a mirage.
N i g h t time is empty.
     All this preoccupation with organization.  Another four billion
years
     to wipe it clean.
                      "It depends on how nuanced."
                      INDISCRIMINATELY FROM THE SKIES What other
                      parallels may there be?  From a revealed
                      source, a calm nuclear fissure.
Sent out a little messenger, chain to chain, up against a wall.
I as an element of the total writing of society. Incorporated.
A nod to the message received.  Falsify any number of.  The sum of
rupture, the o holy left omitted.  Documents.  A distinction between
object and sense datum.  Ultimately its mechanisms orient the work toward
a justification.  Not as itself.  Known for its plasticity.

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Make it
or break it                         How do you go about writing a life
       it                         or living a life you don't want
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 efficiency of writing         writing devolves the more tired you get.

Negro totem place a marker            We're ready for the bonbons.
phallic image fop it to the margin    Change the world as you change
buttressed in its casing just as      the subject.
sausage lives with a rice queen
XYZ with your faggots                 Emma             You've lost some
"I need a valium."                    couldn't         weight, porkchop.
                                   care             Hat period.
Olympia Dukakis' tongue               less             Feed me a cheese
                                                    burger.
sub  iecto  TV antennae          let's have sex again
(from) under to come up                   call my bluff
         Bing                         or coral reef
         Crosby                       a lot somewhere
                                          is empty

I'll go get your poop.                  When did you finally decide to
Fresh-squeezed orange juice             give in?  Symmetry is nature
& the chance to win millions            's allusion.  Lift it up
Make a fly trap                      & tilt it.
hang it on the wall                  Shift your stance & you'll see.
What are you doing in this city             Pensive, naked, indulging
with its colorful edifice pitched        the average baby weighs six
against a sky as obdurate as a               pounds eight ounces.
walrus defending its pups?                African princess.
Yes that was a question.                  I'm a waiter.
Sell a vitamin                        Wear a wineglass, spread it open.
make it look like something else.
 I have to go.

Sanka or french press.               
I may be pregnant.
I know.
Double breasted jacket                  It's a waste of time.
warmer in southern tropes                 Irrevocably irreparable
Capricorn speedo assailant                or something comparable.
Name the nature of composition
 Back pocket
 there is the note I left you.  

It as it

A poem (to) (that) walks
  on water
It as it
relates to sight, sound
makes a felt as object
   but then switches.
The guide is not philosophy
  It's time to begin thinking
   about your retirement plan.
This book is running out
  of pages.
    Make is left or right.
It's as if it's as now or later,
   as it's a little dream
   a little smaller
   it's complicated
Increased complexity in a system
need not necessitate increased complexity.
   Sentence as 
(somewhere)
          forward
The poet worries about its size
but it's of average length.  

Attendant to each
thought is thought
This is nothing 
new as it is
under the sun.
Attached so deeply 
to the image.
Enact daily rituals.
My hand.  Put in a bit
of physical labor.

   Use your magic wand to
walk along a grid, pud-
dles, treetops
   sore muscles
 all this in one day, move
forward & backward, or

Up & down, flight of 
  stairs is an odd
      expression.
      expressive
selves, too.  Do
you want paper or plastic?

In Progress

                                                         An infinite logic
                                                         undiluted by form
                                                         a bit of a question left
                                                         on parched lips
From city dweller to countryman
                            a thousand bells
                                       tolling       bits of memory
                                       a unique presence     schemata
To make something is to give over
                                                     left with a bit of
                                                             a question

This is instinct
   listen to the rain    outside
   or else your face split 
   apart entirely.  
Asking why is your order
 granted in the midst of this chaos.  
                                         (as a 
                         border under pressure of doubt, as a border in question)
Then suddenly middle-aged
   from end to end
     veins spread thin to be so enamored
If I think        views
                                          It's never where I
                                          'd like it to be
It's hard to conceive of this 
in English     borrowing from myself
the sentence setsup  dynamics of power
        by necessity
        thirst   hunger
                                          Into that disordered
                                          field,    a word alone
                                          is every word or
                                          something similarly situated
This is insistent
        a promise?
        a negotiable suture.

or otherwise

Boxes within boxes
be that as it may
if it's it's me
then a mystical
figure or a
virtue you
've got to be
kidding me.

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Public, all previous
that would prohibit historic
individuals, marking
opportunities for health
& opportunities.

I'm very pleased to
make a difference
during or expression as
the event.

Testimony, a quiet
a rival was teeming,
seeking, pleaded
now in the hands
of
the only witness.

These things could be a lot worse.
Or the proposal that language
has upset opponents
who think much more than 
mere consideration in other matters
once used to affect.
   If to recollect
   to mean to put
   things in a place.

Remnant

      Thinking is the thought of what is or is thinking or just thinking, 
or make it through.  The words are tied up, in syntax to make it more 
 or less complicated like a vine that hangs
 from nowhere lowered like a 
  parentheses to shunt off the cold or keep in a secret, make a too many 
things to say

  so separate, but be discrete about it.
          Hardy har har.  
   He runs as though he
  means it.  All these scattered
   lines like
        such as rotting strawberries
    or the sky
          threatening to
        burst open.  All color.
    The milk separates the
             cinnamon, sugar
         spiral in a bowl.
      During or because
          of the event, it’s all the same.
  Terrified of linearity.  We thank you for your patience.
  Breaking with tradition was never easy for anyone because of its sheer 
volume, or the way it always seemed to trace back or retract      form 
repeat as it focuses the question more on specificity than a variable 
or exterior.   Antecedents are yarrow sticks as well.  
 Should we be concerned with
    the way punctuation
    meanders but not
 here only here and not here as though
 one could see it in the mind.
  Suffer from.  Both
 hands subjected to the same
  Fate.  Because tomorrow
 we see what you’re
     made of.  

Somewhere Around

Made forcefully
   the same across the nation.
affect this determination
   based last week on “further       remaining statutory
a violation of language
   historically disfavored  “similarly situated”
 “equally suspect
   with his “gut” against
      a
 strategic move.
   “this is an issue that is intensely
personal, with strongly held beliefs and
convictions on both sides.  But I am 
charged
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outcry,  “calm
reflection”
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     of minors
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who did not identify, however, 
said
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also may not have a universal meaning,
   has gained momentum as the
demographics
 is almost ingrained,”
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so sensationalized because people were grasping
    for an explanation
    how the individuals identify, and 
that speculating
    subjective
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 wasting time
reflects men who are always
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remove the existing requirement
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coming out of hibernation, just
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responsive, flexible and attentive.
    The plants are all in bloom & 
 You heart the world.

some people are still pinching themselves
   “a non-existent
problem.”   was
bogged down in the bog.
    a light at the end of the tunnel is a light, no
matter how faint.
 Ideas suitable for flushing.
 That’s right: Texas should be next.
                      A
 new broom sweeps mean.
                      Yes,
he was no longer privy to what went
on.  He wanted to install a robotic toilet
near the gay beach at a deterrent.  
    Robo-john as robo-cop.  
Tell us what you think.  
    I don’t have to tell you
that a certain substance hit the fan.
    At the height of the flap,
truth swirls right down the drain.
Letters may
   be edited for clarity, style and space
considerations.

A funny story I haven’t told before:
   “It has no appeal to
    me.  I’m old-fashioned
    when it comes to
    dating.  Friendship has
    to happen before I get
    involved with someone
    romantically.  And I 
    don’t find my friends
    on the Internet.  But I’m
    not being judgmental.
     To each his own.”

the quoted phrase a requirement
for an equal protection violation
  “righteous anger
  coupled with effective action.”  
claim
   In the opinion, the justices
also postured
   exhaustive,     well-thought-out.
“All of us have made
   our voices heard
 we may be able to live
our happily-ever-after sooner than
 we think.”
 An area of main concern is rectal
bleeding.

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no one has claimed the bodies or
    Absolutely no cost to
     you if you qualify.
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     helping relationships and individuals
  move forward
“Puppies” is a derogatory
 local word
agents of immorality are
busy using all lies and deceptions
    to hurt our society.

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   City to market
complimentary food and
   New Construction
will be on hand.
   Restrictions and limitations apply.  

the DAY unfolds
   like a challenging road that
raises the essential question:

    Can we talk?

he’s interested in the complexities
                I had a big life
shift.
     “Normally it is either
                          I’ve
done a lot of tortured souls
                 a departure
from the roles he normally takes,
         I’ve enjoyed that kind of
moral ambivalence.
                      His use
  of language             is 
  expulsive.
People say what they mean.
There’s not a stray word.
 ‘a lean fist of a play.’ 
   It’s exactly
what it is.
    It’ll be interesting to see
what shape it takes.
It’s a whole different kind of math
to do that.  They’re two different
planets.
     “It’s like two sides of the same
thing,” he said.  “It’s like a 
different language and terms.  My
job is to bring emotional honesty
                  to whatever the writing
                  offers up.

political awakening, a chance encounter
     Follow what happens
    by necessity and by choice
                                   escapist theme
lives that
  intertwine on
  occasion.  It
  makes sense

Excitement for the event
  has been building
for weeks
  the line between life
and work begins to disappear

   Simply insert your preferences
and let the program do the rest.
        you locate the 
hottest spots once the sun goes
down.

 the revolutionary aspects
--and there are many—have 
allowed it to succeed in the 
oversaturated cell phone market.

 Do you collect anything?
 Pigs; I’m really fond of pigs.
          I remember she once
said, “I feel as if you are lay-
ing on a train track and a train
is coming and you’re not tied
down, you’re perfectly free to 
get up and move and you’re not
doing it.” 
  who’s going to?

   It was a very
warm, very friendly place and
I enjoyed it tremendously, but
I was in the process of sort-
ing out who I was at the time.
I lived two lives and they were
both good.

  there is something
--something that goes into the 
universe.

  the image of
God.  I believe we can get there.
Paradigms do shift.
  There  are
  considerable tensions
crazy plot logic
Inspiring sight through the glory of sound
 --recognize as
love.
  describes/
reenacts.
 “They’re  two completely
different, self-contained
    it really required an 
 adjustment of mindset, sometime
almost instantaneously 
    ‘Tell,’ and thought
They’re both concerned with how

Spit

Spit from the
as though the were an infant
rind, the pit, of a peach
to name it if we must, the elusive little
four or three, calling from woods, or
with the teeth of beautiful geese.

Make of me a beggar & I will
be.
Chewing gum is lovely, subject or
object.
You can use a word to.
Make of me.
Papier mâché.
Filled with glace or teeth again to chew with with
which to feed. Repetition at its
finest is chewing gum.

How comical! really, he speaks
or else his hands.
Two voices, really, listening,
or yours, straining up above the other heads.
You’re so clever!
Figure it out.
Pull a yarn or a
stitch a pair of hands up.
You have two
hands for a reason.
There must be more to this life
than this world has to offer.
Take it all
as an apostrophe.
Lift it up.

Have you noticed lately how often
the moon goes soughing across?
The sky
open as a fist to allow
passage.

Maybe if it had
all been weighted differently.
There would be a
deeper explanation.

Watch meaning as
it drifts away from you.
Consider.
What it means.
Or else
all as was
still is.
How memory inhabits
or too emotional,
cerebral?

Notice direction of wind because it’s carrying
something in it
you need.

Shift the
car into park.
Let the river overwhelm you.

Write something more substantial.
Tell me a secret about.

I listened twice to
many strings that plucked themselves silly
or meaningless, like a metaphor.
The sot king sits
sot, hiccupping.

All these little things like contrails,
mapping out, or.
Racing, rewriting.
After all, that’s what a map
is for.

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There is no one, to knowingly unknow, or put your palm on the table, fingers pawing at the sky, lessons in fortune-telling. Or something brutal, wind changing direction, weathervanes creaking under confusion. How do you do sincerity. Keep it all or disperse it. As if your lips moved when you spoke. Ask me a pointed question. Accuse me. A spoken word is not a thing in the world. Heavy & barbarous. Snakes in boiling water. Say the word ‘serpentine’ because it suits you. I came home from work to find you sleeping on the telephone. Arithmancy is not the study of numbers or anything. Answer the telephone. Tell me something good & kind & I promise to get a pen & not upset. Feign interest in my own feelings.

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I, or he, only me again, which is always funny & very sad. Someone taking many pictures, any other day, a hawk with a pigeon in its claws, waiting to eat but for this spectacle. How interesting! he says into your red beard. Maybe it’s a metaphor & you’re the pigeon, because that would be clever!

He standing or gerundive, present to others & it really all is very relational. Make your way through it, or throw a party, make a map of it. He sitting, looking studious or drawing doodles on the margin. How many times can he say it or live through it. We are the spectators to his grand decisions. Don’t be the one to decide, be elsewhere or other times because I’ve lived it all before. Don’t you know already that these stories are like buttonholes. Don’t ask me another question. The sheer joy & panic of contemplation, or retribution. Make it a hyphen. People do interesting things all the time. How it feels to remember, an array of enzymes, furtive. Put it in a letter. I put it in a letter. How can you say that to me. Push the envelope.

My, it got cold out! Every day at the park, doing the pedestrian thing. Sing into his beard, sitting in the park. I have to be careful with my language so I use somebody else’s & we’re going to sit here until something happens. Staring into the dark mouth of the evening, wondering after effect & cause. All of this so vague & present tense. Take that however you’d like.

The role of knowledge, like a suitor or tailor, making measurements, asking how it can be so. Relevant, to ask another question. Written in small script like a riddle like a pictogram. Cover it with snow. Take it with you as you walk away. How do you carry a question, in your hands, cradled & swathed in pink fabrics or with the teeth, like steam or a bug in your mouth. I find it terribly difficult to talk about death.

If we go out walking now, the moon will just sit there. Could we ask if that were possible? Whispering the secret, sitting in the park. A different one & one, or together again. Stitched at the seam of your face in his hands just as a question on stale breath lingers in his beard. It’s a bit like someone having food on their face or in their teeth. You feel embarrassed for them but not enough of motivation to tell.

Terrorizing light & color shifts from the television. Instinct, or, at least, the thought of it. Don’t give up on me just yet, he says, wait for the next full moon, he says, let memory be what milks your future, draws it out as through a silkworm, he says, though we both know it won’t budge. The Masoretes put letters into things.

Think it through, walk against a yellow light. The pavement shudders. Or was it the sense of tension in the air, tight like a fist, what are you going to love? I’m listening, rapt at the door. Such a thing is geometric, you with your lilt & awkward nose. I always said it made you look Jewish. This is no fairy tale, writing about predation, hawks waiting to eat. Was it you told me the crackling electricity in the city is enticing? Crossing a room. I’ve no idea how it works. Or if it should.

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The face is where words come from. Such that they can never be repeated. Such that the world turns & we’re going so quickly. Such that you’re out a-walking in the premature dusk of winter. People do interesting things all the time. Make that a large. It is so adjudicated. Or, throw oneself completely into. Long in the tooth, grasping at straws. How it bleeds into you. At, to, in. You drive me there, he says a bedroom. There’s a bed or a body with no heat. Let’s not be so literal. Do it laterally; stretch the page to make a fist or your mouth to sing a song. I thought your music could do it. Make it merry & traipse so heavily. Sheets of ice on the road. I could sing out in cigarette ash, all the hymns in your book. Come up with a melody, take it under the sheets with you. I have learned to listen for the sound of his hands manipulating fabric. No sense in unknowing. The smell of smoke but let’s rest a while longer. You set yourself on fire, waiting for the bus, or walking in clothes that weren’t yours, ignited by a lie, neighbors yelling & yucking it up. In fact, I lost my appetite for fish years ago. Your hand (stops signs) a stop sign a signal –make a way through it, to let it through. Or a ticker tape parade, confetti cascades, obscures distances. How could we cross the field if it was so dark out. Just follow the path, avoid pitfalls. Who is the who saying, what? Or what? At midnight, progress slowly. In bed, hold fast to the parallax of his figure moving away.

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Something of an apple blossom or dust co-mingling with breath. Underneath, a root rot. Stab it in the heart, why don’t you. Or meticulously catalogue its fibers. Breathe in, breath out. As you walk along, think of crisis or sing a jingle from the TV & all the ways of forcing a thing into the mind. At seven, have a birthday party. Golden arches. Less than simply something but not nothing, no thing. Notice the curl, the angle or angular presence of letters. Write something down. These are not directives. Whistling all the way to the bank & home again to have fast-moving hands & a violin. We could say he came back yesterday or that he never left & either case would be true. Terminals, bathrooms, walking heavy. I felt that same nagging lack, always nibbling at my ear. I left your keys in the mailbox. Going or staying? Sunlight in through on an angle, notice the dust motes, swirling. Skin cells. You left or I did, staid, stayed stationary, all would be true. Sing a jingle, play the notes out. We met over coffee with all of this capital between us. I moved but I stayed right exactly where I was if movement is emotion. You moved, that is true. Look at a tree, notice how splendid brachiation. Howler monkeys, lemurs, all mammals owe it to the wet nurse. If I said any of it, or if you did. Friendship ties one & one. Romance stitches. All is on a rhythm but not a schedule & that distinction bears all importance. Or a maple, elm touched with blight, gnarled, knotty. Bees buzzing mild winter. Everything we have only works until it doesn’t. Put down something sharp & small. Sing it out loud. Words you read are heard. Let’s make a day of it, why don’t we. All there is to say, hear said. Where one thought leads to another, a link with no connection. Foraging for berries is fun if you have no money. Or let’s talk about potable water instead. Posing for the camera, it’s all for posterity’s sake or the extension of memory. Not to be pedantic. Go ahead & try it. I saw a bird yesterday I’d never seen before, warbling at me, hesitant but trusting & that’s all there is to it. Look at it directly, all except the sun which slants now several degrees from where it was before. Dust motes caught momentarily by surprise, but not if you’re underground. Or better yet, go through the drive-thru. Step on it. He motions. He is motion. He does motion. Quick & quietly. A bramble, an underbrush. What is the name of those bugs who lay eggs in other insects? All for a feast, a rhythm. You let go of my hand because it was sweaty.