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Richa r d For eman
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By Richard Foreman
Permission kindly granted by the On tological H ysterical Theater
Special thanks to Charles Bernstein
Cover by Dom Sylvester Houdard, 1960s
2001 /ubu ed itions
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Left over, the flutter of paper
bleeds an expectation,
new ro ses not yet
timed.
Ingenious victims
spread thin
on the cut of deep feeling.
Expected night
unflared
like a weight.
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THE FLUTTER that m ight have been
touched
on ly flowers,
and the tight lid
roared
into the sweet night.
So man y fast fires
lined
lost trajector ies.
All eyes ro lled
and the head
emptied
could
vision beh ind th e back
blacked out .
And the roll-touchspread
into a whole city
flashing like ink,
word sucked
into a solid gard en.
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SUSTAINING grey light
key stretch ed
under the fog paw
of damp
idea- mixed trot
up steps of streets
pulling to b e touched.
Not-enfo lded but slid
under the wax-wet finger
of cold m inutes,
bon e into lock-almo nd
creased into th e head
map gouged
in rock-space
like a bell-nut.
Hour into the head
cold coldkeeping the light shell
brief.
City-flash
grain of throat communion,
the bark
of idea on idea
steaming
stained,
glowed.
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MANY, a whole strata
into th e streets
that multiply,
drift
as long memories
shoot fast
pinholes
marking
the ad venturous need le-bra in.
Toast reno vatio n
from fingers
gripping towards skull-skill.
Flow-up g oa l
featured
fluttered
a gap.
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THIN
mouth-effects
spread
brain scrubbed
into the tota l bowl.
Here-here on a flat
boredo m level
like a h ouse
non -tiltab le
becau se full.
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H EARTCARVED
he opened h is palm.
A light spread
left to right.
Insignia of flash,
idea imprint
over the vista-weight
rapid into a
clutch
that spasmed
itself.
A mix
total.
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WHEN in whiteness
a whole forehead a ppears
wiped
and the da y roots
grapple
with foam influx
all hole in the mouth
no n-word
poured from a patient shovel
don t see.
The vista fools
even th e rigorous geometer.
Tran slato r too kaput ,
except error
which bursts
into th e non -locatable
(glo ry) EAR.
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THE VAST
open eye
self plung e
with a word .
Un-twist
into the total
mix
of langua ge selves.
Singular melange
re-found.
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VANISHING
was a resource
employed by crowds best able
to utilize twilight hours
Circulation without revelation of deep tho ught,
remarkable printed information
captured with speed.
Wind ow washers
swept by doubt
plunged aga in into space,
met d eeper,
those they heretofore dared not embrace.
A meal in a hundred
still in fligh t
added clean surfaces
to banished imagination.
Somebody thinks Oh , its raining,and a glass door very
de-man ufactures the urban electricity.
Don t shock too soon.
Do n t retro -revolve
your very glass
door of downpour
of demon ic drift
of double correct
very real sweetness.
I said electricity and I meant electricity.
I said rain, an d I meant lift your eyesif you still have them.
That downpour
is mine.
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O VERTURNED CHAIRS
find their way into history books.
Massive d iscoveries
fill suitcases and coffee tables.
Cups stand drunk not.
The residue of celebration seems uncommonly brilliant.
Why! Why! Cry creatures.
The streets are sometimes empt y.
Painted store fronts deepen their paint.
Colors, not more intense today
Say maybe tomorrow.
Oran ges on the stands
Roll when jostled.
A ho rse appear s.
Spectators scatter a nd pretend to be speed shopping.
Perception comes to an end.
The ro utes open fully
and a car heaven,
heaves.
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A ROUTE, re-twist
under th e blanket light
no w-new ha ze folded
onto the memor y screen
re-peopled with each grasped
digit-item
Knives and forks
where-marched
upright.
Idea-stalk
between bites
into my own
intimate buying.
Day knocked through the dream
pre-sleep at the t ab le heaving gifts
under the lamps
sad rule of light.
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ICE MUSIC cools noth ing
but rare as music
temperate, non-believeable,
this could be lost
or not lost.
Major belief
the key to all
self-lifting
comes now with darkness
into the non-street
speeding.
So it was.
inside-out
from a blind socket.
The light
poundng through fingers
again and again.
The potato in the mouth
slows the landscape
red-purple
under its liquid-visible
glow.
No belief manifest,
but small isolated occasions
rose to the o ld music,
a tired fist
only.
The suburban driftre-heavy with deep flair
was a continuim rea lly
so no bod y got wet
and the d eepest pa rameters spread like tactile butter.
Oh? I head him repeat,
Tactile butter?
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A DEFINITIVE OUC H ,
he rose to no occasion,
smiled beh ind vario us disguises,
kissed an exploratory good by,
lifted no h and in considerable intensity.
Now you know him.
Without shadows
he spread
his fingers
to touch all shores of the personal.
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A CERTAIN REPERTORY
of imagina ry left-outs,
thats what the shelves in shadows made solid
in a way that had no way out.
Could I re-scan a nything but a beginning?
I said no t
and was self-surprised.
All the h um-drum
mad e such a loud n oise
I had no ears.
I betoo k other events
in place of coming to terms with what was
dear,
sweet,
and too m uch touched to be rea lly kissable.
First time wa s last time.I gobbled
swallowed
not scared, not free
not particularly me.
That s how I got where I am n ow
not particularly.
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I COME hurtling toward s you
in my langua ge.
Feet, hea d
arms and lungs
all excha nge superiour position in rapid succession .
And th at
we call hurtling.
Does it hurt?
Of course it does
in a way.
In what way?
Listen,
while I pound upon you with the top of my head.
Can you feel that pounding?
Its the top of my head!
Ill make you bleed
like I bleedfrom th e very top of my head.
(Repeat after me:
From the very top of my head !)
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B RIEF BUTTER
circulated
at the enterence,
hobbeled
by the sweet taste
of the mouth king,
re-entering
all doors
vast and ajar.
Schemes, schem es
that drop
into the dry brain,
the watchful
mix.
Was it domes
that passed here?
Butter shine
made thickleaf magic
rites of smear
smoothed
on the forehead
of hairless
camels.
I too
ha ve tra veled
by sliding .
Up and down was my wont
acq uiring agile tastein the gold d esert.
Sweet
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with the old blankness
of stuffed
thought-flesh.
Zap: into the turning.
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TRIAD:
the man y finger
pound-clusters,
fours, fives,
all ma gnet -bled
in suspended blast,
not
the verge-hold
splay return
inevitably brain fed
compoundagain.
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WH EN A WH O LE
turned
vehicle slid
lateral
to its shadow,
an image rock
in th e bra in of the Who-Who .
It did
die-not.
Color
out of color
shone-aga in.
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THE DARKNESS FALLS.
Radio pulsations extend t heir reach.
Interference increases, which multiplies the possibilities wherein noise
may accidentally suggest eternal realities.
Eyes search the shadows, inventive and turn inward.
Certain genuses create from the blackness artificial day.
As a result, real day begins evoking an imitation and so
imitat es itself.
Airplan es flying o ver th e city
but no one looks.
Their rout s solidify into n oise umbr ellas.
A vast space is pierced.
Symbo lism b ecomes light to see by.
Animals relate to n etworks of huma n intera ctionby imagining how to b ack up.
Man, being an animal
Does it his way, by self consciousness.
Winds rustle venetian blind s.
Streets empty themselves beyond likelyhood.
Ladies alone under the covers resolve to make
tension radient.
Ask how and no answer is forthcoming
which in the silence,
deepen s resolve.
Old men a re covered.
Hands clutch at protuberances in the shadows
tha t tun e bio-active faculties.
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Organs turn
Into self.
The p ossibilities of future action
count with birds
not on branches.
An electric glow is seen
behind deep water
falling from ha lf closed open faccuts
in a variety of rooms trying to con solidate.
Women b enea th ceilings that echo wallpa per,
the head spinning
.
Ha ircuts lowering impenetrable invitation.
The cat
multiplied a s ikon
finds no competition.
Shadows fry.
Organizations meet.
Vast important resources tap carpets,
deep red.
Windo w washers lower th eir eyes to see space.
Already eaten meals spread consciousness toward new dimentions, but
recognized by memor y,
menues float.
Rejuvona ted carpets
loan things
Eyelids converge on bridged discrepences of sightseeing.
The bus loses axel power.
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Gr eese tread s new routes
and the sore foot triumphs over elusive pain.
Sitting becomes a method of transcendence.
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MUSIC not music
but wind that stopped.
Tree houses loose all mystery.
Birds rise, their mecha nism und erstood .
Empty streets look again, no less full than normal.
Shopping sprees seem slow, which is normal.
The woman with fur quivers but it passes.
Clocks all nota te, which is not norm al.
The unusual fa lls into place like clockwork.
Dogs make imagination the next plateau.
Energy waves latch onto heat, a nd lose entr y.
The locked gates hint
at everything else.
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C RASHES self-muffle
and railroad bridges decide late bets come from the heart.
A workman a llows pride to greese the wheels of going in circles
and steel rims the ho rizon.
Wha tever r ises says
Steam, you are part of t hat g iant blackness, now.
(Musical mole-business
of course,
musical mo le business.)
Men light their own eyes
using a utom obile tricks
to stack people up
at bridge supportable
trait-trading posts.
Rivers cross und er, tur ning into no n-rivers.
A red Cadillac finds ways to color itself
that remain public.
Still time for lunch?
The star toast sparkles
until it travels to the stomach
where it sings
Swim, swim!
Heres lunch, but it h urts.
Swim, swim,
Heres lunch for free, but dont touch.
H eres lunchbut I vanish in order to be eaten.
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I AM HELD
by the music that rises.
Engines of sound .
Waves, slow slices of the would-be ear,
hands into the teeth absence
palatable now.
(What makes the bo dy dan ce?
And dan ce it does.)
A program for a life
lured
with the intensity of singing,
dancing, sleep even,
of which no intensity is the memory even.
Such a soft expan sion
that the very untouchable is the very intense.
A program for lifede-learnable.
A true
program fo r life
disolved in its own
liveliness.
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AIR MASQUERADE
drenched in sun.
Shop windows
chorus-able.
A gaze of bo unce
eyed into th e long
white boulevard
with a yowl
of heaven-butter.
Such was that placid t ick
under th e eyebrow
when great beauty
hit.
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AFTERNOON crack
of convergent metal.
I bet I h eard that mysterious sound
because I was here for a whole afternoon .
Why?
Because a whole afternoon is nothing to me.
In poetry city,
I bet I stay
a real long time in fact
because more poetry means more fun.
What was that noise,
that metalic crack, in fact?
Something in my heart?
Not at a ll.
A vehicle exploded
or rather began to and stopped
because nothing in Poetry City fulfils itselfwhich is why its poetry city,
get it?
I bet you didn t.
But it happened like that
and whatever it is that happens
gets into you, somehow
in P oetry City.
(Ive had fine, fine meals here.
I bet you ha ve.
Oh indeed, I bet you have.)
The philosopher turned over his plate
in poet ry city.
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in th e resturant ca lled JOY
he finished his lunch
from a series of un comfortab le positions.
JOY, JOY, the passerby was corrected
as he almost though t of a sking
old-timers
for the most dependable resturant
in P oetry City.
The gray clouds hung over something
beyond streetcorners
that evoked
what should have been d ocks,
but no river flowed or even
cut wet
between the semi-tall b uildings.
What s the best way in a nd out
of P oetry City?
Not by water o f course,there is none.
And the philosopher dried his throat .
Not by air
which compacts over the city whole
like a blan ket of foa m,
and the philosopher swallowed hard.
Not by rail,
for once
where streetcars cut electric slap paths
into the interiour
no w rest assured with lying wherever you find yourself.
And the ph ilosopher turned to d essert
which ha d been served first an yway
and mad e a smile out of h is mental m uscles.
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You lo ok ha ppy,
claimed his companion and vanished.
Which on e of th em?
An a nswer was
shhh, forever.
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THIN LANGUAGE
bark climb to the leaf
leaping serious.
World cover
a glo w window-no t
into the heart.
Sit comforta bly
til the room
tilts, back crack
of cerimonial verb
de-used
for filler.
Til a stuffed head
again
lifts suppprted
into super-chair.
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P OETRY MELTS language doesnt it?
The whip
applied on myself by myself.
Debat able pleasure maybe
but as I divide myself
hacked off parts
offered
in the hand.
Once
I made language remarkably agile.
Now the alpha betic display
turned on itself
its ikon soup, estranged voice
like a die-cut
semi-perfect apple of speech.
So I self tumble.
Lost restrain o f word pack
all trim at lasta language
peed out.
So many old fruits
non -tasted .
Piles and piles of ghost cards
pound ed, re-mad e reada ble.
The older word
ordered
into a vast
drum thump
like good to ngue oderwind flapped.
Idea b ut thickened
with h urt
turned again, word aga in
through iron-braced m ind.
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TH E D EED of clout,
pure and missed
through potency.
Alas,
a full
space organ .
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THE DARKNESS,
crystalized into faint noise
tra vels the streets,
hussels
turtle-like
under the electric spark of a deliberate music
heard or pressed gent ly into the eye.
Temples of such delicacy.
Forehead relics.
Streetcars return from dead years.
Leaves fall but then cho ose not to dan ce
but do dance
becau se wind is always present
and the dark balconies
conspire
remembering light from which they separate
absorbing all.
A moon hesitates
somewhere tha t falls not
into expectatant diner plates
or in to wa lkable shoe-shines
clean on dessert-pavement that moves.
But a bed-time circle is not yet tuned
and a night wave
crests without noise
pulling shadows into its specific glue.
Pigeons arran ge into gr ids of non -wind
and the invulnurable directionrests under a n odo r
stopped and imorta lized.
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H EART SWITCHED
but no storm comes
unblessed.
Wound to t ruth.
Fluid in uncover-myth
the eye mounts
into bite-long
trot.
Blood delivered
hold
flower pause
of b reath-seed.
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A STEAM HEART skids thro ugh streets,
a locomo tive of wind-flapped silk,
despond ency no n-possibile no w.
Newspaper devotees duck a collective head
into the door that shuts by opening.
A mix of words and wind
afford s travel hallucination
the better to unfold,
but wha ts to be seen
except from second floor balconies that tilt
toward n irvana corner I pass,
meaning I ha ve no claim to the specific facade
I can t see
because Im it.
The shadow is my arena.
The windparticle sliced into my eye
makes the entire street reflexive
so I get deposited
like gravey on pavement .
I too
rustle my engines
like a tin duck.
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A MAN, t ilt hat ,
lets boo kstore windo ws slide
into veritable side-of-the-mouth
sweet-stuck
no-where but hair.
Vaseline pron e boo k frontage
Ready to dine on top.
Po mpado r soup-flat
into no n-read ab le slime
cleans the market of literature.
Whats left
shines
re-eatable after all.
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H IS RIPT
fanciful d imension
over-ripe
enough fo r pleasure
trades equal
in departure of zonk.
Zip, the a ll time-tun e
of ants
rips into
jacket law.
Encasement
flows and gallons of
woosh-directives
a whole boy now
rise, glow
of the semi
solved.
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WHAT WAS DEEP
circles itself
so tight
it slips up o n everything else.
Goodness
is what shadows exclaim.
Everything filled, everything aba ndo ned.
Free mo vement triumphs
surprising b ut soft
and windows
light again
turn within a signal.
Anima ls of n on -light
feeling friendly
hurry home.
Perfumed recollectionsdeposit a dim glow
as curtains drift,
lace still holding th e promise of penetration
never acted upon .
Sweetness fills even outsiders
all inside
the total imagining.
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VAST, underhanded
the loop
dedicated to outside talk.
But the butter tongue
leads
leashes
an d walls-word s
uncovered
to last
in dirt.
Free burried speech
so the one face
shines.
Lan guag e-wipe.
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C ATHEDRAL
depth charge.
Brain crackers.
(Cathedra l, thats the term.)
A zone of practice.
The word opens,
as a vast whole
rings. Like a bell.
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A TAXI spins
once too often
greasing the wallpaper.
Rose bloom
and humid supper
rink my tra vel.
Here I am.
I sleep.
The boulevard gets spider arms
so rotated
all a ctivity
muffin -baked b y speed
pours fast
into sky channels
sharp gr oving
the black light.
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STREETS ACCOU NT
and the bomb of reason
treads
where the soft light
spits an d spins
mandolins and grace.
Thought forms under wraps
til the carpet piano
thuds also into idea.
Flesh filled duet
from the empty
double music.
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I D like to give myself
a new language
which would pr ovide
instant happiness.
Speaking the words,
the sequences made available
by an unima ginable syntax,
Id be ha ppy just mouthing
the pro mise at least
of happiness.
The promise
so deliberate and exact,
as good as fulfilment,
but no t fulfilment
and yet
I like it.
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TWIST shineable.
Out of wack
tran ce-treatment .
Prance
into the language that opts
beleagured, loadable,
flat, duck-of-it
similar
to itself.
Marked tota l
smartness.
Riftable.
(Do vent).
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ANOTHER TIME
I might tell you about diamonds that fell out of the numbered dial of my
wrist wat ch
Anoth er time
I might circle how much to get please
out of a man who wants truth just to pour out of me.
O.K.
In the movie titled Filled Pockets
a man reaches a door
but hesitates a long time before turning the
knob.
Someone shouts thief
but never again is reference made to that moment.
The ma n h esitates at the d oor.
Ora nge light streams over h is face.
Blotch.
And the projector breaks.
You stand, a nd just at tha t momen t a light com es on.You a re a tta cked by man y.
A spider covers your face but nothing drains the intensity of light.
You fa ll, emptied into th e present.
Don t a sk for your mon ey back.
The aud ience has fled a nd you are bleeding
alone in the theater
searching for change.
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A MELON rolls forward on glass feet.
Somebodys idea of a parade
pours from th e fulfilled resturant.
H eroes pounce,
forks for strolls.
The music
Speaker-wise
tears up a group of blackened faces
clutching the band stand simulacre.
Why me? cry us
as empat hy itself
swoops
forraging
in the dirty shirt.
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H E APPROACHED
waffle
under the iron tongue
sizzle-talk,
under the word.
A boo m
full or up
not orientation-fault
but a gold
vein
blood tabled,
dinner sucked
de-languaged
by rote
with the teeth whirling
emphasis-sliced
as it-all.
Is someb od y really asleep?Already my eyes are heavy.
Requirements un-liftable,
he seems ready to wake up.
Boats able to reverse
bring da rk packages from infant mo uths.
A knee kissed and exposed
proves volume expendable
yet thirst
paces
and the window lam p makes veiled correspondence.
Flowers
glow under th e knife.
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MUTANT,
liable to d isagreeable
flight
soft-up.
But the quip-solid
with it s axis-ment ality
dr ifts still
by a skew tha t
face-makes
of its direction on ly.
Skid-skew.
The ot herwords that
creases the bra in fold
of the whirl
all-done.
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SO-ROADS
where lunch comes bright.
Double w-wood facad e
hauled by
slant light.
Slats munch lost
into deeper autumn.
Napkin pattern appetite
in wind.
Spoken dar t
using the same mout h
spoon spread.
Vocabulary twists from under
where taste
reins the eye.
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Bowed
crest in me.
Violin m ud
much play twisted.
Muscle awake
but vast
when the arm
uncovers
new in revolve
the selfish skin a dvent
folded , re-fold ed
groan able flight-path.
Flat
violin pancakes
spun
from the bent arm
bubblingcollision into the fat face
launched
by a tongue
non-singable.
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Cold, he twisted
a tho ught ikon-itself
down t o the very grain
now grafted.
Drift
each blossem
that fell deep
into the furnace.
Slice fused
blast flower
to a h urled out
zero degree
of accident
all midget night
owned and owner
of it self.
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U TTERLY flat,
a plateau of sight
evolves the co agu late
fresh-stiff,
rends forthcomings
all ho t-heigh t
in the a rrowed seam of the eye.
Light gurgles in th e low throat
purple, finger-big
pressing on vision.
The t able flatten ed
by scan-weight,
seated night groaping
into all-white
gelatin vision.
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A GALLOP
sliced til ho ves
cataloging th e rain street
porcelain laced
smallness its grace
framed not
by the green vine
tha t on ly flickers,
not itself
in yellow fillimen t.
Tot ter ing am p-snap
knocks
til teeth
separate a nd spread
rump furrow
all paste
on stone g lassy.
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C ITY under airplanes
no plain truth on wide walls
entering through accident only.
And the city ambulence
white-maneuvers
like hurt straw
into th e shape tha t suits it best.
Heart shaped
pump of unreason
tha t spews
back into the street system
a pool of nourishment.
untouched.
Real food
unfath omab le as always.
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KNIVES CUT
when the air is clear
and lemons
roll from plates
into th e tunneled streets.
The sinking trolly vanishes
past
or round a corner
or into d ust
as the O h yes
Ive been here
pulls sha des,
trembling
over the unfinished meal.
Run into t he street.
Roll with the ro und
yellow fruit
pouring from the brainthat slices
through neighborhoods
heat fixed
to th e skull
that falls.
A plate receives messages
a window re-transmits
and my eye
solid
builds me.
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ROSE DOUBLE,
authen tic layered self
sweat-heaved in o rbit.
Sintilating heat no-heat:
sweet joined past multiple hurtles.
Rose whine curled
into go ld hea t-space.
Whif-drone,
non -ad hesive g lue flower
trembler.
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I CAN IMAGINE
the committment to langauge.
Something
not expressed
but thunderous
as the world,
with holes
widening as fast
as the world widens.
Did he take me
to where I was
grey and soft
like an instinct inside ma tter?
The double revolve of two mental wheels
did echo th e spread of th at a ctivity.
So urban we were
doffed hats into th e whirl of winds
but I sankinto a direction that spoke.
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H I S O WN H O NO R
not a n neglected aspect of himself
but a buckle
that shone.
A fly
decorating his own maneuvers through space
until the fly king said
Enough I ha ve seen
with m y seventeen eyes
and I sink
into th at very delight
sufficient.
His own trust
not a forgotten part of the repetoire
but somehow
what th e overkill of the emo tion
emptied.
A suitcasein a city hard to fathom.
His own fathomlessness
not a look in the wrong direction
but mirro r-like
a part of th e eaten
cake of responsibility that goes down sweet
in endless stomach upheavals
spreading whole pavements of catagor y
masq uarad ing as like and like-no t
whirling really
in all directions at once.
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SADLY he spoke
fire-based
with feet
asphalt caressed.
Breaking tendern ess
rolled sweet
under particles of
day to day
chewed to
grass
like spun language h air.
Oh , he was a sweet one
and a disappointed one
and a lost, totally lost.
Look at the ha nd-tongue
shaking
in the long tunnel
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REMARKABLE or not,
hewed to no form
but form
he did vast-reach
across the inch
of the finger.
The tiniest joint
balanced
like sea-blue
in the pin-eye
foam
of his whirling.
On the fifty-two year pivot
dro wn-fear float s
under the more noticable muscles
unavailable
by twist rath er than fact.
A fact
floats
remarkably
twist-high.
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THE GEERS do mesh
but a sleep
undone by itself
drea med into d istan ce-lake
by which fish eye-trauma
caugh t on e-eyed on ly.
Pa ck reflective
like a beam t hinner
to make me-me-me
arise like a twist.
The lan guage
und one by its stitch-self
cuts
into do uble-joint
what eye-glue
spans
into
raw I was.
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THE GREEN
tried apple bites
into a ll-over
but a branch
lifts, bites
into the outside star -self
where
grass only
I count fingers in flight.
Skies, bra nch es, spark gaps
of th e non -apple
refracted itself
fallen from n o branch
til a bite
speeds forth
the seed of happens
not-yet.
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I KNOW things
and in the very center
a hole
brown-burrows
til the edge
unkept like light
speaks of its own
discovered drift
and that plate
edges
into complete
hurrah
whole again like a type
unbent.
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EACH SPLIT separated
into a non-space
all frontal demand.
Skull in essence de-brewed
to drink unthought
the return fluid of a slow
triumph look-alike
panic sparking
the unt roubled hurt -not
of hurt kernal.
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WONDERFUL
rag e-freed om
and the dawn drops
partial
against itself.
The flick of
tremendous round, calm
already tumbling
into pa st ice
gath ering up cold destinies.
Wit, but a word mo re
and the revolved crack
spread like fire trumpets
music of solid foot
pound ing a dust-effectual remark
making its own iced reflex.
Blanket enough to doto da ylight
whatever ousts
the maintained tremor
of spleen-beam
us.
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P SYCHE OUT the shape
of a ll events expanding
because of the overlap on a point
added o ne by one.
Drift to the right
so if one counteracts the drift
time stops.
And the circle is penetrable
and the eye is the center
origin point
sees or is seen.
Nothing is there.
The eye self-enclosed
non -radiat ing
except circular,
on and throught itself.
Tight weavewhere tight means nothing.
The self-selfed
empty
a point now
all because one moved
against movement.
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P EOPLE are in the streets.
Empty houses re-fill at no particular speed.
A lost love re-surfaces and is hewn from different oak
but born again
and all think of themselves as body
worn once
but now indelibly fixed in small private possession.
Street lights brighten before the storms occasional a rrival.
U mbrellas lift into h eretofore empty space
and the sawed bran ch evoked, breaks not
except yes
into a hundr ed small arms and legs that whirl
having been sawed
into no possible
otherwise
coming home.
Just like
In th e beginning.In the beginning
a deep sleep
dreamless.
No sleeper
on ly the sleep
fold into itself
from which a ma n of a certain age
rolled forward
into no time at all.
Rolled, rolled, rolled
and rolled, rolled
rolledrolledrolledrolledrolled.
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C O ULD IT B E that I rose into d ifferent light?
Could it be tha t I lost interest in the to tal revolve of th e semi that called
itself circle?
Could it be tha t I toasted the second rat e, under the impression tha t
compassionate meant hero?
Do nt do ubt anything except the strata gically isolated,
cried my guard ian an gel.
and I was awake to that
just a little too soon.
Con fusion was no t MY recipe
but the angel of that persuasion capped a lifetime of energy
with a slow lift-off
into nam e th at tune-less
they all sang
so singable.
H ow be friends said the smileand I covered, of course, my own mout h first.
Cant you shine tooth light
into a grimace that hurts no one?
(It gains access through th e dreaming of more than
of o ccasional fa ctors.)
Funny
it was factories that aimed at the mamoth corrective operation.
None of it worked out but it sure mad e music
and that best noise
was the worst o f all po ssible word s.
A worst reha bilitation machinethats why Im MAD ABOUT MUSIC
chimed in a hell-of-a-lotta young thing s
who too k things off into n ose country.
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I too , sloaped
I mean , slopped
into th e desert of life
which fools
you
me
but n ot everybody
who of course you recognized as one of my more
SUC CESSFUL d isguises.
So when you hea r on t he gra pe-vine
Big guy, your prize just got delivered!
don t even look.
Im a crook, about my own handywork.
So. fingers? Ouch!
Risk it, of course.
Its terrible,
but not really music.
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YES, to th e vibrating finger
close to what s close.
Demon ically eat of gentle
direction and allow
all.
Notice how the voice
vowels the experien ce.
Thick falsity in fact.
Your fo cal fing er poin ts to itself
only by the n on -point
of tremor.
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After many experiences
one came to an end.
It wasnt thinking that came forward.
It bounced
against itself.
It continued.
It ca lled itself
multiple bounce. A whole world.
Thats all it took
to ma ke a whole
world of trees
world of ideas
world of tables
world of rats
world o f skies
world of thinking itself
world of rivers
world of h ousesworld of laws
bounce
world of ideas
world of tra cks
world of farms
world of value systems
bounce
world of music
world of pies
world o f eye glasses
bounce
world of wars
world of bedsworld o f systems
world of blood
world of wind
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world of everything else
bounce.
A certain fear
had not much to do with reality
until it got tasted.
It realized fear.
It could d o no wrong.
It d ressed in jewels
that blinded even itself
from lights elsewhere.
It prefered
blindness
and other affectations
of self dazzlement.
Through multiplication
it came upon
twice full of ad miration
saying to itself,
If this is fearit isnt b ad.
But who spoke
when that being
flew into the h eights of the room um brella
so the rain
could no t water rea l flowers?
It wanted to ma ke explosions
like the real
beautiful thing it was (no t).
The philosophers tableupside down
as always.
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It didnt rain.
That was my own
wrist fa lling t hrough space
to slap aga inst
the tree that ta lked.
Look. Many of th ose trees
lining the road to the park
where burials alread y
made opera out of
previous a gression.
I did seizing the ha nd t o my right.
Tell more tim e, more time
and the fullness made o f itself
arrangements
so that an ordered world said
Hey, Im just a piece of the WORD.
With that for a foo t
start a nd circulatealmost reaching the starting point.
But a las
the door shut.
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Noth ing. A twist
of the kernal of space
seeded me.
Nothing.
A non -ab eran t descent.
Twist
into the harmony of incompatable sources
all miles
from my telephone and brain.
Look, again I lost contact.
Giddy again
I dialed,
zero seed
into a vibrating flower
tha t said
Pa ss not
which was the code.
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Soon, soon,
did he throw a hat in the air.
Soon, did a flutter
turn automa tic.
Soon, soon,
when a bar o f chocolate
and a bar of soap
were inter-changa ble
what got a bubble burst?
And
Soon, soon,
the place it fell to
was uncomforta ble delight.
So ro ll, twist,
the mind behind the mind
so th e grain irritant oyster
goes snap
at th e brain spark that lights up
MY whole world at least.
Roll, roll.
I got no ocean
in my ocean.
Space out
phases.
Pha se, phase.
don t get lost
eating you basis.
It goes out in a b ig circle,
loops back and says the tripple dipdips me, you
and everybody in goo d stuff.
When I stuff,
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I say stuff,
more stuff.
Pha se it, pha se it.
Veronica came into my life
like a cyclone of plastic.
Who got o ff first?
Ha rd to say, but when I
stepped do wn from th e talk alot bus,
boy, was I hot.
Pha se it, phase it.
That means cool out th e whole planet.
Air- da le and more
my holes to vent
blocked up by the information
that wasnt Veronicas trip.
So my return ticket
stuck up
tickled me
and I couldn tphase it, phase it.
So instead I
phase it, phase it,
phase it all the time.
Pha se it.
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No pearl
circle the tall tree
but h esitate.
Drink.
Hesitate.
And the electricity of the pause
vanishes
inside its own pause of thirst.
Then
a look which spreads wide
the white of the sky
enters so ma ny heads
from th e part d irectly over the bra in
that the words of exaultation
glisten
on a ll things
rising.
Counter-move
to th e slow driftof wooden
twilight.
Look, look toward the shadow.
Its no shadow.
Its the inside of light
already sleeping.
And the trees
man ufacture all purpose solutions
and me,
flying self poised
in the direction alread y givenby non -saying.
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Un der water
risen aga in.
I float not
but obey.
So what sails
from me
is
utter wind.
That reach interiour
that th rough itself
only
courses in gold.
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Misguided, a tribulation
all-offered .
A roaster for rides
de-marked to re-inject
start of population ad ventures
that made wheels
where a crowd died
under its individual plaint.
Soft into the self-selves
that swerved-like
only to the flick of moment consciousness
in-eyed a ll.
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H is grey features
as a rolled-through city.
His dappled attention
provokes the lattace
of glimpsed vista-cuts
so into each bar-resturnant-cafe
the nostril like vortex
into which goes
the exploratory
wipe-out of swirled
body as stretched sleep.
I saw nothing
til now.
Its then.
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The exp erience
rolled up
(it ha d time) (always time)
sweetens
into the unrecognizable
honey
that is always honey.
Um- strokes,
of the beaten wing
flying h ome.
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Hopeful
he giant entered.
H e gave way
to tha t mist tha t covered the city
which was no city
but a co llection of no t-recollected d evices
long endured.
Hopeful
he no longer collected wha t h opefullness revealed
under the hour glass of so many missed
brown and gold hours
of despondency and effort
Hopeful
he flew.
But th e mist through which he circulated
did n ot cry City, I know your corners
your brilliant avenues
but I flap in your own b usy wind,stride like the idea of jeweled accomplishment.
Look how the joint of arm and leg
flash in the extention of multiple idea
made concrete from the accomplishment
that renders
the solid fact of each particular dream.
Hopeful
he lifts,
and cities choir into themselves.
Hopeful
he rides to his own end of the line
and half sleepis enough for to tal
sleep
which follows
in the mist.
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G ratitude slips through the net.
Pile driver inertia blooms.
A certa in reg ister
un-pre thoug ht
but purcha sed
witnessed
slow disappearance.
In a city
no one speaks.
Search for the hotel.
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Now let me pick up a hammer.
Now let me lift a sharp instrument which is really to be used on the to oth
except Ill use it on my own gold eye.
What?
G od s eye?
The one tha t sees thr ough d arkness becau se tha ts just imag inar y ad ven-
tures. The mo ment I turn the light on everything goes black.
I should have brought a tooth pick.
No, an ice pick.
It grow out of my head like a stalk of reality.
Look into th at h ole and you think you see yourself
but lo ok twiceits me.
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They wanted me to build
but I refused.
They gave me a collection of motifs
and said b uild yourself a world
was it a world? I do nt think so.
A city maybe
or a single house
or n ot a house even but since a rea l storm is coming
a kind of minimal shelter only.
I r efused.
I refused on principal.
(O utside the rea l place
his longed for paradise did come
sooner than expectation.
A rare d imention
dreaming the leaf itself
eaten, tiredand the sky that rose
plate like,
uncooled by the other dimentions
he choose not.
But the not
one hundred times
in its fast oscilation
mad e each wall necessary aga in
til decoration flowered
and the main ha llucinating truth
repeated
into the real.)
Should I a llow the real.
Should I accomplish myself
or vanish into th e agreed on
happiness.
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Should I duck for joy
when th e ho rizontal elevator displaces
not smiles, but the long light of an afternoon
wasted in discarded pleasure tha t plays back
all golden memories
because the achieved bride of self
does the circular da nce
tha t only real troupers know
as the harvest of what came
before anyone invented applause
to ruined that once and spontanious
nothing at all
happy.
Should I track.
Should I encore.
Should I toss off noth ing.
Should I count more than the accident It happened.
But it did.
Self-coun ted .
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When the wall of time
is flat
directio ns are still possible into t he un i-direct ion
spread though the capable hand
tha t mocks not
its own elevated receptor.
It do es dive into the space of ra dical drift.
So time which is a tint on ly
(residue of the rea l swoop-color)
fades again into its own
pass-self.
And the ha nds
stretch to n o held
beat.
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No a-oar
rowed up
but the lengthen
drift.
And all collections
de-formed
because it was inherent .
That was the form
known to itself
from th e great tra velled distance.
Small unimagined drift.
Dont think.
Here it is in the eye.
but dont notice.
Alonecircles it.
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Is this langua ge
spoke flying?
It does
fly.
My face wiped
itself
with language.
Round
like a moving ro ck.
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The t ruth
bends into existence.
Thats all right.
People topple
anyway.
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There is no pu blic life.
Ripped from the walls are violins
Played but once.
And the wallpaper reforms
under the ga ze of the exhausted music lover.
Crossroads decide to sleep
and a violence unimagina ble
takes flight und er the eye of eyes
rooted in the bright
reflexive glow all dr ift.
Good for now.
Goo d for tomorrow.
A smile offered
slightly more th an remarkable.
Outsiders howl.
Insiders lift t heir skirts.
Dont doubt
everything is on the opposite side of expectation
and plunges so q uick
into the invisible quicksand of
Oh, this remark, that remark.
There. What I said was etched
in some kind of no n-refunda ble gold.
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Self-calm
in the afternoon
his flar for excitement was objectified..
Sand wiches un-ate
and the began
re-wound
mad e him th ink himself whole
like non-clock time
the body
shirks.
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Bund les of being.
He was that kind of hero.
A new plan for life
The refusal to make conn ection s.
What kind of explosion is the result?
My own self generating
gently.
And his han d flew multi-directio na l from th e wrist.
Brains
potatos
auras
sponges
planets.
Out of memory
he d rew bucketfulls of a lphabet n otes.
A different letter of the a lphabet
at the top of each note.Many ways to a rrange t hose notes
alphabetrical form producing on e arran gement.
Word s could be spelled using t hose letters
at the top of each page
arranging the sequence of notes
specific ways.
So as you see
I shall be vigorous
but lost.
A potato is in the mo uth.Feet bring one to the edge.
U pside down is a dilemma n on-contra dictory
so we lose our way and benifit.
All manifestation takes a powder.
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Look cry lost children no longer lost
We got lost.
Such celebration.
So many potato s.
Such reunions and feastings
All of cour se under tot ally false premises.
Rapidly the abandoned fields
lose clo ud -cover.
Wha tever floral displays were con sidered
drift
into a dust that came from those skies
slowly
like ra in
though the speed was different
and no o ne considered it like speed.
Charted as it was
against a vertical direction that had no opposite
the word drift
was manifestingund er everybodys con sciousness.
Blest
lost
empty
and radient about the very whole thing
forever and forever
into the da rk pit.
Ho les in the a ir
ventelated
not the uncomfortable things
but th e untoucha ble because alwayspre-mature.
Always.
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No belief was man ifest
in a ma jor way
but small isolated occasions
rose to the o ld music
a tired fist on ly.
The suburban drift
re-heavy with d eep fla ir
but it was a continuim really
and so
nobo dy got rea lly wet
and the d eepest pa rameters were spread like tactile butter,
Oh? I head him repeat
Tactile butter?
(A definitive, ouch .)
That suburban d rift
wasnt m y real homecoming.
I da sh itso that in the beyound I can accomodate
my real self.
Then, doning the uniform complete
here I am.
An I-star.
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Caught, the iron
was re-hea ted.
Index-term,
the forma l agile property
of nom ad p-p-puffs
from which n on-spew
or not
a vapor fea st.
Loud claxon fruit
proof to its orbit
own-chewable
fever dropped
into the word-world
of this.
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Twisted into comprehen sibility
he rose
to no occasion.
He smiled behind his various disguises
he kissed, a n explorator y good by
he lifted no han d in considerable intensity.
Now you know him.
H e spread h is fingers
to touch all shores of the personal.
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Oh white raider.
Oh ash phonetics.
Speaker of hea rt scooped out.
Oh tall time master of the wrist,
spinner of height and depth
tho se two-twin acts of a d esperation n ot even conversent
with fluid dwellings
of th e sentim enta l lynch -pin.
I thro w now the key into th e deeper pit.
I spring no-locks
that braid in the h eads hair
like fireflies at n oon
sleeping so it appears
elsewhere.
But in fact
iced onto a larger dream,
vision an d to oth r emoved.
The gap, the fructifier!(Repeat after me.)
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Capable, as always.
Risen that mea ns out of control
into masterful drift. Always
bu t
when an a- eye
blin ks eno ugh to a llow-in-all
should I be open to you too?
You also?
You b end in yourself
like a real tossed element
of total a gitation.
It s my desire.
Its my dream also.
Kill it I did t ry
but being OUT of myself wasrotten to the core.
Here I am again.
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I cant complain
when I was already wet
before the downpour.
It to ok the STING
out of things.
How silly they did seem
with no mo re sting.
Stroll along
adm iring the flowers
and faint not
til the next squall you didnt name.
But you licked it good
for its elusive
sweetness
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Everything continues as planned
then it doesnt.
So I just saw
vision.
Anoth er field of occurence
which lept at me
not sudden
not forcefully
no t in visibly
like a significan t
and drift like it did
drift.
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No rea sons, he says,
and the delight was big.
A terrible wind
didnt collect much.
Memorabilia that didnt count.
Only high grade ore,
deliberate a nd positive
is something to fill your head .
But talking about hat s
internals hats show off
the color of t hese latent id eas.
Then, searching every mirror in town
you can be sure of winning
the last race
raced.
It superceeds all others
in slowness
so its won
like the colorful repetition
of everything
you forgot to think.
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H is own feet
Im talking a bout myself of course
dance.
But I dont dance.
Then h ow come I tho ught of m y feet
blindly.
Did I really blind myself with my feet?
A rea lly
means Yes.
That s the thing ab out feet.
Look
as I
up them.
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Speeding through
all necessary branches
whats gathered.
Fruits?
Oh n o, kisses.
Self to self.
The to ngue th at vibrates
in the real
hole of the self
like a ma d bee
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It happened once
in the distan t street
convoluted here
by elevated railroads
that passed
deep through on stump legs.
Now when that memory is shaky
light cracks
like a pro-fun d-or y.
I pa ss my spelling o n
to tho se who ha ndle it better.
I just sit
stump still
on my future
into which
my sleep
is my disappearance.
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Did a light strike?
Wear it int o a b etter resume.
They come upon me.
Nothing b ut sentences redeem me.
Such happiness.
Such tea.
Was it a clock tha t struck
light in the inner eye?
Better to make do
with what comes to hand
than something with h oles in it.
I am solid.
I ha ve a finger
in my own oriface of choice.
I see nothing.
Yes to th e eye.
Wait for the rain
but it didnt .
It was cold someplace else
and here
I sat.
What fell on my head
was wet
only in anticipation.
But anticipation is daughter
to inventionary though t.
Its here and when I say
its hereit goes.
Hello
am I here?
Of course
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A remark sped
made it
bed un-flat.
But the bend skyward speech
ripe foam noise lift
of th e squashed flesh?
De-da nce
patterned flameouts.
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Nightime. Did you
have something to say
to me?
A dish .
China leaves.
Cool
tob acco left-over
lamps on end.
Depth crackers.
To eat no -flakes
thats to die
cast in an iron life
porous enough.
Fragmen ts, d isguises,
one tablet
for on e eye
see-thru
holds.
Sleep into idea .
Wake in to meaning -not
but h oles.
Radient, alone
network acid
the calm
dance
all done.
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H is own fist
lamented a s it turned
from the body
into a punchless space.
Kissed
winded (lost in fistify)
a hundred kisses
bawled at me.
He didn t expect I to roll
again into itself.
That a gran dized hollow
of a no n-spoken
could
elbow-turned
into the same-self
double.
Self and self
punch mowed
into de-effect
(all stress.)
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Cont rolled by iron milk.
Steam dug.
Hea rt-not.
Milk-word tumbling
tongue in tongue
Xd by the subtle X
no -tun nel
but all-place
pricked
through the speaking no stril.
Blood
white in shock
now
stretched
rabid, rapid
through a tooth
timed into the bite
gaped by the siezed go ld
quote of time.
Stress-ache
under th e iron cause
that calms
nerve dat a
vast enough
to surface.
Dead eaten
into the system vector.
Usurped gulp.
G lare-pan cake itselfsleep-trundled
hoisted un -there
to-join.
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The brea k.
The watered plant
full swollen
but trapped.
Tapped by th und er-inert.
Cared for
hand melted
under the gaze
popping out again.
Not doubt
but a now double leaf
extend ed into a so-glare
it-be.
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We were a ll rigo r.
We were a ll alone
and the shine
half era sed
thereby seized us
til a cart
rumbling in the d ust
self engineered
re-wound
into the giant space
where all small occurances
re-coupled.
So much vast drift o f the m ulti-mind .
Look!
Im already into my coat!
Never out the door even
the wind
too much.
The little distractionsall the better unno ticed
you see.
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The limited resource.
The pan el in the center of th e panel.
Closed noise
and all these circles
mine from an intense fist
tha t de-migra ted
the sense of self.
So blown,
a coun tryside non -slept
under the blanket
amazement in the h ead.
Wha t bird
flown gyro of please cold cracking
in the upper stories
of remarkable
globe-nose
smelling o ld stories only
from collapseshines
but go es.
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X-not
stitched increase
plumbed ba ng
life turned magnet.
Inch-in-hand.
mouth dropped.
Brain prong
long fueled stretch
through a demand
of-no t see
the wide shelf
of souveniers.
Name glue
sweet saying-stiched.
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At d awn
a street catapult
through the knife tha t misses:
cuts of rattle
layer on layer
ice
milked from the r ip-off
day
light like.
Whose eyes are those?
Whirled habitues
streamline
the seen-not ,
bled-lived
and a corner
rounds itself
to fold-up brightness
and crispededge
read s like a dr ift-sack
I cozy to.
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Clocks sing
in th e brief street
with its twist
from light into
deep shado w.
Dust flecked fingers
flickers a walk
inside out
toward the face
of the transformed do or.
H ole into wider hole.
Mouth of self
not yet endured.
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Misguided, a tribulation
all-offered.
A roaster for rides
de-marked
to re-inject
from the start of populations
adventures
that made wheels
where a crowd died
under each individual plaint.
Soft into the self-selves
tha t swerved
on ly to flicker,
in-eyed all.
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The milimeter of so-so
all influx floated
mend s me all.
And a round
arbitrary
no-end-in-sight
stretches blan ks.
A thumb in the n ose
punching for life
into the flat brick
I-buildin g.
House of holes.
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The stone walks
steps
uptil
th e n erve-ice
sucks on itself.
Pig-like in iron
coiled
tight as un-openable poison
later to destroy
by birth
the flung
hung into whose sky
light of stone
light of iron
light of br ightest
wind idea
gushed.
Heavy weight into noise.
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Uncovered city three times.
Rebirth of straw
brain straw.
And th e iron thump
lightened by drift
whole measured und er the
laugh resistance
drugged into it s memory mouth.
The
speaks
alone.
Wind-words of the peace tunnel
that goes, tread sad
under th e lamp outside the fist
clasped in punch .
Each mindwhirled into another.
city.
Heaven self
towards bright stutter.
all wobbled
by the taut telling
of itself don e
in the slice of a street
that lifts
into t he ro ll of roofs, walls, three-part doors
that sink where the mind
smacks down the flatbed-trust
of a sleep.
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Oh wild man
you
a light I b urn by.
Extinguishab le future
barren field
of pre-non housing in which
I cleanse myself.
Shall I vanish?
I sha ll. Tha t as my
escape.
That vanishing into
which o nly I believe.
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(Eros 1):
Sometimes his own
adm iration basked
uncollared
in pure aether.
Colorless.
The fluid geometry twixt
rushed broth -mod ules
of well
administered
thumpings.
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(Ero s 2)
The q uestionab le lady
de-relic-able
smitten
could all cold
factor-hide
the manip-u-late
of a random
rackum.
So I
tress-made
violence un der the roo f-like
path of footable
excess.
Nether-ward
the elbow flexed
of b eloved pre-bod ies
warm-log leg d id Ire-march
of a numb into mouth
that could mix
in-ebr iate
splay-ful me.
The rolling twist solid
of a com bine h um-whif.
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(Ero s 3)
H is to hole-gra pled
satur-ology.
Misfruitful filled full
of a n in -sackable
pull.
His own stream like
toat
pre-vamped
from hectorate
of Dotch uss
invect
and
plac-ful
where it could
mar k well
what the
real smear
saturateun-comfo rt
abcess
of its
venture pron e
lily
same sung
lily.
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(Ero s 4)
Pre-agulate
sniff
that drops into
rema rking nuff -said.
H ere to hector-fore
sawed into be-ha lf
of wa tsaid well-ford .
Bellied of b ald
his own d ither.
Wha t d im dis-
able effort
should h is maskul
master
but I made it
help, help, with h old
and else am I
re-else
through my orpheneddeep effort
self.
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(Ero s 5)
All kept
all possible. Touched
deposits of (3 smacks) kisses.
All boy his in a runt
make rukus rump le.
But it so don t
so flipped it
was alert.
More gh astly vent
than catalogue.
H ip-roa r-unt new
an d vast-aga in.
A million so ren ew
his boyness be
bought in trembleness
true to pie.
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(Ero s 6)
Boy-check marks
all pavement.
His hoofs-it himself.
(Speeding in air
glass catapu lt self
cleansed r emarkable doub le.
Street hate, a soft unpa ralleled
response.
3-layered town-me
unma rked except other
drenched longing light.
Criss-crossed buffered
that h eart warmed
by reach.
Pound now, squash radicalstrench ma laprop speeds
the warm soft arrow
into it.)
Obviously.
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(Ero s 7)
Fulfilled. Nothing.
I vast wet
the appitite.
Drives wobble
from heat
and the heart
most ma kes
of its vestibule
a rock
hit deep
by wipes
of meaning.
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(Ero s 8)
The world
gone granular.
Alas not
I wipe
eyes with eyes.
I taste
brain hooked
the spun ho use
carpeted.
Lost toys
in the fingers
multiple
like disappearing
locks.
Decorated thief
re-laidinto safe harbor
all-at-once.
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The ca r turn s.
Ice breaks
in a head
of r oses.
The wheels multiply.
Prayer traffic
waffles
into the silver
of hand
forehead
body torque.
Double impress.
My own xd out
relocation.
eye-city
lived th rough.
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Encoded in my words a word.
I stop speaking to speak.
A whole language falls
from the dead body.
Contesting my action an act
swivels the flesh.
Wha t rises?
The sun
twists
through the mobile window
on stairs.
Ho pe stretches but in the ga p
real desire
shivers
glass on gla ss
to de-penetr ate
th e sky.
Birds
boom
snowing into th e ear.
Second looks
snuff
the eye beam.
Blown from th e rose
all petals
re-group
in a word.
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His annual report:
placed
on th e hit-tab le.
Trellis
for arbitrary daudle
mad e-matched .
Grove-loss
re-fingered
flip into
alto-adjust.
The rigid realm
you get
targeted in
by dirt.
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Outside the face
the remarkable grimace
that bisected feeling
smothered
so th at being moved
was a ha rd blow.
Belief or non belief.
When feeling happened
it was
total vent
to ta l h ole-in-th e-world
growing
til the wa ll van ished
which meant
the h ole vanished.
Pure wind.
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When tilted toward
forgettable space
the whole head
whirling for ba lance
idea plus blast
but blast stronger
sending the body
light-like
towards columns
multiplications
all trees
into the sigh-space
of the q uenched intelligence,
then and only then
seeds
seen like rain
puddle the whole arena
of the faceand the smile
smartens
the mutual control
that feeds on air.
And so
gestures
with the blind hand
shine.
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Too o ften to q uote
he tottered
blanketed up to the neck
whereupon th e sharp eyes
torque into cement
and the stretched buffalo weight
pressed flat by itself
relic of dan ger
whiff of naught
he remo tes himself again
into th e true spin
and marks time
winning
always again
at numb ers.
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After a day spend in tears who was able to benifit
from such long posponed business?
The drive past the abestos factory?
Pilles of white fiber
walls of white deat h.
bump-o-fied.
Night drawn.
Cat aracts of loss.
The tired tribes of time
that solidified.
Language as bed.
Tired head into a cupped
fistful
punching its way into the d eep:
forget me not
of the external
croaked circle of sound .
Bleached rump-let
long re-echoed q uakes
and I ran
home.
Here in the left or right ha nd
lifted to th e mouth
dry from prattle
he x-foamed
it into its easy-oppo site.
Xd into last place
where the lovelost its toe h old
on rea l estate
but the brunch
re-declaired
re-tarded
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re-tract-trench
for food flows
backwards
mouth to brain
so words
formed like melons
behind the eyes
in a blink.
Tha t fa st.
Tha t super-an imated.
All solid .
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The dawn rose in him.
The alternative language spoke in him.
He ceeded his own eyes.
He closes his mouth
forever
and stinks
out of which
a discovery was available
to others
yet not made.
This capacity of life in a pinhole
this brain too softened
by blows
swells
into the thing it tried to escape.
You n ame it.He cant.
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Acts
tumble from head s
and hands
translate
from postures
of snow.
Migrant,
white flakes
now
into multiple kiss.
Backed-up
memory
the grimace
of effort
speeds
non -preferen talinto a pure
thrust
emptied.
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When the grea t sun-mout h open s
I myself lose sleep over bright nothings.
I curl my fingers
over this sleep-idea.
I race.
I fall down from m y pant s.
I circulate like the crackers in a dry mouth
speaking with violence
about self-same subjects.
Nobody buys what I sell.
Here I go again
washed o ut
but brilliant enough to shine
in my own eyes.
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Spoken re-flows
to me.
So built
so dead piles
of the swoon-wed
stick
words beat
with whisper
sweetness.
G estures cast
floor near
roll to self-usable
mud.
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H is
ript
once
un-fled
to waved
specific.
The mount
all dread
by the word
that carcassed.
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When a rough d uck
encounters
the sweet trespass
of self
then
only then
does the head
dipped
leave its print
on unkind
whimper-losses.
Red meat
too much animal
too much hit-potential
and a tooth
quacked by doubt
slivered the whole-gloss
of m ind-eyed X.
Mine
retouched by beauty
brief, alas
his own stor y
over-carcassed.
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Against h ordes
he collected his
antenna.
Against weather
he dropped
a prepared suitcase.
Again st gra vity
he ripped
a sidewalk
dedicated
to brief flings.
Against you
he re-dreamed
a glass
micro-ton.
And himself
he drifted
like unfortun ate
iron.
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Who bespeaks me?
The one who took off his glasses.
Say better was not th e idea.
The idea was
swim
in the swimable
non-plus.
Im upside-reverse
tha ts why an eye-chart
in the head
sinks
words
for the better.
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The mouth
lifts light .
The word
turbulence
under ice
cracks
magic.
These fingers
this
arithmetic
of moods
under th e lip
where thunder
rolls
in speach holes
refilled.
blind.
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When Im knocked
Im ill
but not ill.
Then I collected
the available hustle
and brief smiles
coat the toa ster
with heat
qualms.
Reluctant meals
re-dine
on their own
energy
now.
(All thisreally happened .)
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The eye
sits in silence.
A derived God
shines me
all fluid.
A case
in p ieces.
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Airplan es over th e city
til flowers drift
depth-fulcrumed
from built beauty
and the wing
beauten b y gold
no -sun collabo rat ion
height alone
as mind temperature.
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Analogous to rhyme
he closed ha nds on a flower
and the root
lost
circled h is life
sweeteness
in a collapse
all told
under the great bell
of non -ad venture.
Ring ring
in th e lost syllable
of delight so tongued .
Reverse tortu re
smelling
of the fall.
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I had
on or to the mind
roses
brain d rilled
hole entire
from which life
spins
echoing the rose
tha t lessens it grip
upon itself
to sweeten
into the age
tha t swells not
but drifts
on air
see thrua ble
thrust
into th e empty space
of its ownpungent
centerless.
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