eil a erasdog lla

___gather to me
___like-minded
___to the exclusion of the& other
-ness
immaculately  described

for a more taxonomical 
______we avoids them then(?
phony outsidercults of

& same -ish
_________letgoism
s we
____who have described uniform
taken to&
_____insular patterns weave
___________a faith
___________apart

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& damnations

Worm,
eke supine
___all____are offering
egg to prescient

____________yolk
___all are with you
___all&
grave memoriam
look!what generations have brought

___instruments,

___how better 
__________to…
_______see

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memoria

boxes kept
& boxes

______see n. Closure

Notable addenda
____include experiences
___in order
____from
least favourite
oh, and photobooks all are
perfect souls

____forever neatly

___in the mechanism
_____of______temporary permanence

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re: flames

_____________________________be good and put it
__________where a blindman can find&
____groping in the dark
at lampstands
_____________will
__at this one momentary_______________
____,for you____________________________alight with
__________pause&____________________frustratedcuriousity
_____?)________________________________! flummoxed
take inventory_________________________&all at once fishing
___with an ageing______________________________for two
__________________memory____________________slippers
______________capsize______________________with
___________&cry out__________________anguished
_______________________________utterances
,bitte schön

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heartbrokenthings


whonow
for all appearances
a
man
trying through adult psychology
a
remember self(whenchild
identifying with
_____________ with non-parental role-
model processes
all
cartoons)?
, or
movie
makebelieve
&
imitated literature self’s
what was the story
the fable
eternally retold
&
behaviourally reinforced(?
&
will
mutates(as it does
cognitive reiteration

“a truthy reality overlaid
with perception biases…”


Oh,
& yes yes
Kermit the frog me imagined
banjo’s, ___ and rebellion

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hands

i look at them
when
i wash
them (to me they seem
small
,or tense((

they hold the vegetables
like this
& that
when
i chop salad, or twist
a
winecork
at times they seem large

,or heavy
only
when i am

with
clumsy&
you

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seek

used to have it
yes i did they said
sharing is
a letting go

tried that on for yrs
nomatter how just
never fit

have now
like
square-one
&it

‘s
morelike gettin’old

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red balloon

barely more than
a reed of grass
shapelier,
firm
rooted
,or plucked(oh, never
& green. green
as a latespring noon,
green
as the riverbend
where fire tries, & slows
a
beetle(me growsfat
in her garden barely,
able
barely breathing
barely
&
a
tickle

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Alice

appetite was my betrayer” could
describe in epitaph
life, as lived as
Mine
for believed ever, I
that in excess One
approaches divinity

removed of Self
destroyed by Time

& of these persecuted flesh
& of these limitations to ambition
& of these
everything learned
was not taught, rather

eaten
& these
a Wonderland emboweled

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blood

easy to believe
(i think)
our ancestors
weren’t
as ancient as science purports

didn’t
risk life, or limb to the tragedy
of carnivore nomads

or that culture and spiritualism
only grew from agrarians

_________when you look out
any window_______&see

__________cars, flying
in consumer interstate network
______sending and receiving
informations
____________in picto-glyph & holo-byte formats
________for instantaneous download
_____and usage

night sky illuminated
by our own )extra
_______-terrestrial communications
______________________________satellites

who

painted sabercats on cavewalls
tracked woolyrhinos in tundra hellscapes

who believed magic
in blood(?

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Norman Rockwellians

get a life

get a job.get
friends
get real friends.get followers
“what are you doing
you should be
out there. socialize more
eat less
drink more
“come on, let us see you,
we all

we all
miss you
have you got a woman, a man
have you got prospects
an idea
,or content

anything?! can you give me anything
you’re a mess
this is the way
here
the straight and narrow and popular
do what we tell you

be what we see you as

exist to occupy time
this time
this agenda
These political arrangements!

you are a definable
occupiable space

&
nothing
in a country where
no
one is allowed to mind
their own
business

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your Somebody

my mother tells me
love
but, confesses not to understand
my thinking
“its all right,” i tell her
making a joke
and laughing at my own joke

she has made this
confession
often
enough that it has become
a part of our narrative
this is why
(i think)
i felt bad when last
she visited&
set my
house

in order

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parkingspaces

with the curtains pulled down
the vibrations&
the machinery sounds
might easily
be just
a complicated architecture
of organs
& tissue
that has swallowed-up
a community
of plywood dependent
animals

& the rattle&bump shakes
_the couch
_the floorboards
& chemical smells fumigate
every sq.foot
with the presences of
important looking vehicles

this seems an exaggerated exchange

for clean
visible

parking spaces

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Strawman

i think mostly never
that strawman should have been given

brains
for he knew quite well
that he was flammable
ergo, was self-aware

his ought to have been courage,
courage to brave
the inevitable pyre

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story

it all falls open
,you see(?
even this, a page empty
is filled

a trick mistaken for
magic
but there is no true creation
it is as nothing
from nothing

here you are
because you are searching
&I am here because
a
you
exists to find me

un-molded clay taking
shape
equal to the sum

of your heart

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spaced public

there is&the
weatherman said pleasant things
describing cloudforms

the park that day
remember
alive, with
__________buzzy bees

it was sad to hear
that girl was raped
by the waterfall
&
the old people
didn’t come around much
after
&
the pastor put more vinegar, &animation
in his sermon
that sunday

but people are not weather
which was

warm

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Something

its something like a swing
without a summer
&there’s a hook right through your middle
swimming like falling
its a

something like a spring
bouncing with a rhythm
scared you’ll pinch your skin
between pain

&wanting hurt to feel better
something
like a sting

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with the blood of dragons

i am coming to this place
to dwell,
and do nothing

it is no sin, i have had
monuments
to my name

whole worlds&i am tired
of that permissible evil

oh yes,&once
it was only the low&cunning of creatures
that gained their rent from gossip
and silence,

behold our Scions!
[______],our artists
[______]
[______]&clowns
look! whose bones
are ground to feed the unwell

there will be a renaissance
from this
there must
a movement!
for all of this
an Ethos to validate birth

a Gestalt!&gall, sheer and shimmering
each and all i have no sides

need none
to here and peaceably nothing
[______],and these political impersonations

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books, and other smells

there was a not so long ago, i
would never have believed in
touch-screens

to think! all of this was a living
once rememberthat when you’re
thumbing between jackets

trees is the eventuality we are
becoming — – vegetable&natural
hard with words

&stories every untold will be
painted on the walls of a rediscovered
history understood

&librarieslibrarieslibraries
where)men with groomed&wild looks, sit
elbow to elbow

in the stacks with time

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an intercourse

smiling inward thinking
of all definitions for romantic
or
what romantic means in a moment, so
let the mind wander
as it does
rmb’ring what that was when
was younger
-to an older more settled
tired self

funny
guess ill take sm’eat out the freezer
pull the good dishes down&

attempt to lazy spaghetti winebottle

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eyes

thats when in comes the

darkness&teacandle
lit
– – this one is mineyours
might be different
, but

mine
has a low quiet flame close
to the floor in
s
h
—-a
—-d
o
w
circle all&
ceiling
above
,
somewhere in the middle between
floor and ceiling middle is
-me

seeing in the flicker feeling light

rise up nude legs&disappear eyes
what just was

forgotten doing remembered looking for

here trapping(> a mouth moves
& teeth&teeth
& —

,curl
in that low humming smile

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Biocentrism

there is a less-energetic, more
exhausted, so&what comes of this
un-resounding clanging.or. that

bouncing light particles present the curvature
&objects mediate function through the neural&
the retinal
&,&
if a tree fell in a thought experiment, i
too am aware of a uselesness
in crying-out a
pain were mine the only ears to hear
make real(?

then though there are these&words
dignify experience
when read by a mind imagining time
so too then i exist as information preserved
in varied assembled forms
of forest
floor

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think am therefore, I

sweet, wet morning subtle haze
trussed up fussy from
the trashcan of sleep to stumble

and all the palenques of cockcrow
rooster’y metaphors barking
at upside-down night

colorset bleary&screwed
gristled in the creaky of ageing
carafe, spoon coffee habitues

&to stare, finally dumb from
the maddening continual reportage

drumskin of everyday beating
beating&ears go seeking softly pillows

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unlikely Hero

idea-saturated economies

overwhelmed internal mechanism

capricious emotional response
i think i’m ready
to disappear

seriously dreaming

where was i going
to be
in all of this(?

too much
&battling that wagered statement
:a “giving up”

knowing i will rise again to kill
the despot, feed him&
twart the revolitionary.This

is My tail-chasing circle

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qu’est-ce que c’est?

when there are nomore
tomorrow’s
&every available lie has been
let
,like so many balloons(
a d r i f t & )
neighbourhoods&neighbourhoodsbetween
a you, a me there

forgetting faces
it will come

that dreamed of day when
all collisions
have of sacrifice a little breathing
wish”
i would say, “wishing has (we knew
the dangers of that place
had hooks
been cast
still
into that torment go and grew

for a somewhere Sun
that
never sets

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pourquoi

whether the micro(macro)/multi -possibles
exist
with all of whatever is or will be

every event contained

however beautiful to imagine
that we
can be in no other place
then where we are

rather that we have been
&always
waiting

to arrive.hands,held,sidebyside
backs to the future
watching
with patience

our struggling past

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scotopia

the hours when shadow sets its keening
&setting bends the redding
lowering
light

let come heavy-headed necks of flowers
nodding a steady blaining,inward
eyes
crushed petals

welcome noxious slumber

a stranger into the midden
of each inter-
solitarium

to calibrate the machinery of
time

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pour vous

cannot force the instrument, i
to my will -there is
an agitator must event the process)this
happens, can and does

to the words then&arranging
with purpose

a calligraphy

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oubliette

it(has)been since Mar 1st/10
&i will nvr4get
the countryside
tht
Old House
(probably condemned now
the ghosts that i had
met there
heart+mind open beneath an
in-pouring night

it’s funny – now
surrounded by so many
yet
feeling alone in a full

room

the dense ruckus ofwhich makes
a silence
ofitsown

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catharsis

wreckage is stories
:a collection of&
mangled into unfinished
snips
arranged,shattered reattached

now mass unrecognizable
from origin

the sore edges sting
forever
forever until
a compression gooily lumps the former
to a new digestible

by whichever can adopt
absorb

re-purpose

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a meditation

a body is a failure&an
inability to resolve it
existence is feeling
corporeal

reality occurs somewhere
to an externalidentityself
we are perpetually losing
&re-acquiring
this
makes a complexity
of simplicity
:life;

nothing but inevitability
is liquid

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giddying little sorrow

for any of this(these)to be
more
than just impermanence
onedesire must, above all others glow
more
brilliantly

That! the light by which we guide
our instrument
That! future to which we cast
our(near&wanting)-selves

for fantasy be.made.real
(more)
This! or less;that vessels girded
with semi-precious wishes, only

and minor victories of chance-value
-a lusterless trinket
),be

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Onward,

&by imagining each disaster
possible,each
changing detail

can we
trace an accuracy of steps
back to our present
fumbling navigations

keeping sacred our virtues,and silent
ward against the wildness

purest drop of remedy white
singular.magic
mute
before a cacophonous sea
of other droplets

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Fleisch

eclipsed by the consuming
waters
the once proud seafarer submits
to eternal
inevitability

endowed
by the hands that made her
with every enchantment, and superstition
in foreknowing the navigable mysterious
ahead and on all sides

by the belief in her radiance, guided
and fell

fodder for invaders

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Cormorant

seizing upon hunted
delighting in the(e
devoured
belief
in a selfprovidence
and
worse offenses
,sure

,a reality with this evidence
as foundation

breaking surface gambol
forever
altering permissive

a guiltless suffering

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abuse

is as i have suspected
:an interruption,a
course correction”
love- even when well-meant is
it would hurt
me
to see you (fumble&stumble about
so.much.so that i must
interject myself into your
logical spheres
tying unconnected ends together&
sweeping up unnecessaries

) )there)

all is arranged according to my
designimperfect
listen, beloved

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asleep, routine

…exigencies
,or perhaps the Great Procrastinator in
me shirks demand i have
difficulty relating to
what Webster’s defines as
“pressing need”

this is a hunger, i think
a situation calling for immediate action

routinely asleep
and dreaming better Unicorns

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&

because the essence of human existence
should be liquified in metaphor
that
Time’s immutable drum be deafened
song and story be

and language

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power

power’s out
had been for uncountable
hours
impatiently waited
at the window for maintenance
persons
in their un-necessarily talkative
company insignia cover all’s

.nothing.

the other tenants
by various modes
have transported their bodies
to districts still
warmed
in electric hum

impassively, i deliberated
up, and down the barefoot halls

decided by eventuality
that i
might too attempt a local exploration
for a coffee-house
bowl of soup and a seat
to privately ignore Time’s
discouraged
progress

along my slippery way
i searched for houses alive with light
,and finding none
but phantom figures peering back
at me
from their quiet dwellings
did not raise my
spirits

at the top of a hill
where the road bends

i could see clearly
despite the snow that my destination
was unlit
,and employees were politely turning away
expressionless
customers
gainlessly then
i decided my return

seeing none but one man
walking an anemic
toy-breed dog dressed snugly
in a red scarf
the mis-matched pair implied that
dog belonged to wife
and that man was undesirably
doing
chores

evidenced further by
his impatient treatment of the animal
i observed
,and without judgement

imagined self

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