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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about doorways

the thing about doorways
,or __le rendez-vous __is&oh, but
nobody ever
____meets
___ in doorways (! that
_____is
_____a
_____cinema
_________creation

an
intent to frame light
only
suggesting fragility

no different to
a jacket collar pulled up
against the rain
& situationally absent taxicabs
ah
c’est être

but there are balconysbalconys
& men
_____with latin hearts

promise moons to women
if one would perhaps be superficially
resistant to the
eventual
___prendre des attitudes
,but

that wasn’t what you asked me

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rapt

_______________think(!

how long since last time
__pulled dandelion petals

dreamed a known-me
___as a lover knows&

captured clouds
for ___ amusement

when now abrupt&conjured
_storms a
________sihlouette
__stands at the portal

& i in sanctuary offer
simultaneous
____________default

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addendum

at the end of this
I
in my fashion)typically
________________send
you off with a light
bit
of positiveSome-
____________thing

__right, well tonight i’d
_________prefer
______an expletive
stuck perfectly atop this
_____plumpudding
Ah,

yes
___&now that we’ve
addressed the elephant

might we eat our weight of
__differently organic

ideologies
,&pass the salt,

dear

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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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M,


when it was dark
but by our small light
,roisin
i
sat on that disgusting floor
with
you

&
loved
as you did
a song that seemed
magical
here(!

is where the car goes
right next to the big
Redbox
on the gravelly

& t h i s

a snippet of grass
Here
the sun warms
earthworms
and one
spr
___inklerwet
,
railing

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hexes

balconywide

breeze shapes
anonymous
sun
s
_ets.a)low vitriol color
redding

thoughts of you
at last(!
a
wend
is happening
liebe,
these oldefeet

,…still(

knowing the way

in halflight
and moonlight

here) ,

“wie adam und eva

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arret

if nothing is holy
the experience suffers, “i think
something
must
be sacred, why else etc ?
____for instance,
(she) would do
sillyromanticthings
, pullingme into photobooths
(I) thought
expressionless would
be
__funny

it wasn’t
&when it seemed as though
a desperate
________atm’pt to recreate
a simple nothing
(she) might have seen
__________in_ movies

it wasn’t
__ wasn’t
ever polite to mention
, or that (I) had

resigned myself
insome
________detrimental way
_____defeated
to that shuffle, and plod
not (I)! not
when(my)mind did swim
_______from one
beautifully imagined curiousity
______________________to
______________the next
insisting openly in publicspaces
at breakdowns !
, oh that had (I) not

kept so much
to (my)self

still
stupidlyattached
unplucked
_____W
,… ings

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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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bleak

its always december
_______in february
___except
______last year

______last year
we had a proper
_____with snow
_______even(!
_____and
scrunched-up downtown faces
_february faces
__canadian faces
all the way to edmonton(
i don’t know about
___________the
___newSany
_____more
i heard Qanon said
spaceshiplazerbeams caused
_____________________forest
____________________fires
T____supporters ate Sam Hill, &
___________memes storm
_______________________‘d the Capital Bldg.
,anyway Trudeau finally pubesced
________(facially)
and triple A Hockey was

cancelled
________but we had
______a
right
__good’un
!)

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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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nurture

what to be added
more(?
to the mixture
we

have the parts
of illness

curious meats
&clay
alive with warm
_pulsations

cranial electricity, alight
&vital, ah

but it is not yet
a man
without insensate
sexuality

&will
by eventual process
of
his desires

dream
, blunt
(to be precise)

villainy

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fear

it is a heartbeat
an episode of
intense self-scrutiny

take away the monster
the context,the

accumulated ephemera that arouses
gone
the storm the dark
the paranoia
the
& have it

breathing sped
heightened senses
&a heart

beating
in the pit of (my) chest

weak
irregular
product of modern survival

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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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colour

!such informations
from the associated
as texture
,smell
& taste are
visceral
foods pleasurable to the organs
what

is not expected
?metallic
u
_n
__d
_e
r
the tongue&numbness
when the ritual of touch
reveals a hollow
featureless
&taste too gives
only
the

indication of a
sensory
this
(i believe) is somewhere near

the surface,
nearer

& questioning trust

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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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Badeyes

some nights, i think
tonight,”i’ll be
attacked
usually __ walking home
when night wears its weight
around the middle
it’s eyes
it’s always eyes
&poorly disguised viciousness

i take my hands from their
pockets
turn the corner
,ready
&
nothing
but empty
anticipation

some nights these thoughts
_________find me
laying in bed
something awake keeps me staring
at __the __ceiling
&
i
feel
that living alone is interrupted

by hidden
unwanted

visitors

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commercialdom

go ahead
tell me the story of
your meat
singing in unfurnished rooms
like windchimes

tell me
how anxious since a child
to be touched
by Christ

how disillusioned
by the fraternities
of Sex

how you applied optimism
to the institutions
of workplace
of politics
of marriage
& bankruptcy

& i’ll tell you
of my
involved refusal
of these established

norms
& we can go together
on voting day
to cast our ballots
for a future
generation
of slaves

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earthship

lower the television
volume&listen
to Attenborough narrate
a dance of seabirds
mediate the language of Kingdoms
this
is background noise
i, from my individual won’t
revive the reef

feed the North Atlantic
rescue warming meltice
likely
though (i) might
vicariously
live through these vegetations

share a den with wolves
dream
deeply pungeant hibernations
blanketed, fungal
in shroomlattice
& sleep

numbering the foot trails
of
tiny insects

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a review

i would like to
apply myself(oh, yes) to developing
an identifyable misunderstanding
a
prickly personality
a drama-artist
pseudoanalytically re-
interpreting established text
,the kind of person

that others could look at and say
“Hey,
everybody look
there’s so-and-so,
i know him.” or,
“he enthusiastically
such-and-such.”
but
just
what
in Hell

am i going to do(?

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learned nothing

i remember crashing in through
the tiny balcony
like a plane nose-first
on the carpet
that

whole evening walk
started with badgrass&suspicion
chasing as people emerged
from shadows, from the moon
from the sidewalk

i hid in the kitchen
knees to my ears
waiting for
the headlights
the loud voices
to stop
&the quiet
to return

i learned nothing about
privacy
patience
,or love thy neighbour
“chickenshits,” i heard myself say

and i answered back

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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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Me and Everyone else

there aren’t enough hours in a day
for the amount
of sleep
i want

i don’t like schedules
why must i

wear socks without holes
trim my beard
wash my face
brush my teeth three times a day
use medicated acne creams
shake hands
be polite
say yes when the truth is no, or
no when the truth is yes

or remain silent when i have nothing nice
to say

observe (etcetera) etiquette

i would rather burp when i’m full
fart when i’m gassy
&swear
at ____ rotten children

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Saturday

i told her
the bed was too soft
&it made my
back hurt

an order was placed
online
&i would have
three to five business days

but i was diagnosed
at an early age&
(she knows this)

still,(she)
felt the cure
for a too-soft mattress

was
memoryfoam
so,

i’m on the bus w/
this sweet
ridiculous
gesture

feeling
awkward

i will write (her) a response
Monday

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Parkinglot

the pavement is being worked on
today
___concrete broken
____shoveled up
______loaded into trucks
& taken away

the wear had been showing
in cracks

it offended people
all for a bit of green
_____________________you know
_______________________cityworkers bid on this
__________________to come up here
& hammer out a fresh paved
parkinglot

its like a reverse balding
life had been beginning to show
& they wanted that

smooth
geometry

back

,so its going to be noisy
for a couple weeks

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filth

let see,
let word follow word
let end let

begin

“well filth, do what you do
to become beautiful
that
is your cycle towards luminary
into brilliance

discarding the self as “ism”
,&idea
a stitch to stem a floodwaters
crash&surrender
to the melanchollies

reward yourself by becoming
the picture of confident
return

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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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#&!+

right foot in a looking glass
left foot in a bucket
dragging help

disconnected Me&dressed-up
luggage
hurry up hurry up

one more time to set these pieces
running
& a message in the sand

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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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lie

the truth about privacy
is
that it is desired
by intimately curious
(in this case) la femme
a translation is proposed
to wit
for the item:Secrets,
1 token access pending performance review
providing(ofc)vulnerability is not man-handled

though

i have a growing suspicion that she w a n t s
her secret laid bare
“isn’t that why you’re here(?
the grandeur, the
being a more-impossible constellation
of parts(… ”
anonymous contribution to
&oh, the littlest bit
of spectacle(?”

this is the waited for

ask me
____this,
i love you
____push me

____make me feel
deniable

completely and freely continue to
&

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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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water for Dinosaurs

educated in echo chambers
the envy
of political café hats
speaking up-to-the-minute journalism factuals
you
whom i despise
for possessing energetic reserves&
functional world-interest
active on social platforms
quoting capitol affairs fr/a litany of names

seems like an anger unrequited
&how dare i characterize thin-skin
&rude to confuse attention w/ ignorance
from my irrelevant station raised
on superstitious magic
back-woods hollisticism a
prolific meat-eater encouraged to dream utopias

what have i but criticisms
and pocketfuls of foreign esoteric currency(?

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what survives

i begin always on paper
with pencil
then transcribed
my bookshelf is a museum of madness
older than X yrs

-wonder if any of it will be discovered
like Dickenson
after she passed, her family
packingup things
whole drawers full of notes lost
before somebody decided to read

them
all that we have now is what

survived

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the process

caught by the middle-distance
a mote(? a memory

does dust remember

thinking’s pained expression)a thought!
roaming the pejorative
– – – hunting sinewy context

all eyebrows&something define-ably extraneous

then the madness of jumping apropos
arrives; a poet

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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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springcleaning

defoliate the furniture
ruffle all the linens&
under the legs of tables
featherout the webs
discover new old spiders
messyup the settled dust
busy as brooms, choking
old in the open room
particulates floating visible&let
the light fold in. “say, and my what a beautiful

mess we made”

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H

went with all of the ancient felt
possibly to that space
waited, i

“you see,
they keep all them cardiologymachines
on a separate floor”

with the ideas of trees&of birds
&chairs quiet with magazines
shuffling people
actually old
only
young&stupid me in the Golf&Fishing digests
,a puzzle
to one elderly woman attached fixedly to
her wheelchair&(a sentence wordlessly shared
–  –  –  –  –  –  –  –  –  –  –  –  -over the subject of my untied shoelace
what happenstance my being there

aglets clicking loudly on the tile

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pond

you wanted me i think not
to panic
listening to your tone
how could, so calm
you(? or was it
for my sake
in spite of yourself
equally
alive
with anxious vibrations
surface deep

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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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a) Graffiti of Polite Society

inwhich identity is
required to match threatened idea of&
self an
effective consumer archetype caricature

mind imagines ambition as constant
or) not typical institution determined :
married employed voting taxpayer graduate
or) anomalous niche fringes :
part-time loner pedestrian drug-addict deliquent

in reality none of this is person
a dependable consistent
anchor
She makes of His wandering an island
teaches He to settle in Her nesting
&there are lawnmower leaf-rake shedShedSheds&
how many obligatory kindnesses, really(?

romantic tablesetting&converse
equitably
violences abate moments&tv trays wrinkle
softness a wither

ofwhich sensitive is
suspect&exhibit in awkward sexual judgement
combative regarding authority illfit to reason
cocksure, immortal

expediently dissolved
ultimately individual

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Oceans

&of the skyblue
purpled with coral, rainbow’d with fish
social/ in groups
to their elements each darting&hunting
a
lively pristine
forgotten
memories
of Cousteau’s conservationalist messages
bringing attention to
macro-polluting Earth’s birthplaces &t/
disappearing reef-dependant marine animals
we are become desert; hoard of bones
the Life that gathers here
is an evolution of scarcity
a picture of illness
struggling to frontier wasteland

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OctoberRed

come back to me
breathing mountains in
the skin of raindrops
&
those welcoming sunset-reds

let, from their peaks, the waters
and rivers, come
as grass beneath the toes
&bees,bees, fidgeting the busy flowers

let fall your hair about my face
as a mist, laboured
with the heavy scent of summer

rake my branches
&
empty to again be filled with
color&the sounds of loving

you

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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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Something borrowed

by whichever avenues
met&
in that expense,extravagant
;a compromise
went not a frugal reason

lifted beyond the means of reality
by a romance felt
&now all are as strangers
to that singular
,interior space

asking that poor of poor
might charity, well

take this lozenge
what ill it will heal
beggar
& be bothersome about its
meaning

“is it not given freely’?(
…)what difference actual generosity
“were you not taken by need,
so asked”)?

it is no filthier now

than we are takers

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from the parapet

in defense of misfortune
argue obvious
foundations of sand

do this; make ready
the sacrifice
&defend

-there will be nothing
spoken of victory in
either event

a gainless memorial
of choice holding a doorway

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formulae for time

the worst of it
is the going, after
&a transplant
retain’d memories with
of
left-behind limbs

testament to struggle

find me now this vial!
slender trapping
to dispel
&
be otherwise dispossessed
externality

not withering, will be
or a fading such
&
lengthening of night
no.

it will be we”
sat in the drum
upbraiding racket

caught by the cookie-jar
insane-ly
&
irrelevant
going before

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mulberry bushes

a piece of it gets inside
&You are a believer
making gestures for sentiments
following collision

)tender parts heal
as well as intentions, yet
“sometimes things happen for a reason(
&if
are altered, Not ended
what comes then of
that
person exchanged

what of collisions romantic
the same, non? there is wreckage
tendernesses
e n d i n g s

but this
is not tragic
it is
explained

everyone, become platonic fishermen! with
their descriptions
&
cynical. you will find it
where you left it waiting
for
a
decision
who, what
are, is a possession does
not need to belong, it is
&
as its nature; a cage
to a finale
commensurate ash hoped
to be more than measurable distinction
somehow
just a bit of the Great Wisdom

ours
&
ours

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darko

save it(…)Summer’s
gone
&baked as bread sweet-
fresh
while able hands a ravening

fill jars with
earth

you’ll want a little
for your tooth
when
time walking-backwards

catches
those

long ears

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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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Sept

it has(as of last-night
uncountable millions of flakes)begun
to&blanket the everything
with

a wet mess this
first weeks of motorists misunderstanding
canadian winter

the change is actual
not metaphorical, there is science
in the slowed arrangement of molecules
;hexagonal crystals

it is happening even now(
hear sirens wailing over caution tape
can you?)

September is a tease

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there

all of that existence, swollen sure&
gone
a balloon’s popping

heaven and the heart feels
light
for all what swimming did
on the edges feather lifted
)’s
air and the kissings
her
said”all that’s gold is green

when the new is newing
&
true
spare us absence,he said

there&here”

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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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repeat

with a swiftness&
a movement
cast
aside the vessel, breathe
in-
to
form. liquid interior/”the,”
is
it-self a closenessofSound
full
in the ears

expirating lung
controlled slow
&
contemplative meditation

candle doused to be relit
with

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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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in

what if(? -you)assured that i
knew for me what was&what wasn’t
that this
methodology/reasoning 4moi)made sense
wld yu

let me alone?discover
if was right, i

trying constantly to get in
aren’t you

problems with locked doors

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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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ee cummings

and so he walked the streets
falling in love with the people
that he met

this is a remembering self
a passionate tolerance

being shaped by and shaping
consider any witness to experience
perhaps it was the flower in her hair
made ironic
by

a tendency toward nudity

and so he mused

a so-delicately described admiration
masking
the horror beneath
where the audience finds
a truth about what is imagined

there are no secrets

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small minutes

somewhere in MeSpace,I
am a fumbling yarnball
trying
truly
or,
telling self such stories
convincing a

oh, there are dependencies
towhich i can’t relate
herenow noose-tying.right?)
but a surrendering

more rewarding more
difficult

to fall inside
let go. grab hold

once again

pain
is an effort of living. i tell
theseselves, or
emotions are the effort of pain
keep simple what is
&breathebreathe.breathe

either changes not the gossamer
of budding flowers

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wallflower

walls vibrate with the rhythm
of a wave
eating a constant shore

stripped of the memory of
trees )the in-blown things attract
a fringework of windshape

here:no green snaps&shoots
of idea – only a
percussive drumskin of sky ceiling

echo
manymouthed sounds of shape
&
terrible
terrible
) )people-like things

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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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triumph

every odyssey begins with
an idea of Self; golden’d in final aquisition
of that so-desired object

spurred by curiosity’s guile,
and rudderless whim, or bitten
by pangs of longing

,or either; adventure’s
thrust upon the unwilling, or contented
to a folly of mischief

in either event a prevailing thought
will emerge
that of home, or of glory

it is not God(or Gods)that reward
this tenacity

it is with tenebral persistence that we
shape dream out of failure

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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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heart

she said”you arewhat you
are.” to a stunned, i
well
if this is true then every-
thing.every fought-for
refused for, insisted on(lengthened tooth&
&wordsexchangedinanger(instantly-grayed for
defending
thing, a:

forgettable transform
of clumsy origami, or

easily now so distant
looking upon

ignorant curls of dust
remembered differently&
by no one

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Joust

seems a prize for all
the grooming
x’s & o’s.Her.
wants a vacancy occupied.i
.(impeccably intentioned) totter
at the plummet
hamstrung by antiquated(possibly)not
-ions
whether ventured or not nothing is
something

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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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hunger

quiet is all are all(if
exclude the murmuring stomach
‘s)& a twisting of bodies

anticipatory, eagerly
the slack-jawed gathering hush
for a parade of enzymes

a chattering resumes
differently
saluting the soul

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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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in Saddletown looking for a Horse

where i find my mind
this morning wandering through the amble
of what’s to come
of moments that build a day
the narrative in these domes internal
peaking at decision
without plot
,or function
i’ll take down the old books
reread the winsome losesome waged betwixt
good and evil compromises
as it always has
when all the all
dead unions held a calvary line against
feeling
that my time has come and gone

but i will light a candle
say a prayer that need should still
exist

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Give

of exhaustible thought energy
self
ish
ly
even as we never think of our selves
as self “ish”
,or that we give without expecting transactional
return

which is a lie

the moment when natural growth was
inhibited by civilization’s prudence,
the simplicity of the animal kingdom
had been lost

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