A verse documentary by chris robideaux.
O fertile mind! Boundless Universe!
-Rimbaud, Les Illuminations
O Justice! Go, be manifest! Stalk him, drive the sword you carry deep in his throat, clear through!
-Euripides, The Bacchae
The Cantos
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Heraldic, yes! Steer but only as the Sun our dear one refinable, over definable map of Dubium does if declines to give officialdom heed or line reel small measure in cups rounded as a lightning ball winefull > Quick! Give me Hermes’ shoes! Mercury does. Blaze you, fire, be it done. Quirk week, try Cain again, all my dopamine goes + hate-love notations assay the Sun as a steeper much the soul.
Various Croatoans do, but yes I’m yes-addicted, crevatted epidermal dusk I went to seal the deal w/ a night-drink bobbed w/ the rest steely a night. Cudgelquestion? Bee-shares are you hiding? Innocence only can and does in all my alleys, wanna see? Become a dancechrist w/ me, hoverlumps. We’reallit, all Sam-lingered for the urban-bell sought in the bloodfields, head-pattern of years forked imblime directive actual…- “I’ll get you sideways yon grim forker of life!”
lowered, can you? Grubbing can, if let pig in & if not, raise. Allez vous! “Apologize intelligentsia no utter tongue under our scripts or camerawaves!” Dentarians hide where meat does, and complain, flop there away from human bustle. Mojo enclosed paradigm lunchers what have you inveighed easily? Dude, you could fly! Hesiod’s why + I came to modern scapulous age-end-da by way of flutterances in somebody’s sex so now all a-crave I go, Atropos snipping, leaving his clips on my desert floor w/ more needles at the year-picnic. crimp yr north anchors + wedge samaritain up so’s he’s a forest kisser cha cha shingles in my beta comfort of metanormal sleep pa(i)nting. Outward bingers have read your months, have you? Has____ booked you, song kicker?; something again on the-
move in me, my own disease, oak of youth stills middays sometimes airport fruit arrives to tell a banal tale stand by your actuary does mule you for the smiling lesser of what sky built thing? Markets agitate lightning shoes what sells because scented rot curled our homes outlawed sued to get to grass easily village bridge. heartleaps alltheway to where they sell everything & tell me in years what months mean frontal disease turn pillar of vision into pickpocket god overseeing a wish you miss a wish exhumed most Shazam of oil quested dumplings storehouse
Pride pump! I don’t like bondage exercises to presume yr pain but hear I stay ‘cause heart is too walled I simply camper the results snatched my summers w/ blond fire of escape moons. Terrible divulger, motor-rinse my out-being but don’t blood-out the scene, turn TV to death. On the leading edge of false hope here of death Indian where white man stopped, sank in. King James-a-lot, James’ lot orgies whimper us back to urge mostnatural pipeline needs in to bumber smoke the car-day with minimal effort, don’t worry forests will hold out.
Back to monkey your gun pull in the arteries of “sieve-ill-ized” action
You a counted one were nature not lost, cowboy of comfort, rock sore eyes.
Don’t you know a hewn gem? Stipend augur anomalous peal prophecy & get
egg-life into stabbed seasons. Vent of a charged rib, alleys of most truth
stifled rich shifter as lost so where’s ah we the sun is of a back worship in the
billions (war(e) ship bill I thin son) Share an atom trident of suffrage / new
generations spoilt left w/ a lowbrow look / when know you a better, please
sing the song out. Standing options wrong of a grizzled seal great bike of
overlapping skin, seal of street says come mordant organ huff a flair across America.
Goldenly, can’t you. Please, bluefinger, dance, and – where’d you get that ink & fire? We all have a shifting hat, backlit baroque or say red things. Planet sets the motion, built other days you have . coo comet coo (planed babies) & if ever the effort wastes clock-ancestors we will still drive the ice toward our convenience.
sound web chattelain overempired, oversaid. Standdown! Is tv dead yet?
Best Elvis did. Interrupt (don’t) my island, eh? Probe dice for diamonds, I want lust cash for mini-king all power we want – no, ever the curlrider tommer tails – Circle, yr experiment wanders. Husk cavity of milk warmers came to be a man, behold the ring of life & have things. Aye, I’m stopping the money-hawk from diving, just a day give me and our purple efforts’ stump.
Whoever service of great clamp benign wishful symbol make the brain-stamp drive. But of what said urge the monk. Astral evers. Cord of winters and the weatherrose camphored my sides. come for alive & swept up machines w/ one side simpering one side rigged happen ashen more and more the years, peeling th’paint. Oftener a hate-scuttled eye went landing the afternoon of the age.
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Belle epoch no adjutant, sing! (is my soul over the edge I said to the debate heaters who lift the sedge) of lift-instances yarned, would it all be better. who could have leaved in the send of Siberia wing of cardinals (bird only) for a web mess they’re dusting us. Astounding fang of history founder of sex cults writing religion I take pabulumbrage and de-deify you, Oz! Clues conundrum index of cost speeches connote floor of death’s lub, whereon we cast a cold eye. ooh this late February jounced and fevered up a jotty lunge I pallored an uneasy animal (me, anime) in strange sac of existence, socked the easy line and fished me up boat into where not even I flipped but quietly gasped slow hells of skewered breath (many sate-ill-lights) abnormal mind-plunge, wow the route – what makes both brave, great, awaystaying, what culture (cult-your) of death have we come to, nazi cockroach? Survival means final solution again? slow this time? subliminal limbic runic tubs of bleached time to perfect perfect (v.,adj.) viral tunic “scar inside human corps(e) of dance scorning us.”
ruddily, readily, scans storm in, even storm-scams weather certainly yoked by you-know-who now they swallowed Russia for bits of continuum control – bankers! Jew inventors! (Old Judea Khazarian mortific Zionists Mossad Rockefeller-Bush quadrant dystopic dyspeptic satanic – unseemly not the word – what is tell the herd.) vest of bombs hangnailing the koan man, woman, child to seem superior, contrite then firm in aggregate owned press by same assassins conform badge of senior time play and fishhook bodies unawares, so where – -? Oh where is thy provisional god manmade god the old of frayed telling if so by their old shepherd’s eclogue-ical pens??? Anyoneofus w/ logic hold cuts right thru like tankers speed embroil fuel war (fake) to stir up profits rhetoric at home yankee doodle when boycotting –merry-up-the-way on bicycles Chinese-like we very should go!! Implicit crumble standard oil to ground verify oily scoundrels are running bad puppet show of murder tear these jerkwaters down – from Starbuck’s window I seed the irony, I know,
but –
1. traffic must merge, and merge it will.
2. reductive forest policies die as we construct from our waste, sunuse. New babies know this.
3. rich put up or shut up test them for heart, soul, no option, how gains?
Conservative with compassion, bushlizard, and back to rock lizard must go. upheaval crime show prime time glow prime numbers fleet and flow sad of course – belly dragon could have fruit feasted instead galling and trepanning man burnt for evilancient…Why? Tiamat? Marduk? Isis? Zeus? I am a patriot for the realflying gods of revelatory humanlove. Or, are we really slaves of slaves of slaves? How many epochal volumes beastwise came and came, breathed flame upon flame? Whose real con-cockshun? Is suicide justified? How in this heavy mess got? Do we re-diversify or clean the gene pool / after sex parents not enough / to give the nod? Why, what would? Why a pagan, calm in his beliefs? Why a Buddhist, unwavering, unflinching, burning in bliss search each sticking to theirs – A: for, personal truth has no higher command. K. James was an illuminati fool too. In his own court his name to a pope-tome for the eject of Protestant resaying and they no like edits to be left behind the one book never burnt sanctified / snuff heretics out beastlike holy say top heretics lurk. Easy to see restless breath of mankind WILL end up stemming the black wave, should the new light believed be. Come along, just. Cosmic party. absolutely the soul no real upper web have but right-of-way in cosmogenesis if he believing he does tao of selfenhancing soul. Which is to say then, for all souls we have all souls’ day a real treat if not spooked & don’t be – a celebration for earth and hers out in the new leaves a dance Samhain out in the frail colors of summerdeath to say “aha!” something does go on, in passing, the suns of all galaxies! Light of souls rising! Rippling dance of the unconquered where hymns are choice of life say a soul up.
Hurry home to eat bread & circuses highway Bactrium of consent for the snakes to enpedophile the world, turn back on the us they cogitate.
Maimonides, Arimathea? w/ Christ are hands just too tied to not make planes blow into buildings on our bulk isle of maximums? I scan the world-plane for knowing & find completeness none. Asterisk by race. Footnote to Adam – these are goldslaves? I will not suffer the fools and gladly the bastards – ill-lumin-not-he trash to think so. Do not shirk the blowsy cheek of day to mustachio a closed system! By that I mean threat-free get out on the trees and sing the day hymns!
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Put a nautilus in the white house of white hope and love and make the current one a sad defiled putative memory scab! Defame no! Let high grow the wildflower whence dens of iniquity go! Let basalt of passion dream + no dreary word go forth (but to fix & show) a scabbard inky battering ram of our voices doing it in…
For karma-stealing dog men wars are all dirty disgrace from deepest metaphor for loss. Let the gentle breast come up from those preternatural depths again! Venus! Take poison nettles to these herr runners of nazi-poke sloughs! Crown the troupe of innocents w/ floral anti-reticence! Tyrants defaced blackfaced as pitch and into sea for the krakens. Poseidon send to D.C. to do natural justice to demons. Unelected! Brawn of arrogance, downers, all!
If there’s a justice let it not be forestalled >> void: into and back from to and fro black tooth. Of spheric sliders remain left to hurry back to the palace of doubt. Could you emit such a song to flout? Les fleurs du mal wilting could now be, but our heralder even more visible, even in his day! Oy, yea! Scones but that’s how a poet noses his soul’s world and retires on a bloody deep pen. For him not these laws or commands. ‘tis more suffering than apostolic hell to live another way, so – “whatever afterlife or me after what I’ve achieved!” Turn worldsoul around, no matter what quotidian burns rake. Why evil hides. Not this collar!
Live by what salvation may be and you’ll be studdering all the way! No meatloaf in purgatory, Johnny! Just territories. Hot of. Ought blend and solve unified field in a dream begin sanctuary where February leaves off stoking universal fire-wheel w/ formula of constants, semi-constants:
C (overall energy value of cause-and-effect universe)
E (= overall force of all, enumerated to sig. proportions of entropy
Vs. pragmatic appliqué z of all things e.g.)
Ce +or- z = A(n) (A=all) 2 kinds all: actual, dreamed.
enddetails from mathematical/poetical dream, though shaky, stand through. Feeling of coming up with m-quotient for the self-appropriated substance and aim of all the seen and unseen would I unpack like a whore all my war(e)s ? Days are slurry and sometimes incomprehensible pets, eh? A weather-stable for our gears and aging goes and goes out of check since eyes are unshuffled deck of strange Tarot protrudes invisibly wherever you go, but at times middling fixtures, textures, mind-mad sun-gaze sea.
A difference of vision gores an empire at edge of, dissolution snores, prompting sons of re-hewn resolution to trot sophistry, say and philosophistication (fist-a-quay-shun?) a partle neon, garbage signs of stupidified consent for stupidification (?!?) great at last this is a feeling of hollow wells last of the barren trees in their oversold fleet ? grumblings of how 2 trim human tree or wealth off, its minority of brambles, and – “cut off at the base, burn through at the root, keep heaping.”
So, who the great attender be? Oh, if I could act as removed own best friend, to apply an aesthetic heaven to this apex of loss and choice, then what? What holds it be, that we may then not know it, and do? (The sun is my silent god now, now. At least real warmth and that is my relevant relation. Sun on my slanted cheek, chestnut hair enough of god – indeed, never a shadow of itself! Which I will need as an I to feel real for a few more engines and “This is what a ghost must feel like” thought I as I wandered a today, tho’ everything was a should be as – twining of the weeks and my needs was off, though, ‘n I needed to be swept away as never before to the pre-self instead stranded on same old island almost ancient and misunderstanding and rapidity, capacity (cap a city?) for a knowing of All a blurry imperfect maze rattled & made sway even as crimson sunset bloomed a rapid fall over all the earth, leaving the repository of knowledge w/ my captives.
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Nothing a little wine couldn’t repair //ha ha god whipussomemore, for I smell bad papillaries grinding edges; grid hostile but I like a pen I can just snap into place and anyway who isn’t the seed / reserves, oh well science, wall of reversal, said:
-when you were lightning what did Olympus sound like?
-out of what clay a you formed?
vampire pining for lost blood the days count us her cronies hit the stock empire lusters the secret bondage masters of bone, priest said, “open my cloak, and it will open you, boy…” and no secret is forever kept no evil forever good parader… sinuous breviosity, this universe is lopsided and equal shares suck and shine colloquial grimoire palatable, rise on ash, modern omniscient to ground better flatters & vents the papered continents of gas ride. More to the may, bedimmed – exit on a flaming stallion & search meadows for years for your violet of ecstasy & flurry joy, fury upon pitter-patter, ears all scattered (whoops) I did it again secret reason eagle emblem of dictator paradigms: swooper of prey requires no predator, seek votes from carrion, though, high evil smell of 1871 takeover of banks hitler & bush vow together, honeymooning in Vegas & Times Square to flatter a spade. A (a)… tortion of abnormal hearts mottled screamed up one more rabid decade squander as quick flush, drip distend as fast a furion of lips cold excuse covert hips lawn minutiae eagle of prey your summers disturbed by Rockefeller lisp standard oil soup nazi blaze find the sheltered and rout. Out! Out! divine rebellion squelched (raped, in all honesty) ashfellow croakery guest vamp, give me your endural, lover suck my deed, give dreams to my lips / ensure dire robberies in the safehouse of passions hotter when robbed, my heart w/ welts knows.
There is an ancient, hidden lake, high in the mountains of my future I can turn to shall I wander the earth like an amnesiac cloud. Strutted. Start seminaries of the New Word & clash softly with other knowers colored serenely but with eyes out for ones like me finally having straightened out my power, afraid as I was of it, and “it shall devastate.” Blue maiden of yesteryear continents, here, sip from my chalice and say to me all of it. To drink down the chordic strands of life’s interior mirths; to roll back law until we jointly believe again in life – get society down to one law! : Harmless of life, cast thyself the best lived dream.
Like that? ‘tis my own synchronascent belle font sky diving, bloodless things cannot know the obscure cities I absorbed, & the stray devils I turned. Declare the obsequious day (insobrave as a foliage starts) to be a liar? It did same routine as’t did one day in the time of the gygants.
Loosed for. Titans. How feral, this! No time for judges, but…tick tick tick fade nightwise (mind’s a mate) from sun myths, oh one god! Offal of blazes entire, mingle. Sup. Freeze. Install the queer soul of travel-desire. Technocratic knells, maze of knees, the meanings are mad bees in the tree of my mind / yes where lakes devoured my body of birth yes where I smelt life advancing, open empires shed & the western dream in the mothflitted night / naturefalling out in form of odd pinecone, grandfilial domain. C’est le mort combien avec le beau lux upshedders draw / approach of more outdoor hours pitches an angled moon in sky’s crown for gibbous ends and waxing all, we dare kick up the dustless air for camera and for spring’s newest labours……………………………………………………
I eye my faux sons and me freeballing in the courtyard where no sparrow’s sonata (Athene’s anime) yet increases the show of turf and collapsible dwellings in the forced year which sifts droningly.
Vehicles of saying and of waste clash hornily in extropic din for the spoils of an upsold Hesperides on the ropes and rails and rack of a mid-winter course of attack! – oogle the absentee horses of the windless portrait, pile seconds on the grease-plate of our years and heart, and sin loud, over the traffic and far away…sinless hours crescendo-ing into the ecstasy of Xbalba & ruinous walks overtaken, stopped before feet of consent, of dubium as it posts our messages / toilet wrap birdcage lining papers manual propagandamnation wends an industrious morning man to bump our door in the witching hour.
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spook-hump, spoiler-mad, he obvious, turn supplicant mephisto murk on table lurks. Should? Framers. Greece still in the sun stays with her bleached homes + a string of boats along drunken shores ‘n ample tongue of shade. Talisman B.C. start lump of admiring peripatetics should Socrates have sumped the sea. (salutational) Sundays for Uranus gain solidarity, partitions of dust, aeons lining up swim for summering, & something said, “thanatopaeia.” Wretched offal can’t divine this! Life is a fuckroll, death is a way. But I bray my life to the living. Living epitaph: records whispers, laughs at death, laughing. callow strafe of nothingness in the heart chambers. On the heart. Winter hanging on like a mongrel! Astarte! Perseus! Come. A back-through time I thumb – nov 30- blue 2002 end “of nods, in perpetuum crease knot or spike for my node and become my mode by finding a specialty among rats <> what will cure our spats, lover?” Or all of them, for that – seigniorial rocket ship of my fulsome desires flows, gets out to the stars, and it’s about time…….. my blood leaves its name on this world, ails because we are sane in the midst of satans hurled, aching November shadows convene a bribed freedom’s hallowed my shattered bones’ temple, my fever reddens thru rigor’s sound. A no-man’s land of rare meaningful diseases and fevers around, carrying on, what sticks in the teeth, what’s always there, or curry up some care by way of someone way up there who sees my tiny candle lit.
scores of easy continents later, I learned what truly bird-vented nature’s glory, rage, caused cob of denial to lie, unstuck the needle in god’s eye, spirited my ague away (applause.) if you no mail to shift, heft walls inverse color sometimes the un-color is a blast. For you know black like a baby before the v.-adj.-inal stream put him down the scree. Chowing on the shire was. Oh boats him in on sun water bone strands. If we ever. One of his sayings, fuming, came roiling out: Preface to Tyrannus is a scold-the-old-way-bring-the-new proem. How. Says it’s a fiber of long essay to ape new forms put in, but. Sing anyway:
First, the beast –
Tyrannus o’er us wrecks.
Tyrannus the dead-soul maneater, manned. Tyrannus dragon of false kings made.
Tyrannus sets men on guilty strings, thing, eater of air, belcher of poisons – great provocateur, slayer of the provoked, one less star reflected.
Tyrannus the harsh-lit offices where we requisition the excuses for our being.
Tyrannus unsleeping pretender-human who goads out a long line of the depraved and destitute,
Tyrannus blocking out the sun, serving notice on his chosen responsible for blockage,
Tyrannus, arranger and re-arranger of whole kingdoms, peoples, whose klaxon bears the symbol of great eye and gold!
Tyrannus! Ungodly fire!
Tyrannus! Vampire! Hoaxer! (Caligula : if all of____ one neck had, I’d cut and not stop…)
Tyrannus, dead before the holy moan of moon, and marked dead as –
(hoard because you are revulsion, sickness itself, your own hell-fire and we shall uprise to quit handgreasing golddusting fattening up on fattening and end you.)
Tyrannus, sunny rat will know: what drives the unnatural snow, the wind that never ceases to blow, what grieves the good man in his ardent hours –
(scurrilous whore of the world, whom the virgin-mother has heard, rise above your life of death, soar above your static cleft;)
Tear annus, annuit coeptis linking them black thread each one sold their brains to power stables, selling very onerous fun – Tireseus! Wise and blind, sees all! But we put our wise men behind the wall along with mongrels they have no need for. Give us teams, score for score dispute of legal truth is a blade as it / bankrupts the small as they unblind the whore.
Of liberty, justice –
The foul scent of greenbacks stirs her/his loins. Comparable reductive in poetic fashion, earthly friend…
Humanus!
Humanus, delecter of muses short of fire in the breach brightening cities, sons and sons, blood and blood, born to bruise? In Tyrannus-built frenzy –
Of wars not ended, not ever, only interstices to balm and count –
Humanus includes desire and an art to his suffering, obsequious death-prepared snort w/ caverns of promise, needing dark to suffice for light to come as hero in our requisite doubt –
Humanus, you may screamandshout you may devise a course of devilry for the afterdeath, angels harrowing your hours, needful demons procuring the soured – a whole rectory of devised and chorused, throng unnoticed, but – “tell us not what to obey” – a consensus that unrounds gift of Moses.
Humanus, virus-fed, ground down gold teeth, extinguisher, anguisher, zeitgeist merefallen punked and misled industrial (Indus Trial?) clankering, cantankering, cavernous, vernal again…
“Well, this is a clickety-clack disaster ship. Stifled seasons for less, I have,” says the Lethean boatswain to distant captain, who runs and urns us headlong ice and sea and shore of bottom earth, it now a century of self upon self, every one running hard angrybreath to kill w/ ambition, lodge in her breast. Offered intuity iniquity panned for the fallow-fellow absolute monster that robed ringers sell…best move thyself to more meaningful churches – theatres, orgies pray don’t fall for ancient pratfall.
Sumerian and Tigristle cities’ first dressers scanned a junket of sport-slave and canals kept watering up the yield and crescento moon a pre-scythe of science and they swooned they did not so long ago.
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Sibyl went the day ‘fore I did, the very nicked bare of caution’s rabbit, but sped anyhow the dark town losing spittle crack the force lounging riddle of hypo-need battery juice went shlug-mix w/ other corrosives, corrode life and here a meth-mouth make a diddle-diddle hidey-ho, a news day. I crammed around in the get, fudged a miracle by implosion and ate again so iffy this flesh as Shiva snorts where old princes sleeved, but tagged an edge said: wily wise cat eyes square illusion (ill use ion) of night, prepared, my pleasure’s out – sure, created. Fill on by, for I knew you, stranger I warned w/ shut eyes. Just get me home denuded I’ll stalwart box yet in my shadow-cave make for Phoenix in summer like Rimbaud to Afrique pleasures in the hot dust hot and then, as he had, said he hell / this is he my other soul I have a France too in my blood our villages, visions, close in aptitude (apt etude) can gay be and not have stigma semantics for transom whistle-do and motherboard the train, wiry space now where we do it, poets used to go-go out but terror’s cloud puts a heartspook to the crasher’s book, smiles & all. I shoot myself from this canon each day, I am the infamous jumping man of the cirque in the deep mirror of truth which has as many sides as planet has granules. Ampere the mores quaff insist I deed. Staff of bier raised or did wine red as blood night last to say elegantly baby is blest be and could the Egyptians have hoped for very more? If day of machine-gun boys kill their center of learning, machines fly inflammable into towering honeycomb, they aught would speak once the honey dropped. Can if did Elysium cache rankle the above abstemious harrower in scarybook of backstory, blind, obviously, to overlaw stiflization we now a mess-in approbious. Can a liker know easy rivers ‘midst this in a spew town then?
for art sat her down as papulist, a purple vision tall she, and plopped right down right in the eye of. Books. for we come spattered to un-etch the body of dirt precipitous outside, hallucinate a kiss shan’t we idiot it was a book turned I no woman there was no kiss enervated a people. Stick one person by a phone’s future window right here I’m preponderous official hinder no sight if you the angelus wings beheld then screw down tight balloons of wonder say the sight could un-cross yr religion—- a down-me but I’m far better inelective a triad of bone sempter how regalus you have for I boycotting all but the satisfaction of the soul here rising a song again {I can build a sky can you I often read away the seasons while one churlish of them represents girl brat of things} child chancellor on toes many multiples as many myths as stars count ye yr prayers, count baffledhair. Oft traveled me a bee-year ultra meadow Europe said I what others girls some sleep round pop awake extract careless joy upruffles a sky sadly discordant…jewelry not my cars roar & the built thing mungles a bunt fear delay so you metanaut broke it/ I of the ice don’t/ Escher snakes wound up, wounded no one cares, fistula of advice – care on hard feet coins want I walk & walk what of future skeletons all we a proud my lust camphor denies rail of subduction if corolla of path then stop and mendicate tramp evil of lofts Kristallnacht reboil if hymns break the darker sun – loose image collective head miracle flight a burn into twins we see locked many angles camera set to downtwist- read Icke- much more to figure our beliefs squandered, owned by media monopoly can you fanatical customer insanity own? Once a mesa far yr dance get out soul I bewared got me nowhere I really do sun-in-heart voca royal in me seary joy lift scorn of world-heap why children I no brought in inflate my heart… zero is a lust too lust not to quantify what is this yr eyesmind say heap of words lost of their music I say, no – there’s too much and nothing – a fair field’s sea in which a diver enlists a liquid of all atoms interior nothing spake everything said.
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Hockey of evilnoise to enbreal certain cattlers, callers indeed cirque fault line bred daughters of freeway sons busting would palms doty headdress regale sun-belief? Mistral of style saps asking doves to march. Midnight the line oeuvre sap list lost but heart what you are – zebra billions tanks oil last growing thing you see can a tiny true under glass UV silent grant as stretts employ my soul. Father handless god or retreat I no mind, make my afterlife – to what I am & not a follower-heaven. This I may get / stones or stoned day zipper might lowered it & she rosy kissed a hot bloom for the breathing each sumpter a Mars to an Earth. Ultima Rule forget believe over squad of impetuous angels rare a dot heard, backfire seen. Medium inland still. Pine up & without any human steal my stare. Rocket system shattered complete a rife porter quell zealot roseate oh! I recall Spring dusky her pilot was too much in book, sorry mama – my way is this over-machine of separate eyes.
Calloph a tooth obelisk occult empire <>boasts best you born but I’m that pitiable chinaman now, Yangtze flood of wisdom parabolic earthturns. I hid a backway resultant wise, Reisling ding my bells Apollo expanding still wordhip softly state of my innate art send crashers away. City-faun ah best stroke yr Pollock expression tore through what are you doing adoring this? Foam form deduce splitting aside athwart evergreen ship middle beam of ardor our nights darker border life a cusp son daring the lines blur again for a dash of heartbreak he cupped dawn / reasons for head a path made his own python & his sister Hera moved the wheel & Leda fawned blue jay summers aloft boy stillwarmed offered north lakes sun upstroke apotheosis burn high mornings did dash down leapt splash dull aquamarine water carried midst a nook the pollen of remembrance. Dash you did too! when Helen’s caustic mount severed its crown and bore an Ashtar hyperboreal leveled massive loam in boomcough & started myth wheel rolling a boy volcanic stomp-stood undid the blue beds of morning Harry Truman waited let Ashtar vengeant take him. Saturn winked astral a solid such of goldenrod dangling did a universe arise??? Tropped & licked the early existence did foresworn forewarned but a peer of bathos did earn clock seasons of mirth heart hurt boy at fifteen devoured loss too young portioned & like the high pines bore light on his needles sometimes to earth slipped could you envelop each day push from then a pearl or peal out a Barbary living but a fine soul against ceiling glass flitted monstrage soft with – family eject this montage too much art querulous. make a good way hope see you at top I see not so – aria da capo – furtive festive pineal for armour had his dance met souls whose miss is this nonsense young a silicon breath of a century host of murmurs strike crave what must come to for newage relevantly slate night.
So for the heights, music. a parallel scintilla wrathless let birds make you rise too – early river park sun your soul’s movement, and – who Verlaine mine be? When, of all comforts, to know? thane of dance or Cawdor who consumes misery’s miracle or punched best back holy devils if strange be the wisp of caution? Bread lays or dance crucifiction dance wine my best part in uncrucify all of them brisk patterns mobilia caterwaul great caterwaul of China molds modes a primal mix verified sans command & oh the grass was high no lid on this nature who caught in my sails lunged with me to assail the mobwork castrating family of Sun. expunge Bolshevik porch on history, mastery, say Darwin, Marx explain the moon say Paris Review get new & with or look at what a revolution is get on-line or get off heave many webs, rainbows into the curled afternoon – barge of moments, strength on the sea strength is mine this monad me stroke astral events gas pearl of vacuum primus logos one cosmic IT order rational? Means to divide & are we now so divided as to very question the a-tom? Sent questions since Los Alamos to make irrational the world by way of unnatural winds – Opp. – “I am become death, destroyer of…” his son fell at the window or bat where things hide in what fiery field, overrode elbow of the strident earth a come-by a sold property thing elippsus Romeo a very doubtful prospect re-secure biostasis this much is seen.
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On the edge of a lifetime impervious to daysclaw through the furies and furious sent I redwhipped into the scald of air winsome on the walkcourse meditative inspire ring me to the truth of my holdover youth…to Man, heaping my obvious traits to no one but the walking wind, I yelled Hera, fates, make my stars come true & me true my aims due………………………………………………..
Spark flagella evening snowward zoomfuture body atoming, rig this inconstant, give me leave trust the snow will, this late cast of frost. Caste? Musevening kalends late to the ideas…the wind made snow…Or the ides. for emulation curve a staircase up for thoughts…could then suf-fear-ing away??? What whelps this pain what cover what land what lover athwart mored <> or, the age, in need of a few good plays, arias, and storms, needed the chancre of a heartless whim to scratch the score onto transplanted eyes…Or Ishtar, and the crescentmooned east, bodhidharma, the treeoflife, the beast all in a sweeping chorus line, singing “That’s Entertaaaeeaaainment!” (feel of stealth, compare! I walked right through with a wealth arboreal. Sting of earth this far / bleeds existence to have stayed shreve pinafours oft left to heal alone, please do. Frayed spokes of El Mohommedean phrasal pharisaical ancient tide of self-swallowing kingdoms) massive cleft afire, this was. Encyclopaedic envelope endeavored with thick carapace immediate solarama engine lifting future breezes through my desert self, once of you, tang. I breathed those gropes long afore. Wallop! Trap! Scold! Welter! (the terrormine sired a slit, a gang a range, an old rage, gammas of a sort guile milers: a comb, earthers, lightning, stokes, carriage-smooth – she and I hiked with plans. Perks terrific, oh objet d’chartreuse rose certain chrysanthemums of morning’s bright summer saying. Could you. Minion’s homage. Feed, rest, feed. Bone orb gather valise, guitar, complete. Laughing princes meant ‘blog avocado. Makes preening value. If someday forests called – the mystery mushroom springing, Idaho’s spirit lakes iridescent calm damp noise very north, quite north….and what dearth or sale readify? Lucks of what bought you? Your sound soul heavy with pine? Said to the stones? Say in your zeal, gun at own head or stuck in skin to do the tooth of dread walk you must go. Great seal of all things! Powers. Choice. Skin. A millennium barreling. Presser. A morning I choiced did the humidity make stick the lights? Moreover, do stars fight, fake, and stir? Ones in space. Fleet of bones stored up for my piano key memories; invarious ends delete alpen oftenals. Crumbed. Swear soil, Odin drummed up the very earth, the myth hammered, the sleeting soil-men warring or did Zeus? When comers go…the plinth the night sector coven of fuel. Probe life more. A freel noon enemy could make you. Better my youth or other on Lake Como heart or a lectern…poet atheists nooning, luncheoning to Romance’s age. Fevers allayed. Tender. Moss, gale, Gibraltar, pillars beyond which, Neptune knows, and does. We stepped through with guns, sails, & goldlust. Never stopped. Flourish on redundant zag avenues do? Heart wants an auction for you. Great ball of dreams, I longed! Winters did you tag, drag last of youth Nord, wavering fires, sad years done, what’s rotten in Denmark now?
Fetters, shapes, et al…
Done, fiasco harpy. Slut of hampering sold her story rights to pointless vagary. Who waved a fiendish flight to end in palms, oh jackhammer of soul?
Oh sold, oh sold. Did it get retold? On and old. Preen of deep, deep seas. Viridian and old, a ways with blue Neptune seize. Often your myth was courage to think in a blue way. Cycles. Now an urge to other tongues speak in. (Pilot of your own, tramp! Night!) I can’t see Mars from here and I did swerve my golden ear. All bodies heaped, heaping through. On, oh yes, to violet seeing. Vest safe? Blowing sun, bargain with blue, loved all your green: many more hues. Who would you. Buoyant brackets. If I could. (You did see thee, the quiet sky?) Atom Apollo scan the wild years for days. Sting-surge. Taxonomy. Vivid brain of place (if your vexers stood and could see their prey) nimble devil-dream, be a child. If $* maker made then vote your pig in and hush.
Hump-fury. Lush emerald silk, high satellites, ropes, strands of summer beach us… good tool of your epicurean cure-alls: teas, oils, fervor. Had-all. Seas. Purge. Solo. Could fire. We step on the backs of our fathers as they make us to go. But…North, quite north. Bless this aspiring eagle, gaping with feathery blood. Hunger oils the bread of complexity I fashion. Anchor w/ wings sprouts up in the storm ; today there are wide capacities, cloud like a dark Mongol w/ silver fluttered beard bore down across these tufts of rankness.
Lofts crimed, as below, sure crop stained, a boil, a flange, a how-hatted bully to put lockdown on any (as the hypemills lay ruin) As a swerve, secular, cats know. Astrally, I know. The dream procured its stealthy dove & the “perfect” world gleamed and went out. Experience riled silos w/ the right hedges, gifted – oratorios, orgies, sensational slobs. (Mine’s this private job) The right talisman plucked, revered, each vow a term for clarity, where we rowed, round the meanings mirrored for minds.
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A colophon – few the range could doubt then make mountains! But the buoyant sky sees more. (pledge-fucked, pharmaceutical control) Singapore: a doubt-flight, bandage a cough, German quarantine. New Yorker? Is it a would of humane to free roam, then knock down? Cover utter bland ocarina so spellful winds my last sleep w/ exotic tenders.
“Free pain up,” that’s a mouth. When we reach those continents, worlds, star-years, children we are w/ worn out coats. The species. Would yr wrath warp it down nicely? Attack, and heal system? Be real. The colored earth, Gaia, my lover, with battles, tangled hair – help, says she – help me be, get these fleas off me…can said fire shake the swarm?? Lofty bee a haggard mile creeps, the politician, creep of the free-standing world. As of hair enlist war-woven style of dread, clear your finger, found the duodenum of stomacher owned rothschild-genocide fandango souls heavily dancing it down save enough.
Ah, other operatics, gy(m)nastics where is yr hidden fish of fantasy, Welsh bride of fancy, bred on escape-lines where poets fled, stirring the real toward the finer earth…I supped a greal of starts, which stained my heart w/ the sigh of Cassandra. But Medea would dry up the earth to move her lover to mirth! (Constellated, still.) Sea-borne but I landed here. “Off with your flags, you dissenters of the Way!” the old god screamed, Lot’s wife still salts the rims of sultanic grails. They’re fixing a vengeant paradise there, in the old crescented desert.
“Stay in your official acropolis whether doom or not, boy,” the dryad spoke…hover, the pack of tvs, tard of longing, reason, dead loins the package crave…but if you stole. Say then your bituminous heart thickened. Crowing gale. Overworn rags of dead fashion, but the sunsets yawn. Top of lays, still to the inevitable crimsons, when I summoned those yards. Schoolday miracles, bright green meadows of grass point seaward, sunward, anything but human…and then you limbed everything, built a limbo, and we swayed, bent: sufferain, suzerain, colt or rearward pony painted should I have? Ridden in on. Cloister of proposed recalls: summon the aggregarious chimera whose morphing heals. Cars that indeed DO tragedy as they burn burn burn. Could hail potentate summer of hearts parasitic, parastatic, plunge the blood for errors! Soft lovesmith, this is the curl! The day! Us, not out of step, w/ gamboled loins. Shred, and then the rubric flirt. Dig lines? Mostly flawed ghosts stay to ju ju our flexible years. Or speak to them. Serrated evil fu unrevealed. Displaysures,
and this dessicating fever that helps blot the night fights on.
Did bread taste me (?) I pet the dream sun drops like a plasma balloon over boy-heaps of mind, spindle the problem of cars seemingly to call Mars, the way, the dead-red of things…New York new quark new sinew ark temple of bridling discoveries I packed only the summers that smiled + sung & that’s all I could see. I call a flower to ride Iberia by – cauliflower tried I beery-a-bye – obstreporia purchase – If night had no lover, Cassandra her heart back, Medea move without black moves…a spite for fevers raised would a truncheon make bright. Now, a bronze soul paroles the languor of weathered years. Rise, brave apes, who’ve risen, for the sun does.
Mathema tics. Mathema writhes. Mathema hides. Mathema tries. When in the rock of youth…sock of the habitué, the delighted ex tempore philosopher. Mad with the holography of the fractal seasons,… encroachingly adept at sun-soaked concept…High, basking in the boudoirs of royale gentility, Lairs, chambers, nests, alluvial peasantry… whom moves, this feudalism dying. Martyred? Festival-soothing skies of a youth sacrificed to 21. years & centuries; scoundrel, yon ultra-wealth hiring, firing atmospheres of “holy death.”
This is come upon the aperture of grace!
Glyphs of hospitable ancient precipices: city-states I could consult, who may console the daring sky to form a kind of dance.
Orpheus: I glance at my Euryidice all I want now.
Eurydice: The bale of magic high golden worlds.
Or suited Celtic Patrick the saint 432 AD signified gogettum Ireland in the divine spring green glow e’en if the Rubicon is crossed, his day March knows.
3.18.03 14:00 hrs. PSD time the pearl came out called: Solaraphon.
The sun in my ear, with gaseous tonnage wastes nothing;
The derelict season denies being quaffed by might of spring.
The maidenhold is weak! The buds of promise barely bump –
Only Apollo charioted gold allowed to speak!
The false furies of rich forests make stumps.
The sun warms my ear, my innards grief’s ribbon –
How easily the ponds of madness do flow;
I’ve stopped, it seems, for the light brigade again;
The wrong kind of stoppage, yes, still feeds the crows.
The fields of waste still grow the stools!
But for clowns and strumpets and fools…
The sun in my ear whorls heat to my soul;
Invents me a reason banal moments sow,
Even then a bounty of visions, paused thus,
Where’s the cure-rain, O Zeus, Rhea, Prometheus?
Where the dark dubium, the oil-drunk rich-mad now?
The colophon of the world-book shows not this foul,
And why? Why, we all must ask, the planet-prison we
Build. Wherefore shall we go, e’en as the world-prince
Enhorrors the streets? The virulent borders shan’t keep
A-one out. Those who must will go.
I heard a magpie gloriously ringing;
Head of wing and wings upflit,
I heard a magpie sonorously reaping
Eyes of black the shine still get…
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The calm clam clamored for clarity once again, near the palace of the wolf. Great things ceded, were lost, then gallomphed adroitly across the tottering day, nevermore to be cloud-lambs again. What did I think? What did I do? In those terrible months of sanctioning my delirious fantasies? The goalposts of luxury kept of slothful deceit more and more smelling; something I could not inside me control which seemed bent on making a knife-edge of personae, its gifted hellous home. What prize came after the long echo-chamber nights of serious recompense? Nothing. A blacksmith’s anvil from the dirty past dropped in my lap, a caustic excuse to sunbathe fiercely at night in the moon’s clever facsimile. A wild whip of needless frenzy! The product of aimless rage, wordless fears – stacked on each other like ghetto Jews, utterless in their piles, of horror supreme.
Ennui! Ennui!
Indecision and stupidity! (repeat ‘til sun’s down)
“But only for a moment I saw, and thought I could unhinge all laws.”
Ah, Perceptae. Start a new day. Even sunny moondays creep along, a world of guilt on their fumarole brows. New calendars. New clocks. All the same patter. Amazing what never changes. There might be an entire world of lucky ladybugs lost to the porches of ignorance, where sagacious cats whomp and steer them to paralysis and death. We must more closely examine the relationships between ALL things.
To unfather you must de-sire? Naked arms angered, perhaps I’m looking too closely at the page; the lines seem like difficult ceilings and restless floors. But so do these wars. Hearts in twine, not entwined, scared of the pavement’s sacrifice and a colder new wind in a cauldron, dug in. I missed the boat but I can still swim. Hard to smile, but I can still grin. Fissures wide and hungry swallow the wild and the ugly for all our fathers’ arrogant follies, as all their ghosts sweep the floors.
Some of the success is in not letting our peeves show. There is a star adrift in us which must house a whole system and bathe us like lugubrious children – age of lighthouse tourists on the belt and silicon armour sealing our mouths. What enemy have we met, and what would we do? What brings us money and ties our shoes? The vast and shrinking ice shelf still draws birds and swells.
Night courting November, November courting a child, cold courting secret deaths…the age of furious travel is an unrecommended high-wire act full of hashashins spying on Hecate. Vicious span – staged gun fobs and all civil war roads stained w/ indifferent corpses – In the massive wake a gloomy whisper a horrified vine in my ear and a lake of freedom dwarfing Superior /: horses seem better companions as I age & see we humans are zombied, pained, punished for good relations /// my cat purrs and all of “civilization” relaxes, concurs that the mode is numb, so the animals come, when the crime is done at end of chiar-obscured night.
Time-taps. effluvial reconciliation. Garland me, dear spring, in the lucky fuchsia of my dreams this time a cataplexy benumbed quatrain quarantine warrants a bell-dive, diva of wells…Antigone leaps, brazen dozen epochs stronger-willed than me: feral tilts of the unknown upped. The future dreams of the children ridicule us. Would you for one penny starve, your ills to take shape? It means we are archetypes of hagiography.
O, Damnotus, call out the times!
Equinox: dash-a-day, warden of war-myths convene the lair of scars again? edge an end, rustle of camo-sleeves popular trump of tv heroes says – “these are our best people.” Of an army, perhaps. Philosophers peer down, artists kaffe-klatsch & somehow chant the rough-edged bully-demon down who speaks in wars. precision bombing. (We too have our precise hits, herr general.) One is that the clench of power loses tenfold what it once clenched. One is the cattleprod of oilmen smirches the natural hence and before and on surety’s dove, satyrs hear the bellow of the sea… white lies, black lies too. Did the women of the sea borrow free? Oui, mon qui…tenuous cataracts of wanderlust blown down by Ares’ fierce battleflute.
chawing seed of roughature…signature need in the baffulous high longing, salute the rain of day with no reign.
Flee-thumb, or what we were: did the bombast free the tanned flocks of despothood? In the fire-strike of neighborhoods, football color commentators grout. Flum of a tear for Tom. Breath at just the right angles – “we’ll be right back” stream to a drumming lead or march 3/8 time to stir the nationalist heart. Nation for nation! To liberate, masticate, claw, break down! The peace-vigil rings are there to call in the whiteness, to make the star more real. Press with your voice a music into the unknown, mist of your sights (missed?) a conterminous history-myth-bill dung’s roman for a clef of the real on going calendar of life and visions presented to heal tribe. (at least to see) the vertiginous mystery aarrgh alights come be with, record. I’m a misery known, loved like the last of the wine – henchmen of the world no take, color experience proud.
The dunce got a break, kept on getting
Drunk on power, he launched the “arsenal of profits”
(arse-in-all?) please fates put a stop sign up for ‘im.
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ready, the dream was a cauldron for me for I cannot sit where the peach rounds its skin. Ob-fervor, oh last! Night of the world’s latest star-death grocked a loveless mandrake of furtive rem-worlds saying of time-scrambled mists: I know. your turpentine halls of aquamarine tile are hospitals of the spirit now, a cocooned sailor from the 18th century or the Odyssey hides among noon teledevices. Small poet! You cannot utter these halls! You did not tumble the force of rain up into those nimbi ! Pot you will a stomach out like the rest in turn for your vest of narcissi! Culled water was rain spittle spread worlds of tumulous ocean pressed a dust-core to your inner threads! Motor of a thrush, plangent teal askance of general dearth. ‘twas a commemorating motion I heavily twirled. Could you decide, Uranus, anthems to fit the faithless men of the age, net the moronic eye, figure a guest? Give eye the prize of squealth magrons going to ticker-tape going to pot, seed, to rusty hymns imbalanced by the tracers of death!
I measured up pregnant opposites, finally. Fah, folly! Dizzy emperosphere, cocks loaded in the Kether to dawnly priest the iambic, silent sun. Did daze notify our crammers. Deemers. Big Oedipi to freak water-earth with pike-fire of where the brain hot burns. Coral through the nose go humping, tropicals who sique the farthest drop of sun in their water. (Cats lay fey in every city, with largely no language.) We should??
Oh, no no no. This is the human reekingball experimeant of meat we unravel liars, for God invented our deaths. Seek more, the real radio channel and only one at center says so predeathward clear and fair. Martwenty too of third’s third away from golgothic semblemount crasser making death of our guilt which was a warrior’s excess, ignorant of artificers of sun-myth. Toltec torches make it all the yage rare again this history of visions, if they wore modern necks. Probosci feel for the oil drip gorge wealth past its folds. The o’erstretched earth. Then bear men and women very good souls into that sluice uterine splash to that gate where we rush flush with the capillaries capitalist O skewer a tree or foreigner chop chop it all down to get ahead. Gaia’s grace which held us up! Beheld. Oh, behold. Creature has stuffed jowls self-satisfied & empty hear it groan. Sympathy. Bus stop litters a butt-galaxy of endless waste they complain and shove battery solenoid up nasal to speed up the nights they authentically cannot live. Selfish? “Speed my days to my bitter cough-in, race to jerk a buzz, leave searing contrail blaze my dreams go up in that.” What? Pedestrian. Go for. Congeals oriental to pray-up the earthen mirrors. Colt of found yr angles warm & shat back her status as mare high with bones & haggard equine mirth rug of hair. If you made me an iris… Fine, board the sedge. Mixed, my phantoms are w/ glorious want and said to my soul the very wine for passage through mystic eves.
Pylon or phalli to chronologeographicanalogous rearrangement so Jesus gets a ride on the space shuttle to watch Olympians from there brace……………………
For interrogative tides, meditative Mediterranean ghosts aside Hades’ pebbles a lark for his one neutral beard of looks……
Here come the new languages! Sartre scything on the Massif Central for his pod or pearl in the loom, pretty bales, pelt of nails in the clear for fill of philosophy at the end it is said we know nothing, but our angel has come and we cough out our last & French horns cure stolid veins of fetters secrete tears oft making secret wines still implore us in the summer to walk the commons w/ a silent lust for the keys;;;;;;;;;; [long pause]
Sands are skinning, Sahara snakes its wrath to a wraith for a dry earth-blow uppance tooth of a man’s what made sadder, his tractate bit w/ a welter’s rooks Wyoming why-roaming of august last still shining up through my storm to say naming’s late – that swan flew. Hardly. Did a taste vet fawns, flaws, an excoriating cause of this personal war…grasslands high a bit w/ her winds imperiously hawking call a bit to the edulcorated soil – Oft a recall of pet myths has set it to a tome, the putter of poetry produced vehement prophecy, saying:
breast royal ends. Oft spinners bled / arroyo sunshine car / blessed astronaut of freewill flips both sides, sits still. (if its all one is to have) seek! Here you are so neutral, gearless havingtoabide laughless all day in the
smithereens of it. Swallow small and SUN…enter. Value shadows look in that forbidden well (to others “sin”) I AM time & intellect, prying catastrophic niche, uncolluded purposes…bridges with talons, the auroral trait (if it is all one has) if not, save. Hail piper when he broadens up along the path to lead rats through streets of pyrite down to the darkened sea.
& was there a new Kristallnacht? Thoughts of a future skyscraper twin(n)ed perhaps, ending in a stylus, or in vents that bade us hold our breath in a circus of searching for a career near prized water thoughts of a future ending in a stylus & the ash fell shockingly, following the booms, all around manhattan’s glans – Pompeii thoughts, running harbingers in their reluctant play, travel along the unscheduled demolition & she chanted breathless “thank gods” all a-tremble, and – wouldn’t you? If the new Kristallnacht appeared and fell & your shoulder, untouched, was able to hide? As the very basis for good thoughts fails along with the steel and glass and stylus & fathers of a soaring corner leaving a crater in the center of the world… slayed, near all – slim dozens made safety’s grim clutch…..
those who have the power to have put even the goldest drones on the list as I reach for my gas mask, fall’s new fashions trotted out, baseball madness thoughts of a hole in the world – no stylus, profit, towers in the sky, flowers of goodbye… carry on? In some way? Good long.
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Vision Turks cross my Rubicon w/ hot pincers of kindness to say Bosporos whores of tea get the strange urge too / pinnacles comported through the through of a selected age where trends rode us but sconce-souls obbed from away sunfinger them too back from luxurious coasts of gray and of “lady has a say as soon as we see seaside in her long escarpment of crashes in the brine” corumburate fowls of the loam the farm, winery bid river-doers land in port & drink down the guzzle of un-caution & thwart bright bullets or buttons of furious rain from the fated, catalepsy achtung! From the real arc of Ishmael where word-symbols reverberating ergs from Kabala for millennia hold the Hasidic horn of obverse verse fetted. Jest of a just self sing! Stingers of endive, bringers of realm-red steel find cities with cold heels and fatal futures for their imps. Slide, per dictum you could taste dawn in those lambs of cruel wait.
Static bolt! Messenger of languorous winter, energy stags stagnant w drear; never fear, the ear and eye of sojournal heights brought the swordkeeper guides, soft judges again, & kept real the prarie rain of caught-for-fear-in-the-wool-dyed fun! Ran the truck along elegantine thousands (tics on the turf that freewayed its native hue)
“You can surf my soul if I can surf yours,” (mores hidden, I scrubbed her in the morning spray eso-erotic dream departure) Sods bought, erect temps of renter’s boughs a somewhere dreams are bought too. Sullen Saturdays Saturnian leap and blowing a side of the world – (storm blister the verse.) Vicarious Icarus Iscariot chariot – all in the recall of those higher chests of doubt, tridents of shame; leave the loft to go plug summer questions w/ a winter soul. All value various. Rampart civilize tromp l’oeuil catters who scud. Learners of car and bomb, gun and brain; woman of antennae hairs of wanting brushes seasons up, darkly smiles. Knocked up with death, lady? Childless, I freely rack. [rank?] Songers aplomb be-term the germ daronned for curees!
Stammer up the Sun, Crispin! Of love the patter of lakes
Be swooned, Moon of yarns, call outly to your Queen!
Tang enjoyed, the vassal betwixt reaper’s incumbent curl!
a ventrous side of history with eggs / perk exotic mornings up forever / Blue tides uprisen in the tawn of young flesh not in time. Kick for feels, Milarepa waits. Hills heard fills & winds, winding leaves; lascivious performing days of certain ancients viewed Santorini blown. Soured, soothed. I ran my hard pain to a song & a svelte sound of self grew healing horns. (Not the only galactic catastrophe) Trunk in soul hid many go-things that whelped to sunny music. Who sought bird-squelch, dodo, sought their evil zephyr. Contusion of magma sent the ancient mythsmiths their caul. Brood these good things back! Steeds of whim stood ‘cross fields of home & move with the moon; like us, with the sun too. Swift Mars of War doing surgery on Old Babylon can’t help but ape the oldest wars’ limns. Why invade where earth’s first city lies? (I stammered for a ram to burst greed at the lips.) See a world says take. More the better. Mammon. Sunny honey? Money. Funny? Money. Make a rummy of a saint. 7-11-21. Roll for a big one, homeless wait outside. Specter of a shove? Too bad.
The lean of the lines burns; or cools if the day agrees – Porch of other wars, monstrous; entail the greedy mounds of games.
A fishery of juvenilia screams! Ride your untold day in the certitude of
Vespers! (that you did as the life-staff sprung) Azaleas foisted the songs of entering close love. Fibbers coiled up, along with the stipend of truth. If a fowl, finder scowl, trump the month with hands. Scene of the moods from hell swore to scar / love if she never looked or felt afar. Caryatids fine for. Sin’s demands are preternatural – the fire I feel is me! Ocularity of a future jumps and blows commerce to other suns. Eyes fixed. Convelations. Moods. Laser soars to fix minds & eyes well. Fine figure of doing slept stoutly to confine:
a. finery & horses on the wing of morning march.
b. Piece together pie of arrows.
c. Borders rolled through of alien colors reigned still.
Stash of yarns through years which moved a swell of ears to seas of tumid effluvia, or that of March you did blaze a claim; taupe of clouds blow on… imaginary ash of a fey storm fell, fled to delay hell’s tide…Flown, you dance. Dance you must. Must have sung. Vaultible flag of me that tries triads for compact memoranda of memory or symphonies in a sentient sentence…Voila! The schism of Man enflamed by terror’s sconce. Terror sits in many houses, confers many forms, in deceitful clamor born.
No, art shall never die out from the good and poisoned earth. There is a tractate of powers that goes through all laws and to which we must make ourselves familiar. Pleas, please. Hives & hymns. The megaphone of nature rode high up on new winds and burgeoned the pastoral pastels. Pedestrian delayed the drag, got the horn, re-told of swans. What birds fell! – from the eaves, haranguing the cats, exemplary shouts of speed… what realm to snag sound or the full fish of resurrection? What supreme erection? The curve of men to stay sped, up through nights bewitched by obduracy, fastidious flashes of dust? Roamers come to dread the men who envy them – freedom to what? Plow new lebensraum to change money? Iffers swift. Stopper of plum(b)s. The unconcealed zealot goes strange to change, too obvious in the general glare. Child gusts zeal crowd ; zealot farce, an ass is found, denied. “Time engaged the stylus of controversy, not mercy: the bible pricks, quells the wound, and hounds.” It predicts weakness, makes us cling to haughty propagation. Distended fancy. Ender of kicks, resolute. Upsuited electric question mark falls into the bath of philosophic distress. (Elemental moves of synchronicity breed new nomenclature. And one is given? Nom de guerre?) Apt, child, to these times of no-say wars? Cleanse spotty fields of their rape, and tell a child of that gape?! A mother’s milk will go much farther if _______; a tegument of gates, derider.
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Palaver, should I name it? A trad-verse formulation, night of the hot muse.:
Where should we go from here?
Now ‘twe’ve sent our machines
Past Pluto with a sidereal arm of questions?
A million answers in the wind
But as yet no trophy to assay Man
On the collective mantle…
Where are we, O to flee
When we ride the dragon-hep
Whose neck’s ligatured by his tail
Pointed down and sharp for death?
O what are we, the small, to believe?
Sun of truth by evil moons eclipsed?
Sent by men, those orbs, on sated eves,
When forgers awake from their lapse?
Who will shout when the music’s low,
The lush hills in wait for pagans unbound,
Returned to the seasons of passion’s orgy,
The hoppy verdance of human sound…
And whose zephyr thus?
Rigors of what spoken God?
Ingenious high nest, yes? Held in an arm
Of the splendent Sun? Rejoice in your
Dissolute fun!
With one, O one soul said,
As many in their tired vice surround,
Agreeable archetypes, roles of lead,
High and low, redeem and confound
When in wrath, in bath I sit, given
And what I take w/ the golden rake,
Has as yet to be wholly shriven.
(For to Man that temperament is fake.)
So scuttle the farms, make damp the hearths?
Ruminate on broken, breaking hearts.
And vie up one day for death –
(His white handmaiden floored, and yet…)
The wine made from blood’s bitter weather
That fault could send for a fling!
Then we go out and get the real thing,
‘til our cloven minds ring feathered.
When that private ear burns our sky
Of years outside the known, and high,
Weather jaunts an onerous road,
Lured and duped and rent abode
Wherefore affliction’s broad wings splay
(Our prayers ever the color of air)
Coach rudiments, God, my soul it lays
In the deep gorge ‘twixt the foul and fair.
…what a Spring for death ! the acorns of foolage profess the dire atmosphere as March comes ending with bombs: pre-striken, pre-chosen drum-beating hawks ignore humanity as they shove their misplaced wrath in all directions but good. what would fables bear? to grunt and sweat ‘neath an eerie telecide captive-vision as ape-throngs are slow-numbed? The undiscovered country is an unfounded America which we thought has always stood which they jettisoned for fool games of genocidal money cant. So sound the Spring trees still stand unbewitched bear the fronds and fruits fearless which drop on driveways, the only capsules of truth left… stabbers fawn, stabbers go, stabbers stab justice ‘til she bows – a culture-fettle of escape which mocks the only bird it knows, called envy. I no longer capitalize the word bush – it is a ruse, a bluff, birds no longer even hide in – only the seasons of inner, outer steely truth, only the things of loft left in this zeitgeist. Derogatory plebes struck oil, plotted world rule, rewrote history, co-opted by Ultima Thule, ultimate mask of Janus, the hypocrites stand and stand what for and why? God has left us to be the anarchists to evil, and the middle class is bribed into cowardice. Let the boycotts go forth and reign: do not purchase the big lie or its products; let the poets rule! Let Shelley’s maxim drop from bluer skies to crack the domes of perdition whence laws make death factories boom! Rule by wisest: sophocracy: and let humanity’s ills be ever forestalled. susperiate failsafe node of imperators too quickly and perhaps some sentimental season will fall a-crash, heralding death’s ultrafeast. On your feet! Vast sphagnum of lies is die cast in telecide…….!
Re-redeemer bumping up miracles that get blown back, a mother’s son up on the fence like a Cathar knight. (those hidden crusaders still fly)
O your blue earth! War-torn, desert dynasties pried, new Babylon vs. old with bombs of dry expulsion, pulsing an out and out rip-open of Sodom’s newest incarnation. O blue, blue earth mother a dirty veil of sand and lies bathe termgivers w/ a wrath of their own / wrath for wrath & struts of bone! Thrift! Will the makers destroy what’s made with their destiny bought? An agony-washed tromp l’oeuil in the mains is haggard geography crafted w/ motherborn thieves, a dumped hagiography.
I had a dream of vines o’ergrowing me
And in that dream, one of mawkish demands,
Stole the darkness, leaving us varied as moles
In an age of sudden mystery.
A verse docume