night. in a fragile bed,
invisible e-water quivers in gloat; language –
sight-sheets rainbow trouts
steady w/ a description of a new signal,
Zorn’s greatest…
in series of cards I faintly leave station
on glassite earthdiscs
ghost-shroud radiolites
partially free, betraying the force of a visitor;
w/ bubbled, well muzzled
humanity’s eternity.
fathom:
desert. in need of transport:
mad choose instruments enclosed in golden glow
over millions bent wholly overhead;
men shouldn’t wait on word platforms
spoken in coats their writers are trapped
in – placing blessed machinery
above forevers of applause
face wounded mirrors in journals…
calculations move; shifting of night-breeze,
beyond place
above the buildings
resoundingly free
far from any door.
privacies:
face. dead metal all the way, presently – a
while
from the miles across her eye-
liner’s ray gaze, swiftly; broken
matter, she, a local cheapo; he, admiral traveler
of the east, both
exterminating greed… w/ hysterical sighs
in still waters – moonlight by
sound
of crustaceans sizzling
posting wants on oscillating streets
his finger pushed uninjured through the wire
applying sky to visage.
mindsails:
Bettie. reads controls
wonders out loud: “perhaps agents
archive burned objects”; reducing egos,
in heavily directed rooms, closed eyes, what
was to explain, her case seized my fiction,
and doubtlessly expressed violin fury:
any particular suggestion? so… eyes
is characteristic
sun, sails, as a blur, I heardly ever know
about
what works for your thoughts
give? more;
of you. time.
standards:
player. make tears absurd
snap metronomes
remove equalizers; strke the icy
yes – spill concrete on adjustments
radium beer on what was exits, your picture is writhing
so… just visible, artistic success, “two
come to no signal”; order is sinusoidal
and miracle out-explains being time – range, not death
on silver-moist steady-dressed engines, I, I am the
engine – beginning of scales in the wee-wee hours,
ejaculated piano movement
poor world, you say, poor the one who names it
through days and centuries of with, which, wearing
a window
on his wrist
who’s the one observed here?
unused:
circuit. from now on, it’s kisses for arms
leading the formless shepherds
marking demanded whiles; meanings, heartbeating stranger armies following the sea – accomplishments, the swing error-
-science impulsive fellow…
loop queer character
the shepherd’s source throat
evidence; spectro-analyzed plan
Anette’s-love skylight, voyages
w/ sulphuric animals of the moon.
saltmilk:
ocean. follows sane angels… vampires… arrangements
outer limits in them –
cylinders on the horizon,
circular ring roar,
erased amazing ships,
“ah!” web-builders
members in sky caresses
guarding their apparatus in infra-red cages
packed in spectra of wind
change… closer
instruments-thought-intruders:
cups of milk theory
spiced w/ salt.
exchange:
luminescence. did passed. was I wrong touching
my phantasm creature's waves?
other of authority. am. where the
length of knowing
meets the ships of chance; up to where
my skull’s
enjoying that lay. it. afraid what would have
been of me; forth fight tiny changes
lakes to light, of pale creature, lurking in the towers
authors jagged of cages, armed
sardonic sections challenged young asteroid's magnetic will
look into the dead hell
parachute over.
pinwheels:
shelters. nameless people; over my head, as in a grain
opened mechanism, paused shut
directed to treatment; dark faces, the
sex agonized opening to red of south
eyes that by & around
stared their gaze until they grew tired of
labors, but splashed the daring attempt
at thumping the starlit wayfarer
lifting mad scenes anew
governments pretending
proffering execute fire
w/ gloom given sun that equipped them;
turned skin ran brief at night
but brought no goliath ashore
directions, headquarters
paper barrels
burning.
danette:
july. occasional room
time sleeps when she’s thinking
refreshed, interrupted, plummeting
into space-age trees & wanton planetary
cats; she looks along lazily at the solarium disk
responsible for life; at peace w/ blackness’ answers
forwarding details – invisible battle moves on, mind
of orders, but she’s down here unruled,
pure & swaying like a wing.
hemisphereal:
bullet. who are ye, captain important?
atmosphere of skin
reptilian doctor of thud jungle, crumpled dark operative,
grotesque pushing priest; purple lay – come in
w/ your dead, gods & totems, disregard me:
the weaker world, game of doorways & voices
racing bones, closed tons - visitor vacuum
ventilating systems
brave switch citizenry
sitting on stars
sparks of metal monsters
calculating them, students learn of
the exploded men – sacrificed to astral nightmare.
harmlessly, eventually:
fingertips. within your body they were
looking for help – comrade woman; sunray president
of the dead-white executive wine, cloudless
on the pretended error moonlight; was she my
first inexperience? now what the moon’s made of
looks different, it murmures reappearing
while French planes circle quickly
w/ a message of dusk, what were her words?
cursed snap here & there, someway stern;
objectifying love. the temperature of casual
criticisms; perfect w/ my things, how have
you been bit lately. dying?
no harm to sea. glass stories have fallen.
headspace:
echelon.pick exist, into and of the segment
maneuverable, past the
mercy door
down the may field beyond
known day of flesh; could have bathed
in your finds all over again
through them you’ll suffer deeply
for a soundless cage of reward
awakened later on a rail
saying chance
when asked, answering “skylanes”
habit of fraction
works on signals from zero to godhead.
phase rag:
atmosphere. leaf pictures mangling you – or
did you rise against that doomed
monstrosity of a turning wheel
on denser suit droned bits
of soil, installing shells of ego; w/o the technical
knowledge. I mopped the diner floor slowly
folding butterfly wings
been cover to your thoughts long ago
they never walked forth public
tracks of bone
here the earth is showing
striving for great millions flung on a sea walk
in the chains of a dim & vertical beam.
mothercell:
destruction. one wave, as of senses; tense,
the little coloring soldier, who’s answered
hundred thousand phonecalls, but wait
speak of leisure & insects of the ocean
summarize the
distant – grotesque formation of no
besides & can’t
panoramic phantoms
talk sardonic
no vase for me, the spoke winds cry
& the soldier lost so much space
on precipitous valleys exploding out of
downward heads
crew of fools, not ship, the tool of discovery
once more reduced to
one electronic signal; broad frequency,
narrow canals,
ever-increasing guards of ideas
reducing space flyers
to jesters
quakes of earthlings – respective space mother
softening
her touch
planet whispering in relief, though not without
the weight of human factor
still drilling the skin
of its tender
perpetual balloon.
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