Obliquely

Obliquely

hum goes the wrong word
begging for redemptive sky
the night alone, dies

how on earth?
how how on earth
ni hao on earth
"how" on
earth kneels onto itself
suffering from bigness
and emergency payphone calls

uninfluencabowl lights
smoker's choice
what's my next line?
what on earth how.

the moon kiss itself
"I, god of winter" so say
sunshine is a sin

all that is was even, but
the most unkindly feeling
until the day unsmoothing sway
generals sell firewood and dust

Renounce virtue

all that was is never touched
symptoms of emancipation

victims of, victims of,
loitering and, loitering and,

Renounce sex
                 virtue
                 fame
                 and tissues

teeth made of snails
hair made of weights

"Let's all try to get along."
"We really should treat each other better."
But I suppose that's not enough for some.  Or maybe it is.  Ought we find a hundred different ways to say the same or read and reread a quasi-nihilist's airport romance novel?  Ambiguity is a teddy bear.
Since nothing ever solid stays but whips the wind 'til it decays and something something, off the chain, runs back home, missing its daily beating.

Why not what is the only way?
stay in bed, blame overstimulation

Congratulations on your suckerpunch,
the amount of gaiety.

Truly do not

Truly, do not care much what you do.
...he don't make his living doin' nothin' proud...
A whole goddamn.

If I was discovered,
I would surely die.
Cannot do nothing but you,
so do not try.

Hero worship begin

Hero worship begins and ends with self-worship.
That does not mean that it does not go anywhere,
only that it comes back.

shudder the blue stars in the noontime
hustle back and forth airport-to-airport

Feel sorry for family or I would if
would if at the moon loveliness and infidelity
what is good for taming the self calming it down
"expression is loathsome and life is a bore"

Can do nothing but everything, what's enough
Who is going on the leastest cadence runs out of fire light bulbs burning too bright gentle sway
I am suddenly aware of nothing

cultivate that is for sure like absence
I have never met nonsense only the tyranny of reason
it's better to suppose than not at all
"why" diminishes part of the self but other cohesives stay

On Moving Mounts

We run the faucet running on the top sink.
A ready fruit greedier than the other one.
the bugs sound echo
their reign is glorious
After the kingdom was aloft in celebration,
on her mount and and and
I can remember nothing.

I wish I wished a little more
for vomit on the kitchen floor.
exposition and seraphim
the unguarded room for her
Everything was moved.
I was moved.
What we were was moved.

The only possible reconciliation
is partial and removed
the present is an argument
(often a fistfight)
between the future and the past
I am their broken teeth
on the rubber mat of me

winter'd cigarettes
"Why did you put your clothes on?"
"I am cold."
"So am I, so? So come over."
dogs kicked out of thumping rooms
reasonable hostility to blinking voyeurs
I would go back, I would
But it is all mush
And I am the mush master.

my name what time

want and taking, ruffled shaking
the cider of the mind, inclined to suffer
workly tougher rights
of man the swordmanship can unlike a post
defend and toast a while of want the sork be trumply
finder way and metal hay awake

leftingrawlingigtornitarian

complicated complication theological endeavor
---space travel
The Good Ship "Her Majesty"
the mountains inherit the rivers inherit the snow
inherit dominion inherent you know

my name what time your roommate zooing?
everything hot or cold so out of buildings
not all virtuous to seeking your own ends

maybe create something new that is fucked

coherently sage and sagever working
out the spliff abiding anyone else

day goes down and the family does very well
but they destroy each other

all that is a dog

Maybe what's worth good is everything were that was before
Seeing as levitatory passes run yields is molasses
Hurrying upup and leaving enoughlington fersher
Is better for if ever but, pronounce the king in deed & smut
Hurry back, up, what's worthwhilemanshipness
erodes
        s
      s
turpentine, the sweet divine
reason builds bridges
but a bridge is not enough
the inadmissibility of personal experience.. rough & spotty
the oldest policy, which is felt, offers no public explanation
that is comfortable, I guess,
but comfort is one of many goals, like truth,
and I guess

serpentinely all inside me wishing will-for
under sunder lakes of thunder

worrying the world is all inside a little girl
work and play drugged all day

picking evers from the field
flowers only questions feel

a lack, a lack of understanding
a poe, a fae, uncomprehending

all that is a dog is "what?"