from The Cables Set, The Light
- I have no frames for you but the room is ready
plain curtains addicted to the ceiling light for fun
for afternoon card table instinct to go with
the arm and eyes software
grab me and undo my sister
arms and eyes in the lean cellar and a slit in the cement I breathe
growing hairs for the historian for upgrade forcing the historian
to a do-it-yourself lease to inhabit profit
the overhang of its rule
re-piping for love
between us a correction sign
please don't leave the linoleum convenience of revenge - don't
the linoleum sliver of moon seeking a shape just because
the unseen portion weighs
contamination
please call the manager (cold) for where it pulls the hollow
like a priest or mule severed from its kind I need glue
flashlight glue toilet paper and good scotch
for the daily hempen hit and crushed
cactus in my knees grooming
the plaza bible church
the town keeps quiet
summer's pressed wheat
non-manipulated
Remember Lord and have mercy/
Lord have mercy
whereas the icon in my pocket randomly labels desire
don't leave as when I at 26 at 41
fine the everlasting
past coursing the wish for womb
we lost the dream cast for
stones hanging the sky
pearl
let's render it for ogled fingers (too crazy a thought)
cramping our joints sunset to sunrise (moon)
our bellies blanched from roiling
about what to beg for
when legend is handbook to a tall dark bookcase
in the corner thrift store decos guarding
the instrument irrelevant
it rules its own house past coursing for womb har!
its attitude indicator pilfered from a wonk's
debugging the clock we crafted then
the notches now let's not move
let's only watch the hands
doddering
you need Jesus #1 /carpools only
grand avenue/ paper plastic
har! har!
blood I produced but could not bid I know
does not run the rule of the box/ install
install/shoot where only dust is Lord
remember and have mercy Lord
mercy down me for what you're left with
a cookie cutter's hands bathing
our story red and suburbia
red for songs protocol
paper plastic leather
later
- would you do anything against your nature just to please me?
- but I have a basically pleasant nature
you rule your own house
in sweat polished by the rain in this coop a neighborhood
rusted past light at pinpoint there the one in orange
my hope under the eaves logged for some one
room lodge the frame the whole world
white
through a gate I bump up each cabin stair past one armed folks
splitting logs on the old tree stump treated at the base
my things divided flat - no restraint
knees bent in the bushes
mites wind - no wind - -
cuts god!
who would live in these woods the color of ground??
- you are nice when you're away then you come home and it's hell
- people are different in public is different from private
a view sky and pavement spin some lifetime ding
like pocket money opposing the sun’s requisite
look at the two chairs by the kitchen counter stopped for color
add the conclusion dust freely the bit of sound and then
another candles-plates-wine or candles-wine or just
candles and a public throat
there must be a public throat for the constriction
behind the elongation on the white wall
facing the super-agency
- but art can be public or private
a radio rattles the announcer sometimes hoisting
Frost's one luminary clock against the sky
trees veiled with mosquitoes
out of water dizzy
between us a correction sign
labored for sign
tell me of the possibilities of love -- not love -- how
they spill a day's museum story how they growl
story after story dressed by motive or result
in classrooms in corridors
the controls operators know
they have built for themselves a museum
they’re also the curators
- but art can be public or private
- having given the self away completely
so the good god and the snake god made me weighing mixing
22 stoicheia as if finally vacuum has been dealt with
lips turned like a pair of ticket stubs
life in my pocket refluxed
encounter with beauty
a carnival
and I bong blower cold cash on my mind proper
dispersing slowly putating the leisure to be
seen and noticed
- so the good god and the snake god made you weighing mixing
22 stoicheia as if --
we talk till morning beside us one cabbage two onions mushroom celery
squash on the kitchen counter not in that order but close no sauces the
crunch the grind is enough I've done a good job cleaning the counter-
tops now I must be silly on the old piano to show talent after all they'll
allow me this no cooking no hoarding olives happening - green and later
black for djift-bread - have you had djift-bread? - it discharges routine
every time you swallow the djift-ed olives
between us a correction sign
I prop my feet - god is like this I say - and it dafts me
ave solemnis a lump here a lump there
the mercy seat in-between
an unsuspected rain heads south in a box of questions
tell me of the possibilities of love -- not love
ave outside the billboards and they
the trouble with endings
I have not thanked them yet because I take them in still
like an accordion in the hands of a village lad
and it dafts me
the communal the individual
above the animal level ave I rehearse a tellurian beyond
having served the reversible's right side and left side
think of the job ahead the floaters the singsong for
the invisible side dimmer and dimmer
the wrestling is over
they excuse the natural as final evidence of ties to home
to the ruled page - count divided - two apostrophes
an arrowmaker's moment still blue
still American
what would become of me when a train cancels my loneliness?
there must be a chorus on the road as it turns to bland prestige
big-hearted d-cellophane the heartland protecting l-cellophane
in the pattern of roses a little slower than me
- no prompt dazzle - just irresistible red
burning before it expels a never
a mere taste of tomorrow patterned after a knot in second position
an I tilted by its dot one dot two then sharp the dot refracting
mercy inclines 2 2 2 2 2 the industrial taste of angels
suddenly bewitching
the momentum skips the hour returned to me colubrine
out there the breeze and nothing to do but walk
towards just cause red the menu once more
westerly
seduced already
the day was an accident before the recording of it
the queen of blacks is ivory black
diaspora has spread
god = point
and there's a common god out there
mercy inclines
an allowed void expansive and criminally phallic
a stolen concession stand maintenance prone
a singular jaw the speech raving
its repetition at my feet
the flesh day by day
a parasecular rot
- so why the gestures??
- the stakes are too high
and I full of mascara flair my neck swaying (you must live
your death) needles retaining the parts allude allude
beyond the pale suspect of vinyl clouds
vanishing a brave horse and I
the transmission rented
- so why the gestures
- we will make this our gossip
the traveler and the day traveled snip to the country's pound
wandering by a straight tooth and cup and a neutral box
trimmed for heart the late recognition
no - I don't want to be that -
are you all right?
alright -
what would become of me when a train cancels
my loneliness over the aisle for should I??
that's how they made me on the 6th I named all
on the 7th I laid with myself for 2 4 6 106
and I've had no day since then
still the communal individual is naming the hum
while the male bee waits to be crowned
I have not thanked them yet because I take them in still
a bull's ti bot taek into the snap decision for star
now sallow now night the speaker/dreamer
and not this and not that clattering
the scar is unusual
- spear forward/swing here pull back/ the postponement
- why the gestures?
- if it weren't for morning I'd stand as more of a life than the lie
I'm dying in
what country is this what year we're living for
the weak give unreservedly to the strong
dying for another pick another history
the consensus of fist and hair
room temperature
let's fish up the mania
there is a crack in the family bible
signs from the denaturing redolent
don't get involved says my social body scaffolder we enter
museums one at a time to win - dot dot dot it was
the ancien regime a dot screaming its leisure
in a rush propping the rain (horses) the dead as dear
and nothing balances this subsiding this
corresponding the blame meanwhile
horsing an hour's listening
what I really need say
a steadied -ness
for late for –
put yourself directly in line with the letters - cool
- rush - red - bullet red - not that either –
behind each cross without a hill
drop off blindfold the tongues
as they’d raised yesterdays
lift a single head forever
referring to its otherwise lowered thinking of the low low
do you understand my English even though English is
not second language to me - sorry to disappoint
the letters the banner sliding the angles
slicing the mind for beat menu
the lure of its gossip outlines a highly cued social gesture
a final ‘pin the donkey's tail’ (invisible?) for successful
theater transgressions Nietzsche
no crosses without
being named
- why menu then?
trauma of nature provides
- something is wrong with the lever
the more I uncoil the thicker around me the birds
between the uncoiling the crack uneven dogma
the little boy's eyes cracking light
grossly constantly
the schooler's mind only parts of that predicting factorial
what we say to each other because of this dispense
the taxonomy of every bite later dispensed eye
locating how we das ist zu massiv
dictated the heart
the oppressor tall young willing to shift
as emeth becomes meth
the verb the eyes
aleph erased
- why maintain beat then?
because you and I spring again the planets willing fragments of desire
season to season but not quite for the lesser the desire
the firmer the commit to break away slowly
from the disappearing
title girl not yet in the text
all that is us now though uncivil how ruby locked
the woods how beaten and bent the lake
the address of the lake
a garrulous canvas dictates the managed cracks (manage)
womb – managed counterpoint - the unfurling patterns
what I mean what song is common lot - be it lively
hazy kitten blinking at the sky for a 21st wind
count below some lost icon
withering a legal back
dots to lift the half issue chained to our pack of hierarchies
color - shape - clarity - the confrontation
in an old car by the park
trauma of dismembered s/p/d belts
do it enough but on a map lit again and again
Adam reduced to a negative railing for
the benefit of mmmmmmnight
keep the shirt down
something is wrong with the lever
- ora et labora transgresses Lord!
- why maintain beat then?
couched in an estimate the missing functions certainly
the ode (save it hide it) a lobster's wonderlust?
in good time the question strophed an embrace
an image followed the loss of a safer idea
like a hapless coloratura
part damned
part Matissean
menu\ virgin\ son or daughter to the blind
the transparency a cane and tricks
godless
deeper in menu the character of the word begging menu
shifting for further signifying of m---- on either side
the skies so letter quality still none telling much
this hour of clown with no social position
raking the streets' duende
the color white the filling (tear) that's why we that's why
when we wish to die we pierce the illusion of fit
the transparency breeds
trauma of dream
of nature of Nietzsche
dream of Nietzsche
(title girl not yet in the text)
what soggy wit culled from such angel please malgre lui
we have to do her over so she looks sequenced
un grand avorté we cannot give thanks to
it's too much to give
day follows day foppish understand - my outlines watching
me earn my dowry then lose it - dad says how is mom
says your brother doesn't want you around
you give him ideas
Traumeri the deletions
I will not look for my ancestors’
table salt no more.
