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         Y(e)S(!)    [...]& READ ALL ABOUT IT

help organize tea
                          pick the dead skin
                                                       arrange the library by spine by heart
                                                                                                                               and love you.

GIF Dreams (Sidney's Ma)

I am surprise by every breath released
sucked in caught back up taken in
up and away: the white chalk splashed
explodes euphoric as you GIF me

to sleep, fair unfoul. I am surprise by inauctionable
smiles rowing under the pier to look for sea-ridden lost and found
refusals to dock - out of what? acceptance? fe-
ar? Hoped. I am surprise with every year knows

known lives
what's intestinely
'tween eternal and breath
squealing triggerdly
galaxy bashed out of soil
standing at least six feet tall
shadowlessly, As-Is True.
                                                      (In Fulfillment Of The Scriptures)

un jeune albatros trouve le courage et l'amour de propager ses ailes (merci, charles et samantha)

But man oh man, I feel like you've gone and put more kindling atop heart's

glowing diasapora vast embers, stoking fire into matching shadows for once. Warm
tears streamed down my face calmly draining off chin, depositing 'neath t-shirt 

covered collarbone filling clavicle's basin, placidly accumulating on top lip's

pooled salty exultations from river into lake into ocean undammed falling 

gentle deafened onto tongue igniting the revelation of connection of feeling
like I know someone or something a little more, that we are one cloud closer to one
another than we thought possible, and, sometimes, can hear each other plainly 

speak in silent meditative resting our beat for beat rise and fall tasting all of tears'

despair and howling laughter, all while seeing in technicolor, too.

Excerpt from a Story I'll Never Write (I)

"The Alamo is a nice time and place I hear. My brother demo'd a time-share out and back there. Said it was a real trip. A good fucking sim. He even got to keep the coonskin."

Giants (All)

Trails leading away from when we knew

people almost. We were giants all blood

and flesh and trust.

I never wanted to wander through

too many hallways until I trudged

into too much need and must

turned over 

and clicked and clicked and clicked

and clicked and clicked and clicked

and roared

the engine wild steered off gravel

the hood smashed open the throw 

pillow down feathers scattered 

only everywhere.

I see you everywhere in the stars.

Trust and flesh and blood giants
all we were people we knew from trails

leading away and here, too.

the world's
                 smallest margin for error
      requires
                 a new god's surgical amnesia.

distances (cloying)

                     how?                                                        

                                                            

         can you so

misunderstand me.how

        can't you s

                (!)
            

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e                            me?

everything else is in the air

te                                                                                                                                                              ll
m                                                                                                                                                              e
wh                                                                                                                                                           at
y                                                                              o                                                                               u
kn                                                                            o                                                                              w


i                                                                               '                                                                               m
go                                                                            i                                                                              ng
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d                                                                              i                                                                                e

every                                                                                                                                                  thing
el                                                                                                                                                             se
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i                                                                                                                                                                n
t                                                                              h                                                                                e




                                                                              

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everything else is in the air

ground hog daydream (wetting the bed)

              I

sometimes

                (most recently, thirteen seconds ago),

i feel compelled to delete, wipe completely clean this blog's 199 published posts and 416 drafts

                (but this seems like suicide)

sometimes

                (most recently, seven seconds ago)

i frantic and churn pre-apocalyptic dread into drained pitch-white, clenched-grip scrawling transcriptions

                (and this feels like exiting a womb only to look over my shoulder)

             II

                 i checked google mail ten times and

                 i checked facebook six times in

                 the forty-seven minutes be-

                 tween start and complete of the

                 fore(and on)going poem.

                 i also learned the tyrannosaurus

                 rex jaw size (up to four feet), the

                 reason honeybees die when they sting (pride),

                 how the seasons change on neptune (every

                 forty years),  the truth about the breast orgasm (it's true

                 for some breasts), and rosario dawson's height (5'8") 

                 and upcoming releases (too few).
                                                a ground hog day would be a miracle

            III
where do you go when you silent past?

my shoes are always untied and track mud

on the rug. i shuffle loudly, too. 

i am frigid when you are scalding.i freeze while you scald.

i am dreaming while are needing.i dream while you need.

i am needing while you are blanking.i need as you blank.

i am scalding while you are frigid. i scald as you freeze.

            IV

        dollop          -fetch

        dollop                    -fetch

        dollop                             -no. stop. 

the internet wants to date you (maybe) (probably not)

hi, i am the internet. i am interested in dating you.

Existential Option Trading (The Importance of Being Ironic) (Part Two, The Blimp)

Existential Option Trading (The Importance of Being Ironic)

ONE
(Un)fortunately you (I) can('t) choose who (what) you (I) dream (fear).


TWO
I want to use 'I' powerfully
antiglacially, snap-just-like-that
quick and in stride.


THREE
I can't find an antonym for 'choose'.

Il n'y a pas de hors-choix.

Dreaming we've walked grocery
store aisles stalking
perfect cereal. Then: Which aisle 
for toothbrushes? And does soy
milk's cream perfectly 
complement Lucky Charm's
marshmallow? The man pointed but
didn't know what your smile telegraphed
into the pillow later that morning right before I picked
Total out of sky and into bowl.
--
The secret isn't a secret un-
til after midnight's pumpkin hour
when my etched back sits
setting into the range your nails laid,
forcing unknown unknowns' hand
delivering the knowledge of questions.
--
I have stood in my bathroom under
examining bright light, back toward
the mirror, neck craned twisted avenging
loss through understanding
the intent of your topology. How
can we move peak-to-peak - and did
you pack the leather bomber?

por supuesto, la puta vida

dams don't have honest divinity.



The flood always comes.


The gods hear not, think


not and only uncunningly will

[ . . . . ] 

undead, too: the 
pantheon will survive us all. 

(Godliness next to 

nothingness.)

+ One Hundred Two Days, Twelve Hours, Forty-Five Minutes, Six Seconds

" . . . "

"I said that, yeah."

[ . . . . ]

 "I do live                      

        even tri=  

=umphant, pearly dreams 

half-awake."               

[ . . . ]

forest groves, the city, the sidewalk, 

sideways glances, cracks, slivers, crevices, mud brown, 

pitch black, chaste white, hand-

conducted words, conjured memories, maps, unrequited love, 

shrill hissing, requited love, hot pissing, heroes 

furrowing into cowards, cowards sweating into heroes, communication 

chasms, aladdin, thom yorke, mozart, simba and nala, apocalyptic 

v. gradual change, amor fati, foraging, rummaging, 

looking underneath, satchels, 

heraclitus, 

orange peels, 

red rover, 

the river styx, 

conflict->tension->rupture->flux->transcendence, 

leap frog, dirty clothes, naked sky,  spackled idols, sticky buds

[old] 2012.05.30

there's more in the shed

jus ask the girl at the counter

bring her empty cartridge box 

she'll pull it from back

microfiche

vhs

laserdisc

floppy disk 

whatever you want

just make it dusty

Elegy for 'Warm'

I cherish every
word you give
me though
you give me not but a few, and
it's not the void,
the sparse, the lacking, the...

   that brings me back and back under
   tornadoed, pinched-off knees
   weak through to plasm tenuous as
   you shyly try to outcheshire the missing-out-
   on-you-world but as a fool's fool I am unfoolable.

I've downloaded
the automatic refresher, and
purchased a yottabyte
hard drive so I might
divine genesis, gestation, birth: the
bell ringing your heart's hand-

   maidens, and at what hour, what
   angle of sunlight, I can see through
   foreboding uncertainty,
   through Beam courage holding
   belief's straggling hand giving

us Heart we
just dug: letting the
cat out of your eyelash,
ringing the mys-
tery out of your skin,
airing into being a stranger I
  
    know, whom
    you carry in maze
    goddesses enw(/t)ombed;
    I pray you know-- to
    gods divined wholly

in spirit, effigy, tribute, idolatry, through
saccharine lonely-fired castles
--that you might meet you, and we
might smile so big our
waxing, saltypink faces break off in-
to eternal combustion engine bread.

But this is myth:

   ROYGBIV to pitch-white;

   Lies under flashlight
   hurt worse than sunbright
   conspiring.

   Losingfull loneliness
   enlarges the heart in-
   to authoritarian delusion.

   Heart
   subsumes every. Heart colors
   Heart into blank. Warm does
   not feel Cold. (Warm is
   gullible)

on smiling (the de- and re-constructive act of honestly taking account of the cheese, the cliche, the tragically trite)

Harsh warm morning light

          

Creaking new house sounds

    Opening patio door

    Looking into vast plat;

The creek trickles softly in détente,

cleanly over stoic bedrock agefull.

i

His cheek's

a bit pocked. Smile peeks 

out behind red lips, 

life reveling 

ribs weary from 

rescusitation

exposed to flaccid 

pummeling broken 

into unevent. But here parting lips

calendar Holiday's arrival.

ii

Smiles are

tributaries rushing through forest,

trenching a new path toward

quenching scorched choking sediment

yearning memory aching to transcend 

sentiment.


iii

Smile 

plats heart's blueprint. Smiles

travel time, rupturing

past; 

Smile canvasses

future, bridges presents.

resting heartbeat (an end until another beginning)

and then all of a sudden
the sun shone brilliantly
upon the unfurled green pistil

and anxious pitterpatter
became ambling pit-pat