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(after Anselm Berrigan)
I’m sun blind.
I wake up to green things on my face & echolocate myself in the world by smelling my armpits.
The arctic swells with grief.
My gut distressed like a morning hymn
A whole past shrunk into a tooth’s filling
The swirl on the shell’s covering elides her
Bottom line is breakneck sorrow flipping outdated directory
Some sentences require. Finality. But the braggadocio of other. Sentences.
Bravado as racist gradient
As is hysteria for women the downward spiral of bitter cock
Is it in or is it on or is it at or is it upon it about it for is it? For?
How to build emphasis in the idea-form knob?
For flourishing in visual slant out of poverty.
To be deprived of [fill in the blank]. Exercise probing self.
(I love dirt).
Should the . be inside or outside of the ( ) I don;t give a ^
Bazaar trinket on blue thigh, book of hymns spellchecking marvel
I dreamt of colossal caramel bunnies & woke up in a fright
Psoriasis isn’t contagious, beamer. Some people work around the belt
Does number develop upon number? Is 3 a variation of 4?
One thing about hopeful elastic
its bend swings like a pendulum
of furies, disheveled witches
Heroin for heroines, or cold opium self, Coleridge
Foxtrot in her elm arming flow consciousness
(Equals love) For how much is never enough
I pick myself with the left hand whisking you were right
Delicate flings of her tongue to cotton candy (obviously dreaming)
Fangled like chalk in desert air plying parched tongue’s acculturation: thus finding nude
So close to vibration inside shopping bag (withering tulips onto tears)
Filipe III of Spain, II of Portugal
For re-deny nation. Again: patriotism is patriotic.
A generic sense of inconclusive inclusiveness retreats.
Inside cardboard box finding genetic clairvoyance in old stamp collection
Twine your lovely hair (like in that picture)
Packing claws behind the fence to keep the fierce insight
The LAW of the LAND: LOVE FOR ALL AMERICANS!!!!
Grease following powered hair enlace…
Masking has copyrights in 2017
™: destroy anything that moves:
I believe America believes in itself
Penal colony of enslaved squirrel labor
The fatten love of youth starved to fit pant size, or rather having the jitters for being caught bear-baiting the sardonic
I find myself enamored by you cave bat with your uncompromising upside-down-ness
If it weren’t for the steam slipping out (a rare phenomenon of condensation), they wouldn’t have found these caves (#futuresuicide)
Lemons, lemon peel, sweet potatoes (as if touching pearls) and avoiding mirrors especially in the postpartum belly
Behind the drapes still Tertullian, masked, surrounded by red grapes, red marrow
The seeds of cholera flow in the breeze. The bread goes stale. The milk goes off.
Press #1 if you know the last digits of your grave. For Spanish press #silence
I spoke with head on bucket of water to drown my words
Speech impediment exists foremost in the mind when I start gagging after myself in the reminiscent mode of my father
A disease, a defect of the mind, waving flags in fourth of July
Define proficiency? In what language do you dream?
My alone fear posing finesse dump coroner, when falling back
Dialogue is in sol maggiore, but she senses minor doppelganger lurk
Those bouquets bled ivory & smelled of rusty bells
It was all a dream then I began to sweat
Because when I remember I’m glad the present is unreal
Rustic in full compliance with star formations. Or trans-filial twinge
Decimating self-conditioned liquor, my inability to change channels haunts me
You sit in your charisma without the glamor of youth
In Earth’s disguised unicorns—rhinoceros—a manual of deaths in daily news
Although fearful of dark waters, the soothing notion of looking against reflection.
“In the beginning, Words fled the World. Then the World recoiled within dust for Words were singeing.”
A swarm of locusts trumps peace-keeping troops against contralto voiced bombs
“Then a lyre began to swell in fringed blindness.”
I am never the person I used to be. Yet in the interim become someone else altogether.
Shunning local orientation means spitting on bullet-ridden traffic signs & trading adventure for the potbelly electric chair
She told me of the sickly imagination to arrive at minimal notion of body-mind coalition.
The “self” in refraction, a tattoo hacking off the message
We will defend you & your oppressor for a modest sum of [fill in the blank].
“The Word laid down on the infinitesimal second after sunset.”
Racists come in all shades of white, for example, one’s drunk or not so drunk family member.
Somalia where flowers bloom in sand
Press #1) if you know your right to live/ for medical checkup go die in your country.
A small titillating sponge to clean off heavy murk
This edible mollusk has got me thinking about color and breath again.
[…] #the tiny tap of life
Because a reptile isn’t a plant, but obtains a similar stillness (also of rocks and mountains), it will be our witness
Genetic memory of having been your lover equals genetic memory of having been a shoot in a tree—
a coded intermingling of mucus.
Mud choking the sapling
[…] hydrological isolation, a sprout, a bear
Write your representative today [insert prefab message here]
The tomato blooms. The weed withers.
Vacillation strums spider’s web in early snow
The slumber of yellow-jackets and paper-wasps droning infinity
First fire, then flood, then earthquake, then crow
Telegram in the eye of the storm
I will eat from our garden of stones
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