blah but not but blocked

undisciplined undernourished unimpressively understated canned rams cram into the estate room take swoons under speed dials scent loons with descrete vowels limping lividly into obscurity, self propositioned and advancing. Dance! Dance! the night away take trays sift selves into sieves seize upon capital castrate the castrical satiric sun scaffolds straining to feel its heat rise like sheep asleep creeping into canals. banal. TWENTY-SIX OCTOBER TWO-THOUSAND-TWELVE

pretext of reset

hyperventilation as ventilation rains frigid fluids frequent night stands at a riot blazing cities sky scrapes against mind grating pavement with rage meant towards sedation ward off the ever clearness rigid crystal lens reflecting cleverness prismatic split and dissipated pointed in the less direction down trodden by gravity and anxiety gripped by piety and promise pretense dropped off punted socks off and sat alone one leg at a time. glaring gripes scalded hot too plots toward graph points slice and suffice stutter across the finish line faint and fade. freak framed in formaldehyde dyed dread and rang from the inside pins glide too shy to try taking points from a cushioned push in hushed sin scent sans fin shins bleed blood greed doves pink and fluffed puffed chest breast dipped glove leather ransom rancid ran it too transit shoes canned dead soup planned shed food free feast fee fried felt fell feet feist saints steal sometimes too troubadour troop scooped too train station door sanitation trace amounts clawed out raw shout sing to the lady bawled out crawl out cranky heavy lids on trunks of lash and thin placate the placement prayed phased face basement LET ME OUT go south foul spouse tepid bowels painted pouts begin the recollection snow shelved in chain grout smooth smear out trout pancake patrol petition for penance craning to raise below the ceiling pieced off pretending pleased not repenting bees cough sweet sickened treats.
FOURTEEN JULY TWO-THOUSAND-TWELVE

Counting Chocolate Crates [AKA] {SUBMARINERESPONSE}

Crossing beams streams time into focus (rack pull) creep out pixels bleed too much run to brown glow any way. Harold the face felt like felt fleeting, pelt waste pulled over the top too, canned glue used without grace, christened against the lake (moon face fading), frequent the stops, reach tops ended and planned placed parental tracks into the dirt (press hard) child called often in the throat. Reach outward bound and caressed. Silent lips press against charred carbon (dust sprinkled) smeared into flesh (pressed) smirking twilit candle eyes (double dipped in positive). Play onwards in the sands rolled to green, crank sounds plentiful; dance without fragrance. And instructive tentative (destruction glistened). Listen to the swallow, lumps (pressing) strained. Rigid mortuary colden sun: emboldened folds (empty bottle) felt firm. Smooth out the iron and take the harder port. Pretending patience for beauty (bent on bending) betraying indentures denting renders dance daily on fiercer fibers than weaved for skin.


NINETEEN APRIL TWO-THOUSAND-TWELVE

Candle canned old:

Capitulated pigeons press heaving breasts against the fryer, deeper and deeper into the sightline held captive by retreat. Dancing in the streets strays far from the other side, taken down and combined. Seeps through the water works, works water through the harder stone first, second known element all sown in straw, rich saws cut less trees planted deep, still steeping for keeps. Streets paved themselves without healing directions, cantor crammed cans is the only place home. Blue bottles contained only smoke, broke in the gut, bled soot, stooped too low, and got caught. Hands off. Tandem sights rang twice, opened light holes in the floor. Let in the roof. Let out the flood. Can't keep it entombed for the life of me. Chilled on ice dipped in visions; sweaters laced with cantaloupe, pressed firm against the felt, spilt: soft fuzzy juice down your throat. Split sideways from the direction one of us was facing. No contest. The handle gripped the hand old man hands handed over the sands (many grains grown small with time, broken down soft glass) shattered like neighbors in the night, still young with all omissions.


THREE APRIL TWO-THOUSAND-TWELVE

roads and bats

Hats off, holistic trough, dug deeply, well intoned.
Grapple cloth, flow neatly, plugged undone, soon to comb.
Contain, resonate, silver scented, drab on drain.
Shirked smock, satined drop, sand and own, and open mane.

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Absolute emission rescinds chasing chasms, screams at mountains, paints peaks to stand on and cranes to see. Winding road, dark stones, trip trees with fine marble, ships to see them grow. Shivering in the leaves taking sober piss-in-the-dark pictures. Talking trips skin (on nobody's nos). Shunted and stained steal candy from the liver, soaking in time crust baked in. Stand on the rocks and glisten in the moonlight ripples. Still disturbing the perfect black. Can't grab it, take it backwards (sand on the rocks) stand harbor shaking in the sheets; bands break steam sags heat melt skin drips trips sacks backward: stands on the rocks.

Disgruntled and digested, relived with intention, canned on the 'ssumption: Stable Superstition. Supervision raked boughs, scraped house letters left open read undone the dome donned dead. Crept inward and skins, stinging none, prick by prick, sober-piss, stiff hustle chip.

Canteen canteen canteen. Sidewinded by the sidecar wine harder. And blow. Set at the seams. Break open berserker. Be free. Be free.

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FOURTEEN MARCH TWO-THOUSAND-TWELVE 

because i can

Apes ate the laced cake, spent haste on a waste plate. Capes shake in the base state but crumble in the dryer.

Tinker tots sat eight (or bots,) could say their slots were paid in lots, but preyed in tops, scotch notched on the hops, and sprayed in shots to the crop lock stock.

Falling to a fall zone, it cripples crates of wooden stones, stray far from edges orange; homes seek shelter in the pelted moans.

Been a drill and drilled in tents, shaded lovers razed in hints, splint stints tint mints stick a bone and rent for bents. Can't say you didn't cause, you ended up in them, cant pray your phony cause, you strayed in crime to spend. Take the dime and fend for your own two teeth. Rake inside the lines and your core leaks leech. Take the sign and home becomes the way to fight your feed. Reach dome to fade the weeds, seek tone scrape the sea, take the wake and bake into, the prone the way to see. Cantor, and camped in, the shone begins to sleet. The foam begins to creep, the chrome begins to bleed. Reach in and reach out your only fingers' bleeding. Consequences reeling. Discography steeling. Intoxicating squealing. Reaching and retching like the oldest squirrel screeching. 

Hands on pants off sand saddened dance toss (and its lens all aught).

TWENTY-NINE FEBRUARY TWO-THOUSAND-NINE

yes.

river river river water. knee deep into the water. thighs wet dripping gold. into the scene. close your eyes: roulette.

TWENTY-FIVE TWO-THOUSAND-TWELWE  FEB

Articles

Forever blossoming, the wind bristles leaves of intent shaking the sky. Stagnation set in the soil leaks all around the forest until the trees freeze into the sand ready to harden in the sun. Lap it all up sandman; the ice age is coming; get on your ships and glide. Gravitation persuades and obey. Come closer. Try again. The soil stinks and is rotting. Fingerdeep into the earth and feeling the decay the hand closes. Dragging calloused palms across brittle tree bark the skin falls off in the wake piling with the rest of the sediment underfoot (tender feed for the organisms of disintegration). One. Two. Three. Four. Five. And some blood falls too. Open up the wound; let it breathe in the soggy air. Hollow trunk scared inside of itself. There must be some insect shells laying in the dirt. The sap covered fur of a small beast strewn. Piece full peace persists by bits into the undergrowth. Untrodden and forgotten, kept going; yellower in the sunset. Saws and tries keep dying unannounced, and tension dissolves like a rubber band. Open your goddamn palm! Antithesis. And climax. Wretched snow. Wet hands drag trails in the dust. Trained for incense. Sliced thin for wider distribution and errors. The light shines in cylinders hinting at beauty. And distressed by the possibilities of punctuation. Intent. And scrawny runt.



TWENTY-THREE FEBRUARY TWO-THOUSAND-TWELVE

Away off protecting produce

fresh meats mince nicely on a cardboard floor squeeze the runoff plants sanded to glisten rescind vacation motif combine collapse and point handles pretend to polish sausage grinder to a finer dust than inhalation allowed for (concave the contour!) cranberry sauce. Scoop the loop shoe polish tried off to return the favor the mandolin was strangled and left in the artificial wind tunneling back into salvation wincing and crates candidly iced with creamed reaches tandem to transitions stapled and handed ad hoc bandaged dustbin crystalline antifreeze cancer line. Canned tuna enough for tuned up scooped trucks into lunch bags crumple hands dance dance linearly lent ears savings banded transit hooded pandit tan coon stand noon beams gathered in baskets. Distribution the downfall of the era. Rinds scraped white and pristine candid and sweet trampled land soon sand dune streams runs wild and creek. The err of an era discward and lists.


TWENTY-ONE FEBRUARY TWO-THOUSAND-TWELVE

blaaaaaaaaaagh

testosterone stones sink arteries holding strings puppets dance on magazine reflections reloaded and plastered in paris pressing harder against the imaginary air it tears fairly fierce frigid fleets sleets snow down too feathers plush and push and grab and the last thing desired was the only thing received refill the bottle perceived the toggle back and forth (a farce) farsighted beyond seeing the present parcels detached and missing resent trailing comets dust falls down in space only if youre looking up.

ELEVEN FEBRUARY TWO-THOUSAND-TWELVE

figgy pudding pushing twenty {JUSTANOTHERSHITTYDRUNKENLULABYATSEVENINTHEAM}

tuscalosa tossed in transit lift the anchor scrambled hands hit harder than the anti band ship wagons left the railroad grand trip desert dry and rigid skin softer than the softer than holding hard and still pretends that other side will still begin with water water water drops and drips and drips and drips and stops and bottle bottle runs and tops itself in hopes of non forgot and forfeit fallings logs and crops and driftwood stuck in chimney tops and breezes burnt about the bread and smashing shelters shelled in red and dipped in digs and dreamt in platinum crept in crazy crafting classes scream at eagles stealing statues feeding feeble feet that rattle burn your face into the cattle scrape the hair and screen fed shadow still the lantern lights the platter and plates the place instead of castles.


TEN FEBRUARY TWO-THOUSAND-TWELVE

shin splints shaded blue

serpentine luxury tests plural and septic skids roads and corn open love boat heart shaped pliers pull restless  tankards of tradition discounted ninety nine free fine fee. stand in line thanks the otter played hard but wet in the water forks stream river boat again stuck in the mud rut edy steam powered pinacle place forward press return rented and resigned but reigned for a while. seize the seas salted beaches candid canes sweeten manageable manes minty fresh prints reside in town meat factory sound off ricochet set concrete brick brake fast aiding estuary priceless remorse cantaloup canteen screens true london called and created cave. sanskrit karaoke crush a loaf porridge pleasure button dissolve into chemical stain.


ONE FEBRUARY TWO-THOUSAND-TWELVE

the eternal chauffeur

stranded in hot sands hot springs strands of resistance consulted with me consorted with me comforted me plumped and planned the brand by me canned cram jam into walnuts with sheets passengers passed in purse crass and first hand last and thirst hand faster dough slam palm firm foreman manned a drift rocks and island never cried foresight hind rights kind fights dust scars heal with wear and tear its transient fleets of ships crept into inky ink brighter than disease old weights chained in pieces pewter dipped to hide the steel keeps built bricks dripped in meal cornered shorn and sheered transparent amiss intentions a list divisions keep going conventions truncate the crates stand in for listen solitary ear canal planted in an ear drum

FIFTEEN JANUARY TWO-THOUSAND-TWELVE 

wrestlers nights

green sighs sign on the dotted line up against the wall fall down push it around please prick me drained limp arm flat and blue breathe more iron into me sirens scream in my teeth vibrating with verbs resin dripping like laughter stapled to the inside as well as the thigh french braided potato hash cash flow slows to allow the crates upstream pushed by teams of teamsters beaming furs gleaming gleaned too and it shows wet like water gelatinous too and it shows sweat like solder saw dust brushed onto the forehead crusts nail filings rust and bond to my leather heat stroked ego bead throw hollow horror honed on sorrow knocked against the face a bit broken before it shattered paste letters left impressions in the dust saw splatter in the action canteen sand dreams get the grit out my brain chops stop at the crowded row call them up reroute the payment late spent trades it cradle and a blanket cant forget deep spin cycle deep fin dipped in sin dripping grins gripped again hit send tinted rented begin be gin beg in nine catachym sign sweet like water cupfuls of broth salty froth scooped off the wake up cement eyes in the wrong direction steel tithes brittle beaks break saddened sanguine toothache removed shakes savored haste tasting taste buds deface dolls race scraped napes nicks tugs and stuck ruts rot cell gardens cold in blue checks white whites writes the author omnipresent and impassible forces glassicle passed through barred with classical sickle barreled and bartered bent and redotted rotate placed and crape paper softened just cant crinkle like a fly danced and rescaned like an retina



FOURTEEN JANUARY TWO-THOUSAND-TWELVE