justice for endeavor with returns [AKA] {RESPONSETOBURYMYHEARTATWOUNDEDKNEE}

entertaining notions string string on a thread weave tales tall nailed to a head post break boasts insightful dancing on loyalty and spite traced lines in red bleeding earth scars heal in steel and take the stories planning for the present and lusting dripping iron stakes spires spurs plates break too wait and infer in fur trade in for fear tears at the seams seamless without grasping love and hatred agile nationless in a nation placed and pacing sat by the river spoke in everlasting bubble citizens obedience or devotion the dice are thrown and converse at the delusions of intentions understanding as a pretense but mostly entertainment the last menagerie on denatured soil earth of the salt grain but mostly respect but mostly handsomely and silent and for the children and the snow splatters scalps and its reversed always in circles but some circles die and order and paper as an ideal but not without interest standing in hands and strong and dying and strong and fertile waning deny gravity to cleanse with spins as salvation and fortitude lead or hope or truth but mostly the body and cannot stand unseparated records begin at interaction lest negligence test prevalence intertwined and denied staring at blood of glass and even now our flour is bleached. 

THIRTEEN SEPTEMBER TWO-THOUSAND-ELEVEN

staring shards sharing

just because isnt a steward intro segway induce stand alert and balance on the line while ballasts ring thyme pressed tongues bleed squeeze isnt crunch train on to the victims stay awake pupils alive and dancing nothing else the tango tangerine squeeze juice breakfast breaks fast plays trash placed rash prays shaft dazed graph pointillism stretched between potency and potential standing on the edge of greatness and solitude trancelike potion poultice poultry pulled me through the streets slandered on the slant and tandem to the prance like ponies dance still moaning hands trill tongues rounded and pumped while breath inflates their pores leaving ports into the brain squeeze .

not tonight

speakers sound slim jumping the juice all rolled up into a ground pound booth we found the cradle robbed and rocking split with the grain hugging the tooth soothed by the sensous sounds of sedation tuned to the cryptic replies of salvation dribbled and played in the same sides of gray tins shined and lined with steel bands sanding dancing in deserts and feeding your feet treading on dust wind with coarse grainy heat

stretch it grasped and drastic dragged through the last breath of giving up

satin stain knits

dark room dark lights dark eyes dont you know were the only ones left alive blink twice heavy sigh sings cold breath push back and handshake keep at it well survive windows off its time rubber snaps rubber clocks bounce on disappearing floors mopped with dark bubbly shoe shine sparkling in twilights redesigned anteroom candid moments shellacked crystal clear i can do better this time pavement pressed into people shapes standing end on end bundled and laminated press it or pay you cant take that much away without leaving a larger absence on the other end of the supplier maintenance records state chiseled in chisels dipped in glue stuck in squeezed hands squeezing hands two drops from either side together press harder give it up understand me foot shuffles foot its too late too late too late candles go out and bloom sugar spiral slide down to the wick tickle my lungs shaved twice just to make sure use us the money didnt have much to say anyways pens favored might over graphite shot splinters into solid sand reverb danced grains left alone cant escape anyways its time claimed and owned in possession iron clad sinners singed dinners on me tonight fork knife applicable size entertained by hanged wines burst necks bleed red and white green bottles just want you to be happy sassed and teased tassels trees haggle fees to the castle brick by broken brick walls grew high and cried for shelter just take it and go leave it well enough shone through the air vent same spiral split lengthwise crosshatched and picked up his hat to leave hatred double crosses the apple until you take a bite crisp juice tumbles down your chin makes your beard dry sticky

THIRTY JULY TWO-THOUSAND-ELEVEN

sand in the phone

the writer dips his quill into digital ink leaking from his fingertips pricks blood with white feathers writes black letters bound in gold hard copied toffee scented dust of magenta sprays play in the air grasps the conceit and retreats to concept lacking in execution but escapes with his head bound tightly around his face held in place by bits of plaster plastic casted it hardened and kept its shell and the garden smelled of wells digging deeper than grasshoppers dare to dip flip it around and out of the ground pumped the air into the oil filled ocean under the sun push through it breathe deep lungs taste like dynamite sponge soaked in mostly water holds hard to his hand scabbed over by the road block jabbed roses into heels paced the world with feet of flowers red scent crushed under foot but above gravel existing just in between and twist the meat wringing all the heat out leave it cold dries in the shade dead for days but still goes on tied up with string from the butcher packed by the bagger and begged from the dagger took it anyways trite and truffled decadence danced on embers of soot put undone trembling and stocking filled up with rancid claws bent and thawed lying in salt push barrels of it out harold the scout who dared slay about the rivers blue and branching kept in tubes redundant and recurrent and recurring in a nightmare for the dark stallion loud and rounded dents iron with bone and turf sniffs whole reasons every turn caves prancing to the fence princely and calm head bows ears cut with calligraphy pressed on paper and mailed to melt whithers blows pelted by pelts felt good without felt the raw shell tipped its hinge automatic reload and tragic scattered danced with matter grasping at her and clapped at laughter


TWENTY-EIGHT JULY TWO-THOUSAND-ELEVEN

scatter clots

the painter throws stones strung in spiderwebs lands in cobs suspended over a lake of black moon dissolving in blacker ripples plunge deep into the cool emerge lacking light strike a match lick flames with your tongue hug trains with your arms scraping the tracks pulling gravel along in a red basket handkerchief filled with dust smacked against the road leaving breadcrumbs and knives smear the world in black and white corners frayed ripped at the seams pressed flat and held when should have waited for something more the choir sang hope shone in their teeth as they chewed their words spiting the juices into the air chandelier tears burned holes in the night burst into day needles threaded holes through day pulled and ripped holes back through the darkness and pulled it tight reached out into the thread wrapped arms in arms and wanted less and was given green buckets filled to the lid dipped in a brush like candy coated the rotting log like candy and painted stripes onto it too peeled them back one by one and poured pellets into the socket compressed and pressed out the best raced and nests fell from the sky or the leaves trees cried before they bleed hold a pocket out catch its seeds soaked in soot sent back from the garden leave it all behind wrapped in swaddling memories wandering serenity scenery change steel steel steel tongue cold and running  but still broken melt and soder sober sadder saddles lead the way out of town back to the flower holds the rain in its cup broken butter battered better burst bust and bread setter leapt from the fire house webs spreader heads shelter rubber button bounced redder pressed silver kissed hilts of whisks and trinkets overlayed and overpaid on the lawn candy coated coaxed in rooters rudders steer the whistle blow harder pretty pony gallop fast the magic hack laid out like a picture and as pretty as kissed and hiltered hindered by hints all spent and given up like ghosts


TWENTY-SEVEN JULY TWO-THOUSAND-ELEVEN

granite janice

the baker takes dates baked in bass hates the way the sunlight plays on his eyelids dust at dawn white lungs bake in heat and moisture atypical of this time of the year spreading slicing pricing his body piecemeal for meals made of corn and wheat germ torn from the berry held its stalk high in the wind bent like steel golden too but that wasnt his job just took and hooked the paste ground down into a powder pounded like lathe and foaming at the pout dripped sex from whiskers teased mixers mixed with liquors dipped in his fur the oven smelled nice popped like corn dropped like stone topped and born of fire born of wood born of earth lichens likened him to god lay in birth perpetual open womb river flows and pulled forth the desert dosing in the haze lizards lay alike and so they die perplexed at null whole holes filled with their naught at this nautilus not just his bit and spit pricked and preyed played with it till he pulled away pinpoint and concentrate restraint berate and degrade c grade be great a grate lay in the way pulled by seventeen mouths biting each bar chomping at the bit and eating the curds way below the city pinstripes of light lit black tubes covered in air and holding soot seventeen mounts played top but couldnt keep up couldnt creep shut the dumptruck backed into the back lot half locked and half stopped buns spilled forth and trapped got the goat coated in candy left in distress and pressing harder



TWENTY-THREE JULY TWO-THOUSAND-ELEVEN

chain seared on mare to hardened fails

the tailor enters trailing the wellspring stringing along the felt and timber taken from the same animal points attached to lines made of steel stolen from the same absence left in the chamber takes ribbons and shreds soft things dead in rolls warmth clothed and pulled clasps fracture tear the silence and plug it back up again let it fall through your fingers like milk unwound and threaded through the same needle pierced through the stars and sewn through his skin jumped and fell to the air pulled in a million points stripes in the night they fell upon his chest wrapped him in his casket weave in the last bit of dust and the night became invisible the thousandth shadow disappeared without the definition from the source ground into brightness day ate the same meal left offered for the odds against tasting a snapshot a flavor froze in time kept moving and they sang like taste buds baritone strong paired and pruned lawn the fare soon dawned and cushioned ruled and taped placement kept in its place the basement rapped on the shade sand dune nude colored tile the lords discussed the cosmos and the orchids fire dipped and tipped with gild pricked with skill tripped the till into telling the fill filled the dirt with fill earth and the berth was loaded heavy right of the right side sides were seamed and creased pleased the meanest teeth broken against teeth crusted tongues and salted for the journey pulled until the sail filled pulled until the rail bent gulled with gall and thrown us all into repair

TWENTY-ONE JULY TWO-THOUSAND-ELEVEN

canned in cans in heat

the butcher broke bones with metal under skin on top of heart lay still beating with hammers flesh and sanders smoothing out leather seeking out better accommodations laced with placement exams and random realizations based around the theory of connectivity cradling the creature still sticky from the chest wasnt the only niceties extended through the arms grasped with hard hands dried blood under the skin wet red on top of the fingers clinging stayed put and the rings ran through scanned in dimensions distilled with intentions ripped from the cavity and displayed on a platter green with rust sawed and seen dwelling on the minute lined and soot stained brick black grain drip canister silo spent ticked off and on beat quarter notes dine with territories tonight press flat the pride sleeps insomniac ambitions greater stiller kept moving and pulled metal on stone the softer showed and steel shone no sparks just dull thud crack splat with the eye cant mind the gap logistics depend on it flat bed trucking down south mud hutch crunching hits mouth teeth munch mud mud eats jug judge posts bail and sins for the choir halos tied and presses golden circles onto his chest begs and vices turn prices churn butter beer battered basted in cud and never swallows cheeks bulge tongue bold lips drip catch red meat batter spit on toast the knife back spreads the eagle feathers fly pillows breadth in the brink of a crying session fried blessings pry on most lean waters waddled fathers onto the coast lined up at the shore showered with turning pages stapled to the sand branded and burning circle i in the night sky with a star shower surrounding shooting stars at stars surroundings shuddering in the cold and smelting line bridled behind by rounded rind stones thrown far sounded chimes and sent spines down in rivers sucked dry and left out too

SEVENTEEN JULY TWO-THOUSAND-ELEVEN

timberfeet

the dancer arose petals and all burning air with arms gradient flailing to pink clear cold in the middle and pressed for oils dripping into seats from below the constant perpetual and still clothed in skin pressed forward looking for bones pulled back feeling flesh ripped left and right in the moment painful till bliss on a rolling green and tasting freshness salty and neat lines pulled off under tape became straight toes pointed toward dirt soft crumbling and moist like dirt formed into the negative space of the hand and left on top of the mound bound by soundless pressure building in the air a castle to house his beauty break apart the bonds and let the power pour into a cup dip into the well of the senses crease the plans apart and lifted by the retreat of the pants panting into puddles resentment comes swift instincts trusted by insects burst the barrier canes ripped the silence sliced into slices pilled on platters placed into matters out of our affairs blood fell into his legs and left suddenly as the earth fell below his stationary position ninety nine point nine percent above the horizon still the toe pointed south cardinally speaking jays of many colors blew in from the east days with many covers blew in from the east the feast began beggars out in the cold buffaloed by duffles thrown nuzzled over by seeders feet feeding on leather crops in the weather and tops rather spoke than tethered beaten around a pole by a string rubber redder baby cheddar in the spring maybe fed her in a ring rising past the streamers clouds take only breezes as modes mostly public and made out of mostly stubble suspended by tension endless descent all the way torso inflates as a strange way to make air humid and warm but never appreciated and always smiling mostly


FIFTEEN JULY TWO-THOUSAND-ELEVEN

charcoal drippings

the traveler awakens baked into a slice of seventeen pies piled on top of each the dancer the tailor and the whale steps through the title screen into plain view vestigial and unable to comprehend the cohesion adherent to the other side steps a sliding scale slide ruled into infinity rolled into a jelly roll donut full cup of coffee cold cut milk sucked through a straw pouring chocolate into the bottom of a glass clear as a glass steering fast into lanes oncoming off putting shirked and restless itching wheels scratched on asphalt tarmac concrete bars sat still of gold glint thinner tinnier tinier finely purring placed his head in the lap of his cat vibrations tickled both their whiskers cheeky deviled legs sawed off brush handles scrapped the backside of a snare drum hair dumbed down and to the side rack of lamb tandem sand sun samsung sizzling under the grill fat drips like water steam turns the faucet off thematic canned static trickle dagger tickles the trigger stiffer still the traveler reappears pears in hand mostly water soddered to the nail arent free to go to the dancer sitting down but covered in trees white keys in the key in the lock slowly filling with mostly water hot hot leaves and a razor too dull to complete its function the slaves slave crossroads and no road signs signals intentions dust in his eye makes him blink four times in succession railroads leave no tracks the dancer stood up in the caboose touched both walls and was held up by the stairs to the stars starting out on this journey it seemed simple enough hidden behind incidentalism flushed clean and sprinkled with salt lye and spice left to dry and hanged behind the carnival tried to take the tricycle by the hasty barnacle clam shell felled trees float logs soggy boards four by four marched into two boats the size of the world and it broke the black keys filled with mostly air strung notes with mostly caring hands the size OF the world dipped in blue and swaddled in cotton


FOURTEEN JULY TWO-THOUSAND-ELEVEN

this is not the same snail

The wanderer stepped into the darkness and blinked until he saw spots of lights prickling his eyeballs with a furry felt in the morning underneath blindness bent and derided like the rails streaming sinusoidal waves detracting from the pavement chased by stray dogs on leashes tents set up along the road housed hooves and trumpets and beats packed cola by the carton and carried on towards the westward picked up by trailblazers blazing hail followed the sinners and signed on the dotted lines in the snow peppered with rain of the salty sea and bleeding open your hands and breath he whispered blinking twice without stopping to eat the eggs were cooked by now anyhow and poured the boiling water back into the river flowing downhill at a pace that kept up with the stream of diners headed back into diner for dinner spun around on the pin pinned to the dime and left it for the next tip to be passed along between the people who spent them crept up out of the cellar and dented his fender kicked it hard and moved along just because he wanted it there and that didnt make justice ring any truer on the eve of battle herded together like beards in the wind shaking and strong a mask of fur to hide behind the fence staring through the cracks bandana tied streaming summers screaming and spent till depleted crackling and deprived of dignity looking in the mirror the past stood still but the current didnt move alternating direct and sidelong hammering nails into it too left for purification at the hands of time sent upon the moment by the settling into comfortable living and lead into the fraying coat of lessening warmth protected by the promise of desirability and the fading gasoline taxed by uncertainty and wishes nothing anymore but some things still under the table undressed and mouths gaping dancing on the table cloth the moth bent its wings and melted into the wax of the candelabra fizzling as it plopped into gooey ashes wretched returns on its ambitions cymbals crashed leaned to the right and descended towards the hidden clouds paint a picture of it if you really cant stand it and so he took it leaned in past the frame and played with it till it came into his sight brightness cactus caucus blocked this instance from recurring but cured the wreath which was hanged and nailed as well dotted red with compliments of the chef hand shake and smile will only get you so far and like the ass beguiled stripes ran vertically before making a sharp ninety degree angular turn to the direction closest to the door opening because the door was pilfered in the last raid and no points were awarded blueness for a moment triumphed and fatigue sought its revenge planned portraits pointed westwards too get a move dont open your eyes or put that foot in front of that foot in front of the twilight in front of that foot seeds grew into meat harvested for the scent bottled and divided among the investors extravagantly pockets closed and drowning in sand bottled and pellets smelted benignly dipped in pewter and fused with cardiac arrest silver lining wasnt pure tested and passed fluoride levels ninety nine point nine percent but wheres the ghost

ONE JULY TWO-THOUSAND-ELEVEN

just for today

squinting at the sun and staring into oblivion the satyr stands errect at the edge of eternity waiting for the signal from life to go fuck himself beyond belief and beliving in the individual spirit the spearhead splits from the spring struck with branded brandy dripping down his throat and pleaing for burning biting the frost and frosting the cake candidate for reelection electing out of the processes of caring but carying the weight strapped to every extremity and existing entirely inside of its own mind the beauty begats the beauty but brutishly shaven the beard stands in the mirror reflecting the mask passed between generations and so many that it was forgotten and besodden saddened and wet the face plunged into the creek gasping for oxygen half contained in the water salt crusted ocean biscuits dripping seaweed ethanol synthesized by necessitity pandented by the recipe for resistance closeing doors and windows and leaving th heat on made the house that much more contained until the sun rose and negated the lack of heat for the fifth and final time but seriously fuck this fuck this fuck this all that is all fuck. this. fuck...

you fuckisg know the date

bestivefeltallyear

still mine digs deep into a still mind still finding stills amongst the twine unraveling trills bestowed on chimes blowing in the tint of the heated lined up pined up tapped to a truck struck and stuck saving pain for blessings and tresspassing on the trecherous terain all wheel drive slide slip slice awake in eyes take in thighs pressed on thighs basted chaste and left to sigh inside out get out now so many still encased in what doesnt matter cant betray a teasing hatter cant be phased into a ladder stepping stones higher clouds bridge matter my bridge matters it was always mine even when i gave it away still mine can not find still fined unpaid unstuck driving reckless stick shift shift this clutch clutch clutch doesnt matter mangled in a manger discus destructs constructs snip snip nip and tuck until the subject matter matters materalizes margenalizes margins marched in marzipan almond butter nut squash better net jogs block block block of ice slip on the ice frozen the mind thaw thaw that is all



TWENTY-EIGHT FEBRUARY TWO-THOUSAND-ELEVEN

consistent this is isnt [AKA] (HAPPYFUCKINGNEWYEARS)

CIRCLE! CIRCLE! CIRCLE! CIRCLE! CIRCLE! CIRCLE! CIRCLE! CIRCLE! CIRCLE! CIRCLE! CIRCUS! RING! dancing wings that implant dreams on the boundaries between dark and wrong and strangers thinking the illusion is broken began to suspect it was real all the time is spent broke and broken denying that we never had bad bad boy just a toy and always ready to play but underneath end is neat tidy scrubbed and loved just waiting for resignation reservations playing on the moment and deciding it wasnt quite the expectation of the motive but still still KILL KILL KILL out of fear or celebration taking knives and cleavers and segregating meat from eaters destination unknown but faster still this train goes and its on steel lines running rudderless from A to ME somewhere in the middle something was lost but cant look now its just a blurred wind shine dangling in the twilight my light guides me sidelines like me but standing makes me ill take my fill and your fill too times two because its never enough just my luck never my trust just my love never obsessed just undone and let go hanging by a thread a rope a noose wriggle wriggle tooth smashes on skin but neither bleed because its so hot outside that everything is dry dry dry scrape at the surface and watch the dust spin into the sun scrape at the sun and feel your ever building feelings of futility and failure catch up with you wasted life too young to try but its overwrought overdone over easy lunging till the tendon breaks rubberband ricochet quadracep feel it in your gut but push it back down hold it down hold it there it feel the power draining and keep your face straight while you look into the lake the same thing is happening there but he cannot breathe you pretend to see and you look at yourself rippling through your mind holding your leg the cleaver chasing beavers while the beavers just have fun think you own the land think you own the dam they built the damn dam you cant contain its tears filled with sunshine sparkling on the water skip a stone jesus rocks till he plops and sinks most of the time its in the air anyways only hits the water to push it away cant stay very long one two three can we learn to count while we wait can we wait while we learn about about face march away cant care where we land as long as we jump far enough on the way but im staying on my locomotive engine engine of design while i stand still im taken forward sleeping car fall back on my back look at the celling for once too bad its pitch black just want to touch it feel its texture press my neck onto it scratch down to my waist watch the rain fall watch the trees grow watch out watching while i watch gloating im on a boat sail to the shore and the impossible corpse looks at me its leg behind its head still grinning for mama grab your ankle float you in front of the water you dance on tension cant you break it nope youre too bloated full of gas decaying pop the bubbles and the frogs like to play on it youre mostly water anyways cant hold onto you pour you into a cup consume you and watch youre effects on my system burn the boat and sprinkle yeast into the wind in memory let it grow lest you ferment in my belly intoxicate me with your toxins i just want to float i just want to fly pop the bubbles let me into my mind and maybe i can see what you were talking about ten and ten and ten and one plus two thousand thats too many to count to cant you mount your mouth into a shallow grave one million that wont ever have faces planted with traces of intent but never never never offered started to wither push and pushed and pushed and given but whats left to give its been taken away long ago when we changed our home and changed our home and changed our home the loan star shone star porn star afraid of the penis paid to do this and painted putrid but the train never stops let me off fly or flop just jump off your hand into the battlefield sieze the stars and watch them melt into sunlight.

TWO JANUARY TWO-THOUSAND-ELEVEN

channeling [AKA] {HARRYMATTISONLIKEDTHISANDTHATMADEMEHAPPY}

He looked into the air and he said Write and in that moment the pen touched the page and the ink bled and the head that pounded hammered out words WORDS WORDS green words plentiful and planted by the seed sapling seedling suckling the Earth the mother fighting through the pain punishing the placement protruding and peeking at the peek steeple teeth of steel stolen and golden reflecting smiles fueled by cruel intentions the pause came and graced the tasting plentiful still stiller than cave air rotting in bubbles in the ground ballooning into the soil bursting through time piercing arrows scarecrows rare throws into the wilderness into gilded trusts built with husks and stored in tusks fluffed and rushed into the container tracing the rim with a single fingertip tipping the brim with anticipation rain touching rain and dancing trained onto trains straining drowning flailing in heat the moment passed and useless but used waiting and unreturned gracing fervent torrents tracing back to my eye still seeing by sight lightness and tridents canonized around rallies ALWAYS Dancing like notes and letters and songs made of letters and notes and written always as the intention sitting in silence surrounded by emptiness and touching your arm blindly daring to look into the burnt light but burning and feel its black heat inhaling the smoke to tickle my lungs pressure building in my head my heart watched in quiet discontent continuing its apathy rolling in the flour and awaiting its intention smelling like the flower selling like a towering tower set on the sky trampling clouds with glass setting concrete into stone circular the yellow beast beats against the ground and the men laugh and she waits for her stitches to cauterize set in diamond like a moth missing anything that was lost and hearing only the softness of a voice crying from the herd placed in pastures presenting natural nature at a premium screening the future digitally in dimensions missed and understood made of wood and clay and sand hardened like ice standing on the bottom of a boulder slowly collapsing and still dancing yes Dancing held out his hand and put it on my waist NO My Shoulder shouldnt remember shaved and flavored and especially flawed denting the hole left in the wall by throwing stones like cards and playing till the deck is full and the house is underwater and dried up drifting on the cloud and rising to the guillotine getting greener still less red less gravestones less terrain and transformation transported scantily clad in iron bouncing gravity generated and repulsed by the sight slightly appalled at the whole and wall waiting WHy Not and indeed it wasnt rest assured and peace guaranteed pieces of chocolate broke melted and sun drenched tossing water and continuity constantly crisping and risking rights striving forward for rights cupped in the bowl bowels descend and still aversion but goddamn I want to dance and my limes reflect it enviously sinfully a plenty store in reserve and steam escapes as rain couldnt build a big enough net to catch it all couldnt build a big enough castle to store all the sand in and instead landed on the island that I am anchored to the base camp and already at the peak unable to speak as the sky forces air into my lungs and lunging against it all my chest uncollapses and recreates the poison to myself building up in place of the sky the sky poison princely and pathetic praised by rhinestones running rampant crammed by timezones into a trance tracing with two fingers on opposite ends and two lips on top and the tasting was secondary and the pain wasnt aware but there in an instant pleasure flared for an instant insistent sextant and september still glowing and poked by a stick combusting leaves leaving skeletons burning like cinnamon and Dancing desperately alive with the last seconds of life desperately fighting without placing sentimentality into the equation and empathic to the core skewed and rude as a ruse rustled at the fray frayed at the fringes fringed at the middle and middled at the end ended at the destruction and created by lust in the first place inspired by a racing current petrol fueled sound crashing down on top of the bottom who wanted to smile and DANCE!



THIRTEEN OCTOBER TWO-THOUSAND-TEN

danced upon the transient stamps

the  bubble never popped at its center only the outside where the film was stretched beyond  the point of elasticity where the membrane was drained of stability where the crane was lifted above the shameless gratification of itself standing erect seven hundred feet above the building waiting to fall forestalling tension resentment and contention coping without probing but nestling the rest of the best things inside of the inside centered where it was warm outside the firmness gripped back basking in the dethroning throwing out the milkmans spout pouring out the grocers trout and calling in for reinforcements porcelain shins baked in the sun traced by the thumb protruding into the gummy coating pulling out filthy and hurting relating to the situation but related to the causation reflecting the fault at its rightful owner buried deeper and more hollow than the map had predicted stuck a pin into the wind and went where it lifted straining necks training wrecks and playing sex as a game winning rounds of defeat waiting to eat from the hand or the arm or the shoulder but stopping before consuming the rib waiting to live and letting the center give back itself to the outside shouts eyes and pupils rulers and groups of jeweled jewelers schooled schoolers and these fingers pressing against the mass waiting for feedback lacking and waiting for feedback.


FIVE OCTOBER TWO-THOUSAND-TEN

thingsthatneedtoberead [AKA] {RESPONSETOSHORTBUS}

Retreating into our eyes to stare at the sky as the weight of our idols collapse in upon ourselves and we leave the room standing but alone for the shelves full of baggage placed in pace with the beating of our hearts starting the conversation but elating the revelation towards elation and predating the situation profound and renovated replaced a stake into the ground holding the tent up and sheltering us from clouds crumbling and tumbling towards the ground doing forward rolls here into the steering wheel peering venirs and stealing chairs sitting on stairs and staring into tears in paper hearts bearing all the shares of latent hearts breaching all the fears of bracing hearts and retreating into eyes to stare at the sky but without the retreat and plenty of defeat sitting in the gutter of the stuttering pair on par with the recent scar left by the tar that healed into a road and the bar that breached into a rodeo fit complete with clowns and all the rides that left the reckless dead and the cleverest in the head and we move onto the latest development and we agitate and radicate the complacencey left in place by the racing bleeding of the greatest heading and headways and headwinds raced into the opening left by the void when it voided its vowels into the wind and was left stuttering with nothing but constanants left rampant trampleing the rancid meat of the language that they tried to defend with nothing but shapes that lost their shape and in haste were basted and casted and plastared and drenched with beer doused with pumpkins and spices and rice was considered for an alternative to gluten but the thrust was misplaced in the flux and the message was  lost when it was thought too long and the real point of the spear was placed into the belly of the beast reached when it greased its lungs with its voiding blood fluid and soot from the lungs attatched to the singularity with which it prasied itself and raised itself above that number just to see itself collapse under the weight of zero round and rolling falling into the hole prodding into the known and dwelling on the phone or the zone of penetration felt for days after the heat of the sun had evaporated all the moisture from the ground still putrid and smelling of use tainted by the invassion of persuassion and pressure forming diamonds pursed with the package and rehearsed into placticity recited with rappidity replacing the conjugation with the emotion and output not equaling the input the result was a sloppy sentance misplaced and penciled into the moment ment to mean much more then it ment perhaps in place of the place it was performed in but most likely it was lost to the length of the loss and the messenger was a mess and blessed with the gift of resentment and instability leaning onto the tower that she visited in the city at least by proxy pretty pristine and prominent but undesired by the modern or at least the contemporary or at least in the moment though betrayed by desire before abandoned by neglect and randomized by sections of festering in the heart or the brain indistinguishable by the night or the light or the pint and the darkness that covered the flame that covered the drop were all motivations of desire and he picked up on their intent but not their excuse or was it their reason and not their use or was it just use and from the juiced came the juice and the orange was not the same but the tongs were unreinged and chinqotigue unchained like misty and brighty and all of the lot and the sameness was  a lot and the jails smelled hot and the pails felt rot and the quails bent not and the rails went south and south i went and down i felt and sounding didnt quite make the impression i hoped it would but sonar was found in the nearest bar and the party was afar but the starting was anear and the always was always a beer even though the contempt was felt and the liquor was desired and quicker was always more efficient and cheaper in the long run running was never a strong suit unless it was a sprint and the sprints were only neccessary if there was an audience and the intent was once again lost but the hint of the spirits were tossed and tossed and tossed like the bossed employee that waited too long to let the emotions flow like the river that left eye wanted to say and what im trying to say is too leading so i miss you and instead look at the eye the eye the eye inside always rhymes so i leave it aside and in the aside i leave it a snide remark reminiscing on the  recent developments and of course itunes with its humor and telepathy would put on this song and so the lyrics that read ONE TWO THREE FOUR HAHAHAHA LEAVE JUST AS YOU CAME and only one person perhaps knows the significance but since i capsed it from the past he must realize that in my stupor i superimposed his presencc on my present and the pretext was perferated and easy to tear like the paper heart like the linx like the links that chain us to desire to prison to the heart and all the while i havent said what i came here to say dwarfed by pluralism when the goal was singularity snuffed by sunsets when the role was singularity strength and the intent of the desired who lost its luster diminishing and lacking behind a cover hugging a pillow untouched as the willow un brushed as the rudder unstreamed as the recent development developing in only one mind but two bodies and three mouths mounted onto a tripod for easy access and passed as the one mistake that lead to the uncovering of the ruins of babylon and tapped onto the keg that was passed along as the mast that kong climed upon and chimed upon from the top of the world that "all was near and the near was dear especially when the near didnt care and the care was out of fear " putting in its place the racing hearts again the hearts  straight from the hearths and raking the bread out of the oven crusting over on the stones heated to heats glowing heats red hot white hot clear hot glowing heats that could not be felt only seen and never seen only known and the wind up was blow over the owner of the homes that could not be visited nor frequented only driven to from afar five hundered times or less by a factor of ten but multiplied by a factor of many driven by the heart or the hard but driven non the less and replaced by the staying and non traveling rocks that turn their faces towards the eastern shore and ride towards the west always going from where youve been to where you came from and when you come out your still in the same place that you came to but the most important thing is that you came and occasionaly i will come too even though im the only one visable to me and viable to the scene placed in the dark and the translucency of prancing myself onto the stage the arena the feeble lightning striking the pricing of the sight that i see in the dark when i beg for the light the exposure the revealing the seeing that leads to feeling and when feeling becomes cold and frigid and the lid is  blissful but the distant bits fold into pillows biting the siding of the riding cowboys aluminum and bitter canned panned and harvested of value divulged and craving wine looking in the mirrior in your eyes that i cannot see and that is when the creep crept and the seep sept and the oct started and thats where we parted but the parts were joined in act and in passing again were passed but were at the lowest quality that the manufacturer produces and leaving the store while the wallet is content the product is wanting and the want leaves from the haunting of the future

the taunting of the future

the saunter of the future

the raw things of the future

that comes only in the past

but projects sideways

and places itself in hideaways

razors blades and knives say

that tomorrow is today

and laissez faire plays

fair with days

renting

and staying

and playing

but playing

yes

playing

and nothing got said

so really

this

needs

not

to

be

read

TWO OCTOBER TWO-THOUSAND-TEN

{making molassess molten}

enter the ether creeping through piles of shame left over commissions and crimson roses being crimson bothered by their essence and petrified by the sight of each other peering into the mirror and absorbing the light until the only glow remaining reduced to senility and sterilized the glass so that the dew could condense in the heat or its absence retaining its original purpose reported by its original owner and returned to reason with reckless reckoning recalling reality and filing it under fruitless futility with a purpose portrayed by poison and desired by recession as the cavernous cavern caved upwards surrounding the air with rock and raping the stone with flesh until the passage inflated with insipid inspiration bubbling upward through the dirt and popping into the realm of life sweltering in the sun squeezed by the atmosphere drawn by gravity back to the core under pretense of preminition racing in circles around the circle crating barrels in crates dusting racks with dust rusting hearts with lust burned blood red and painted onto the incision to heal the scar and scald the sensitivity such that the surrounding meat would not spoil or rationalize to the pointed tip of an idea spearheaded through a tongue and launched by the lungs with no intended destination but destructive consequences upon impact regardless of the hint towards compassion aggressively betrayed while plastered around paris and sitting on a button vibrating with vice decompressing until the silence could no longer ring in the air and escaped the prison of thought fluttered through the vaccum and landed daintily upon a bed of noise.

SEVEN AUGUST TWO-THOUSAND-TEN 

{the willow weeps the kitten sleeps}

enter the walrus ending the tall tusk the water has only begun to adjust to its intimate sunset evaporate from it turning its depths into shallow and half wet bodies of water and bodies of sun battling bodies to battle the one thing lacking attacking in record of having have had it had not it been better to have but the wetter was bad and the dryer has pads paved in pavement paid in patience but always quite glad to part with the part for the heart of the matter was only the cart filled with mangos filled with rain blown away from the pond leaving mud to harden to crack to garden until lush and tempted with greens mending it seems is actually unattained without rain without plant without seed but yet to be seen while the ant in verse is free today the day to come is days away when the walrus plays again in the sun without mud in its way.



TWENTY-FIVE JULY TWO-THOUSAND-TEN