May 7 - 15

"Causality is a metaphysical concept not open to empirical demonstration."
        - John U. Marshall, "The Structure of Urban Systems", p. 127



Yes, it's too soon for suicide.
There are loud neighbours who talk
of it incessantly, & tea, & everything
hot.

Reeling from my recent adventures in the Recycling district
I failed to notice you bleeding.

We can look it up. To be a bee
abuzz with information & wings of honey ...

Is nothingness a powerful implement?
I've watched milkshakes shiver.

Your minimalism is the elbow of my eye.

*

Runaway tracks
end less
chain of
tu lips

needle potentialities

you come home, say nothing
you come home, want nothing

I have to pay for the things I like

A nut-brown wimple

You say it comes from the low country

downstairs

from the received economic wisdom

but I blame you. Wince. Talk?

"A question of need, decided by a uniformed populace"

strung with a shoelace, & tempered.

"Walk."

*

purity
currency
thwack
the managerial caste
the caste that dare not speak its name

"we were an idyllic mountain society
until the advent of the electric car
now our yak's udders are heavy without milking"

attention to the internal dimension
up-cycling      tripped

we talked about our problems & fell down laughing
"You are mezzing up my magnetz!"

*

There are big dogs in the park and little dogs
and babies who sit and babies who walk and
babies who ride bicycles and dogs who drink
coffee and babies who drink beer and dogs
who fly airplanes and babies who break
windows and dogs who make love and babies
who pee everywhere and dogs who eat garbage
and babies who eat dogs and fire hydrants covering
everybody in blood.

*

hey spent sincerity
show me your dog
Now that I'm naked in the park
I feel comfortable
truly and at last myself

Now listen: the birds go boppin'
& the joggers glisten

far away, the drive to acquisition
shoots up a humanitarian mission

& wears their skins

with authority

animals in-
vestments

*

the rise & fall of civilization
like the bumblebee
like a bored erection


dead words
black letter
laundry tabernacle
cabbage tackle
the essentially childish decision to abdicate oneself of all responsibility
I don't want to be your mother baby, don't want to be your boss
"helm the realm
& pass the bucket"

*

it's my brick, I baked it, and you smashed it back into the earth

*

Today was a regular day. I ate
some orgasms, buried some vegetables,
saw some chromosomes spread out
on the heavenly chrome (rustpaint blue)

I got a sunburn and a parking ticket.

a day of perfect magnolia happiness & ivy feet

I don't care about the price of gas
earthquakes, budgets, "butchers & monsters"

chiromancy to resolve all problems
wash your hands

sounds of clapping
a performative interaction

*

There's a man on a bench with no teeth
branches growing out of his knees
un-named constellations
swung the one arm left

there is grace in the city of giant crustaceans
clack clack clack

put the key in the middle of the forehead
nostalgia's easy for us shut-ins

who
in the inner ear, hear
the untestable hypothesis

"a prosperous society, but the streets are empty"
what is placed alone stands alone

*

Every morning, there are birds outside my window.
They are multiple
proliferate like small mammals
their droppings run down the brick
brick of ovens I would bake them in
come revolution

my neighbours, black wingtips,
on fire

hey any food is good food

anyway, I got it through the official channels.