Regnant Pas - 10/2012 - 11/2013
Regnant Pas
Sam
Kaufman
ECTOMIES
an ectomy of time
brave
to turn away
from every day
blind
without flight's organ
we can ramify
but not divide
a point
to under a line
& often forgotten
Paris
Dispatch, 1870
1. War
some stayed up
at handsome hall
pissing into masks
skillfully disseminated
berlin in 8 days
arriving into glory
the concierge
the chargé d'affairs
two young staffers
Illinois district
a courageous occupation
the capital of white cravat
palace of cloud
how easily large masses of people
may be
deceived
a courier in front of the bourse
spoke fire through a confederate
under the table
a fish-idol flopped
left rose rightly
play-acting boys
a delirium of noise
irresistable compound
quoth national interest.
2. Republic
concluding the uselessness of concealing the facts
he covered himself by putting on his hat
all military authority became utterly powerless
indiscriminately writing letters, looking over documents
talking and laughing, all in the best of humour
the night was beautiful beyond description
all without the shedding of one drop of blood
3.
Siege
up to that point the police was honest
life and property, everywhere safe
the remotest street under watchful beat
but then the obscenest caricatures
cried even
by young girls
organs official absurd & puerile
the Pope a prisoner with the Emperor
the Diplomatic Corpse a fatherly ghost
processions at the butchers
the provinces tediously dumb
street-names changed hourly
the morbid taste of sand bagging the museums
smell of secret documents in newsprint
pawning of workmen's tools
hussars and slogans encircling the periphery
the police functioned normally
those who left permitted no baggage of news
A day
among the Witches
Each conjures his or her own
Pack-like but mutually incomprehensible
It's not as if the humour flies by me
It leaks
Melancholy from old bones
La-bas, la festival bourgeois
Here, fearful theor-eyesing
No third man stands in the middle
Which is the hell of nature
The inarticulate conjecture
The gesture without expectation
of devil or servant to jump to it.
Essential Potential
Eager to wrap it up
a sad future
squirming out of the past
the footprints of
disease
congruencies
abdominal
a soft towel for
sympathy or presumed intent
The end or side-step
of comfort
like a light,
presumes a mind
or something above
indifference – a pyramid
with an eye under
glass
A counter, or a
fitful keystroker
Nice & sexy
recovery, decency
& love not
cynical but animal
he resembles him or
his father
the mother the
material, form
a reduction to
warmth, quality of sleep, or teething
The Poetry of Louis Riel
Some under law
some under nature
righteousness served
a hungry supper
in battles bleed
& die in anger
the price of race
& priestly generosity
on some other
afternoon
Anglo-Saxon
improprieties
rate interest tickers
of knights in white
chamomile
but god was born on
the red river
last week anyway
Take a pill and make no monsters
Woke under the first
snow of winter, &
I politely asked what
the hell was the problem
Some days we suffer
needlessly
other needles have a
point
snug in your cold
shoulders
you raise and drop no
covers
& sleep with
knees & elbows
hard & pointing
my way
Clap
A world of discipline
ready to spank
a dead duck
as paradigm
it sounds clearer
on the piano
a culture of floaters
meaningless
to the clipping class
muted method
can't voice
the noise
A plausible
A proof our illusion
is likeable
you take it wherever
you make it
When the clown looks you in the eye
pleasure
a long thing
in short time
Interlude
They replanned the
capital to cripple the secret
fraternity
brothers not in
wealth or poverty
but mercenary terror
& the lighter
charms of liberation perpetual
from sweat & from
stockings.
Home became an exile
of boulevards too
broad to barricade or cross.
A triumph, a loss
seven bridges and one
well-trodden island
I though my struggles
would be over, once
but never in
Jerusalem-
free development
under history, not contrivance
a colossus of
pedantic innocence
an association
of angels unplugging
the myth of
windows
inextinguishable –
shopkeepers coming
home to showrooms
self-illuminating.
Humanism
1. Newtown,
Connecticut
A lesson in the
proper use of weapons
to be learned by
heart
until you're
practically
or politically
dead
2. Chengping, Henan
Province
A man in China failed
by the system
of change, bad
psychiatry and child rations
got 20 with a dinner
knife
Kids are easy - what
have they got to run
for
or from, the future
and its loss
exceeding their small
grasping
revolution
Two methods
The first way is
rabies
it's hot but sensible
- a paid adviser
at the ribboning
ceremony
squat & reliable
with a nasal freeway
shake –
loser static
handcuffed
to the ground &
to the gate
Turn it over, twice
& press delay
a nice bouquet &
slick hunger
is the second way.
Countdown
The light of
a ceiling
like the moon
pitfully
writes the page
your tide trims
the sheet. Grey
or stained, bleached
unbleachable
furtively
till morning
sneaks out from
under it
no blaze in
night, no ray's
daytime slim
glimmer can
adhere, here
where number
wills, fails to.
Class Actions
The spice of charity
warmed before
adding the dry bones
This is what a brick
breaks
Overriding &
under-writing
the odds,
should we arrive
intact
or brazen cylinders firing
all fistulas go
the flat of a palm
smacks
harder, but
in the state of
nature
the rats don't go
begging
.
The dreariness of
property
Emptying the lockers
of the amnesiac
notes for survival
coded in the buttoning
Gloss & tarnish –
infrared on the blouse
stick down, down,
down ... souring
the file called
medical
what it gets up to
when I'm not working
you've got to trust
somebody
the billeting, the
bile
taking care of its
self
and every other
asshole
well, read something,
tack to the historical
you are all
responsible, as
enzymes digesting fat
once offed
that cat and summed
to
a solution - flush -
.
Sometimes I wanted, I
thought
an orderly love, to
understand
the rot - you know, meaning
mine, a bubble, and
everyone's tsunami
Those sharp shoes
& the girls four toes
mental arithmetic
like making salami
packaged by the time
they're five
and happier in
slavery
mutilation better
than cinders
what a woman never
says to a gentleman
even epicene as
wealth
like education
demands compensation
.
Incuriosity of the
chessboard type
still, who is that
grim girl?
Measuring her eyes in
a coffee cup & a beam balance
What paradigm of
stasis could you
photograph, if she's
dead
or switched to the
other side –
Surveillance says –
No correlation. Physics
of incestuous
fascination begs
imagination
out of the manual
syllables
Zooming constantly
into the footnote
Clouds burned on the
slide
.
The bulldozers
moved like drugged
roaches
Light fell on the
rubble
from the pylons that
stood, still standing still
We pursued a juvenile
Contraception in war
zones
My partner was
careful
& carried a big
.
Who clocks the man in
the moon?
bronze discs etched
with wire
properly grinding in
the alignments
ego can't wait, but
this matters
not – for you – it's tiring
stuff. incidental to
our
conversations,
incremental
to our rape, a heavy
point.
Spirit in a
phlebotomic apogee
scratches a guilty
sky
yes, squared
intervals – nearly
outrun it – the sun,
bald & dropsical
selling dopamine in
Thule
a continent of stumps
fingerless on the
left nearby
.
It's like – you're a
double agent
face on a banner
flayed in the wind
piss rain, though you
point to tangential
angles
all approximation
ends, like headaches
at Appomattox
surrounded,
surrendered
but in the ultimate
correspondent, real. Then goes on
expanding – idle but
without regret
drowned in feeling
like kittens
on the net. Outmoded
diction
of the last new cage
splits
two ways
How many orchids
& skulls
(still standing
still)
Poem for a foe arriving on an island
Some begin again
The water stiff
Whether or between the trimmings
Faceted belongings and responsibilities
Meaning or excuse
Fermented or conducted, embarrassing
To deny the obvious falling from the sky
The golden, the sweet, the ashen.
.
See you soon
Like mayhem expecting
Encounters through floorboards
His friend in the dark
Put his foot on it
Now even faster
Microscope focus
A woman in another place
Where time cooks in the dry season
A raisin
Rehydration
No,
he didn't care
about women.
His wife made children. Her labor
made providence, and god proper
made her die.
The plantations improved
and funded his next adventure -
slit the throat of a life of ease
With his trusty
And a son who took his advice
Hardly Svengali
The stakes were smoking
bright on all bands
A long way aloft
But mostly it was mutiny
Cells and colonies
Strung and stropping
Until a certain sensation
More subtle than orgasm
But less than itch
stopped thought
Right around the rim
Of rectitude ... and talked.
.
The intended sender
of benevolence
may be absent this
does not mean benevolence
is violence, but reception
snowy and wolfish, a possibility.
To the base of the skull
a benevolence may apply
anonymously
on the sly the intended sender
wears his badge
beneath his face
doubts nothing.
.
Clad worse than a day laborer
At home, back in the day
A dream palace of employment opportune
& Convenient, if marginal, to the ninety-nine hundredths of account
A rat in a boomtown
with a heart of gold
Cut, dried, and weighed by the ruler
each ounce to each party.
.
I worked hard to make
My skin cap and lampshade
The image of the overseer
Flayed in the wind
Directing immeasurable labor
Like the sands undistinguished
Except by the boss
In the end the occupation
Mostly fizzled by midyear
The machinery though immobile would not stop
Instead we targeted the mother
The materials and the laws
A lack of proper documentation
A nugget in a shoebox
Sell it all off
And get a new job
.
Did we know of the atrocities
Empathy for the devil or a fate to await
Hoarded the overplus harmlessly
A future rising a certainty
of purpose
the details vary
.
Safe conduct was offered
But the emissary got lost.
At any given time
Most things are indifferent.
Life, liberty, property.
A tank full of incendiaries
A diarist in pillory
Subdivisions in heraldry
A pillow on display.
DUES
Movies make you cry, & should
but Nazis mock aloe
alone, they beg for the succulence
of the big break
"who will notice me now
as I swing
all across the neck-tie verse"
acknowledging the wiring, the rubbing
shooting, looking down
a fishnet face
& sometimes out
*
Flaming in spirals –
it's the chemistry in reels
events big after insignificant
phenoms – the boys they
rounded up, suddenly bright-stars
aww enlightenment's a toss
control your breathing
the thing they can't take
after the inalienable firmament
a bellows, power over knowing
blazing through the desert
of the discipline, lost –
---
This time the enchantment stays
responding to the view
hectic thrill to be
the word, the wind he smoked
disposed to be supposed
I met a physical rose
along the shores of Lake St. Clair
with windy hair
& eyes of the casino
a town never had religion much
except at the barbers –
– & the butchers' – brown paper
& trucks backed up all week
at the bar – how long? – sit on it
*
His being of civilization –
the
slime-mold life for me
organs take time.
Even a leech on a rock would do better
Focus on the clouds and the
harm they've done.
Striped, fancy ricochets fill the streets
one you must avoid
but have no choice.
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The choices, & the voices of change
that wither & grow, that wind
around the bush, like a fuse
to trip on before lightning
wrecks the imagination –
The centering built by deferral
all the bricks in a Chinese parable,
in binary configurations, fixed in a finite time.
Whose understanding generates who?
This largesse – indulgence –
The action potential of the emergent yawp
Sliding through us in the darkness
sometimes noticed, recorded or not.
*
What I could not know then
I imagined, to no end
but so slowly, it felt like
decomposing
who is a question for bureaucrats
& detectives
we synthesize responsibility
through biology & stranger coincidence
---
A nonce announcement
for the moment, quells
what you wanted, spilling
from a tin cup.
Congratulations,
Grackles & blackbirds
slip on their evening reds.
It will be known
spreading like butter
on toast – like wind
through the rain
a swig or a swaggerer
may thrive - & birds flown
*
The ceiling-fan & its shadow
as in migration
but some frame always
spins too fast
where do we go, are
we going, where
time takes us, bringing
everything on
---
Rent's cheap where life is
and in the spring, parades
of the ordinary, fancy footwork
& wear, & cloven, & spayed.
The tedious be in the patisserie
a sting under thin cotton
& mud & the grass
we strode in on. and on the harmonics
elevating, multiply in eyes
apex of aphids!
A leaf to a line – if, love –
goes all the way.
*
not against the government, the police
the last to arrive & the last to leave
with a lumberjack indifference
to the hardest of comers of all
the appalling collectors
of human debris
we can turn to honey
if they try
---
Way up where
the dolls seem like people
& the air streams from titanium taps
how many hours & pills
in this volley, arcing cuspidor
past rainbow
in the barracks, sneezes & knees
an articulation lacking grease
swing low, cold smokey
to wander & return
crosstied, home
*
I heard the elk took the elevator
up into the skirts of Rome
A drunken sailor, a captain's daughter,
selling a "C" & seeking a soul
A voucher, like any other vow
Sun, tin, El Dorado in the Grecian isles
Better than welling, d-
---
Why do we always talk about class
in class?
Guilty as tied
One way to think, is about it
The leaded rope &
the latter ladder
His angels sideways swim
Him likes architecture
& a nice snack
One cultivates taste
with
Demolition
Agent of Child
tonguer of knees
leasher of lecherables
permanently, leave
*
A knot on high
& trim
That's the way to sing
the dog-notes
---
Your ideas rain –
& locusts take
their places.
I am building an apparatus
to obtain
the fabrication
of a generalization.
Magic is a blind
cracked to gas
& heartbeat
its generators
usually thrown away
*
change, powered by
the divine popeye
& visualized by section
& multiplier, heaven-sent
There once was a madman with an erection
He was giving, & his people
flowed.
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Why choose one
said ten pages of Spinoza
& sad bells strain to ring
long gong
king
ding
It's all wrong
is all I learned to write.
*
A skeptical denial
in April snow
of the knuckles
& knees
appending to nothing
pertaining to a dropped cap
& thank you sweetie
as I put it back
into her stumps.
*
Summer is not within you
waiting to extrude
into the tangible, surround
the sores with camouflage of lakes
& childhood's hollows.
A fake recipe makes the same
mistake, again –
pressing uniforms across the nation.
*
Felled & followed
a guy I once knew
silent at the terminal
beside me, at the end
getting his wishes
in a tuxedo
& this they call
experience
*
I could feel the presence
of
a loner, somewhere out there,
in
the crowd
It may have been the air.
It touched my sympathies
like a bright, loud, bell.
DETERMINATIONS
To live the way of
"they" - &
not flip the pisspots
could be servile, or
immanent
monotheistitude
say clean, so every
one
can be a happy one
at least once weekly
Stay far away,
gassing up
in a paper bag
Lights out with the
greater light
greater is good &
Being is being – but
watch the fence
& your reds, & your blues
One day they may ask
about you.
For example, send
them a moonrock in the mail
& they'll say it came from
outside here
somewhere we never go.
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Sons & daughters
save yourselves –
it's work, to imagine
the skylight opening,
& no burning
a wind & the
stance
of calm
feet unblistered
& shoes of spring
bounding through
optimism
& highly
localized norms
each block, our block
our words and songs
to everyone,
familiar,
acceptable.
The whole day like a
bruised vein
giving what must be
given.
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needs in the park
like cigarettes
tennis balls
to climb a tall tree
& a can of beer.
a cold spring for a
squirrel
but a nice day for a
girl
's warm hands
they flee
tell the teenagers
whatever you smoke
someone else wins
*
has the spring ever
shaken
quite like that?
They're picked on
cause they're young
lack confidence,
smaller.
swallow the dirt they
throw
til out it pops,
november
A turning fence &
a spitting man
To hate tradition
without murdering the
old
That's the challenge
of spring.
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Rode alone
through the fence of
probability
game of waiting for
the pegboard
switches plummeting
some answer some questions
it is all propping
the window up
in annoyance at great
parenting
tight genes & a
fat ass
they should have told
me what I got
what I was getting
& would have to give
Going home – that
gong
like roots, a
put-down
even the landscape
escapes
vacuumed up, dust in
a pocket.
The city needs
bankruptcies.
We need some time
together
Some enjoyment. A
stranger arrives on a boat
A woman climbs a
mountain.
It's entertaining
& costs a little less each time.
Errors of
expectations.
You should have, said
the Doctor, thought.
In the middle
Some saw it &
loved it
what you wanted in the mirror
bob like a breezy
balloon
the shadow around the
ankles
as you stretched your
long pants
canted on the grass
eyes eclipsed like
somebody
really someone else
inside you a third
party
gave a little kick
*
it was jointed &
tucked under
to keep out wind
& rain
vulcanized,
galvanized, disguised
but elemental
the desired dress
& shining through
it
the inward east
the outward west
& the rest to
explode
like a jam packet
*
the longings of the
intended
run up to the hips
& sometimes to
the streetcar
or on two wheels,
showing off
a world in their
compass
& pivoting
through quicksand's
pragmatic brew. one
bird
to peck the hole,
another to plug it
The world is full and
everything fits.
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Love,
I worry about the
infections of the eyes
which see only what
they want to
You are now filled
with possibility
as you always were
The posse rounds up
another
dragged heel-first
behind a horse
Or two with wings.
Where
will they pull, and
can
he sum their vector?
In your room women
feed birds
or become them – no
reins
or constraints; just
sun, seed, grass
These are only
images. Apparitions.
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The wife walks into
and out of the room.
Judgment has been
sealed
a fullness without
tranquilizer
stretching the glue,
enveloping
wherever the roamer
roams
or the roomer rooms.
It is clear as glass
& sodden as grass
a true bond & a
lip-sticker.
It goes anywhere you
want it
& wants you
wherever you go
wanting what you want
& itself, going
where you go.
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That's it, hey –
done.
& so much to do!
cleaning &
teaching, planning & play
a right to line up
for
on a night like this
the sign for more
is the eyes that
can't close
on love's harrow.
Let's get paid
If we slave, we'll
choose our master.
the tickets are gone
& the drinks, puddling.
Let's get trained to
milk
Let's make
some meaning.
*
Put the one word in,
& shake it
as a peacock by the
legs
fanning
Hang it from the
ceiling, a potted plant.
A human scale in the
photo-etching
Is a parasol
Handed by mom to pa;
a shade
From religion &
crude coupling.
Clearly, it is better
than either
Useful, practical, a
reason for all seasons
Pleasing always, even
in memory.
Even when the organs
don't fit
each other or their eyes
Lines merge
everywhere & all the time
Lines curve, return.
Words love.
*
Clearly there's more
to it
Too many poets have
been dumped
Compare the love of
fools, of kings, of saints,
of burghers & celebrities
Arias omnipresent
& bugs zee zee
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Making don't work.
Son,
digest this stew. He
bought it,
sat & sold it for
a million
yellow broom &
sorcery couldn't mop better.
Still seen from a
plane, it looked small.
It all does – more –
each day you grow
running out of room.
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Dull & precious
is the day
True day
When an old book
makes the leap
from prank to sense
False sense – the
horses eat
all the flavours
& in winter, you
pay attention
in summer, runners on
the beach
link stem and stem.
Mounds
sound windy like a
wet rim
False prank – for
you, here, years later,
grown, thumbed,
unexpected arrival.
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Condemned by gender
to be always the jerk
on a horse
The womb-robber,
framing the letter
whether up-front or
upside-down
The waitress is
familiar, from somewhere
elsewhere before this
series of encounters.
But we can't
remember, and leave
awkwardly, weirdly,
estranged.
Of course, the horse
may wander
and the stars grant
bursaries of tenderness.
For you, this is not
my wish.
But the womb will
empty, and you will be arisen.
--
home late to turn on
the light to
dozens of baby
spiders all over the toilet seat
the moon had risen
& maybe wars
& in foreign
squares people swarmed
believing in a future
David: under the riot
gear, she had a beautiful voice
but could she walk on
water
or drink for free?
possibly
nature consumer &
nature consumed
you are not compelled
to see beauty in a bigger cup.
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Today was the plums
& everything black & white
it's hot in Egypt
& inside 37 degrees
she knows your
rhythms
& you her
regulations,
revolutions
& other excitement
A time to kick &
turn
Open a new account
wire the holy land
Eat some holy dirt
Do not attempt to enter
the Temple
it is holy to one
as yet unnamed.
We'll get there
around 1'oclock
If you live there,
plummet
& we'll sync up
Like seeing through a
veil
a pair of aviators
Oh, myself. On that
day
That sunny, sunny day
Just last week it
was.
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In the hot heat of
the done day
your fields are full
of scamps & insects
A tree rises above
sand, steel over slums
the airplane virus
aerosols away
the grass became thin
and long
it was like walking
over a giant pig's back
mushrooms mowed &
parkbench melted
the laws lawns are
empty but for the encampments
it's a monday
& two tendrils
touch through a fence
the public servants
serve the lawns & the
private servants
slave
today is very
uncomfortable
date sprayed
(toxicity) next application
in the ancestral test-kitchen
alone & overgrown
I collected
bottle-caps
though my father
didn't drink beer
----------
I'll have the nothing
special tonite
& that'll be why
they're the way they're headed
Idiocy conventional
& time-limited
But next week, I'll
be sited on
The pan-out, flat out
Rolling between the
wheels
Sour stones
Sometimes the
vibration was an eruption
Next pit left – some
phony's keep
Left brow, serving
the wrong machine
No intentions of its
own
To spin – a vortex
unknown in women
And fabled at both
ends
Too much for one
night
And they fell upon us
until we stopped falling
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archers offer a place
to go
the green house
dilutions
his head was dented
on one side
& sweated like
fruit
being the need to
know, teeth
summarizing the
enormity
of pyramidal forces
& their counterparts
each spheroid
impinging on the switches
decisions in smoke,
some called prominent
levers on the
landscape
exes off the map
*
the heat closed its
jaws
around us when we met
anything goes into
hamburger
the grinding feeling
as we let ourselves
go
head first into the
switches
testing to optimize a
sole-source
confuting the
destination on the manifest
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Every day is not like
the rest
it becomes it
says the axman
a star on trial
his strategy a
tumulus
of whistles from
broken pots
he's a card-carrier
& could feel it
when it was coming
in the harness of a
caress
fever after ever
after dinner
too many plots to
digest
simpler just to punch
it up
into pieces easily
disposed of
into shutters without
dwellings
All the fallen leaves
of July
fold like anxieties.
The sun
has gone out. The
dogs close their eyes.
The phase spins. Fall
off the rope
& step on the
line. Sing back the words
or someone else will.
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A complex
A game of belief
sways no samurai
even in the world
there's a reflection
All parents are, in
fact, insane.
It's tangible or
you're lost.
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Be tangible —
get the uncharted
drift?
The matter of
sunspots
burns the eyes.
From this view
it's going to rain
but behind the wall
anything – sways –
a toilet in the park
touch stone
where plastic would
do better
& flesh beyond
imagining
prize winner
filler of space
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Soured on the
enterprise
after the
interminable became the perpetual
but there were
charms, there
where you could grasp
and perform
in the conditions of
lost decades
a lifetime post-utopia
& mail delivery
of fumes.
A game we can play of
pricing space
& tasteful catering.
It's a cooperative
because you smile
or soap in the mouth
The precious hors of
ours
Now that they're
gone. The union
before hobbies &
capital.
And all things to
learn again
To earn by sharing
Bearing openly the
risky business
of two workers, self-directed.
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So many contribute to
you
offering to explain
what is a middle
spirit
or a factor – or a
mirror
some distance from
our ideas
& intimate with
our sources
but protected – by
position
or dematerialization
– or
recombination – there
is zero
responsibility &
total love
– an ethical fantasy
– derivation –
derision – a horse to
hobble on –
a ride to preserve –
a golden shore
& perhaps we'll
die upon that train
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Room for a new
It's shelves &
tiny monuments
only the grandiose
can view
sell it before its
value runs prime
now, still a cloud of
fair percentages
a time to buy.
Regular sweeping
No end to time and
space, but dying
in a warehouse, or
living in one bubble
The permissive
universe
shines on the windows
it dirties
with manly style. To
burst swell
dust or douche in
fervour – leaving
All the passages that
matter
underlined for you
to run through
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Passages matter
in the vicious class
war
You are free to
ignore all prescriptions
but receipts you must
not disclose
they are invisible
messengers between you & your intentions
hugging so closely
the unborn bards of
populism
become technicality
tease six guys in a
room
wondering who's blood
they're watching
from the front row
a tremendous transfer
or transfusion from
the mother
who gives you form
& freedom
but partial
information
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Xavier / A new house in Basque country
Turning & sliding
& babbling & hiccuping
the engine emotes
a paternalistic
throttle on the sources of belief
better than a cult of
death-or-taxes
but the pool is
shallow & full of existential athletes
& foulings – you
can park on the street
& enjoy the
wait watching Hun & Bolshevik
tie up mommy &
daddy
every night in the
attic kitchen
of your cut-rate
garret & its dreams
of homesteading &
mushrooming
dragging the
corporate dragon boat with your stumps
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Snowed-in (Lucretian war cry)
Increase the gain
& bitrate
caught in the act /
fraud
of indetermined space
an agent identity
moves through a white
hall
on the king's highway
as a spear tugs
outward
the empire's face
know that
whatever the weather
someone is always
listening
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Order fulfillment
& kicks for
labour & kicks for love
a stiffening &
toughening while I
read through the
philosophers of experience
for conditions of
philosophy & experience
making value an abyss
& a morass
of order fulfillment
& what you rate
in the absence of
absolutes
a message must be
sent, stronger than messengers
whether from inside
or outside
by a power, burdening
its barers
these are real
weapons of an MD
& not past
pandering
to the psychology of
the destitute
wanting the desert to
be pleasing
again, and not for
the last time
unless this is the
very last of times.
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Somebody's instrument
is you
& don't you want
to be somebody?
it and we are
unavoidable
I seem
to complete sentences
but the trend is
trending
fictive articulate or
dumb
if somebody uses what
you
learn to use to use
you
then is the mirror
arrogant to the gaze
but warm &
elephantine to the touch.
*
These principles are
self-satisfying
but require certain
deduction
or probabilistic
under par
hair tumbles before
emergent weather
& theorems in
their holes get smoked
await & con -
template
probi-ballistic
a wire is quiet but
antiquated
& ever avoiding
(ergo) aliens
is a hard life.
errata
non grata
(extinct)
better than ruin & waste.
*
To personify a medium
that's mother.
Ideals!
Need new hips. Some
virtuous
caricature subs in.
This charade, like
chastity
passeth over the
stage. Reflexes even serving
remote control.
One generation's
weakness, once removed, as policy
identified by
contingency & itchy fingers.
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Our slightly
obnoxious instructor
must please or cow
the majority
mostly poor
distracted or lazy
canned jokes I use on
friends
for her float the
audience
as spontaneous as
jello
who believe in the
medicalization
of private
institutions and public love
and total womb combat
is pay-per-minute in
very small
units called stations
intimate & bourgeois
meaning only commerce
violates the dyad –
and medicine – through the chaos
branches off – slugs
on dahlias –
to a fake calm place
treats for the first
comer
she reaches for her
baby
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Raisin of State
reasons of complicated organisms
are rarely directly
expressed
footprints in powder or a six-second clip
is light in the electric eye
penetrating all media, physical
or metaphors
with some small claim to relevance
in the king's touch
thin visibility
pumped from reserves
into bored rooms
where spontaneity's confounded by
intelligence
reports of foreign
influence
& another bored room
plots electrification
to green the cattle-cars
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tentative and flawed
is the way of stretch
I knew at twelve some
errors
and discipline the capped sun
saving the eyes for
whenever
flee the hours teeth
eroeics, heroic
investments
candidates for passion
or excellence, a
priority
tough to claim when you're out
to lunch – the
like-minded
stare back & chaw
as the navy bops in
the barbershop
& goes back to it
unsinkable you –
temperamental
free music
------
HERE
& inconsolable
you
refusing to choke
on the dust
moving through
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Coda
Now every body makes
mistakes
& mistakes those
it makes
for virtue or its
vicegerents
somewhere down the
line
the tinfoil gleam of
the adding machine
& the beam
balancing the eye
snorting the moty
minutes
while the imprecision
of cell division
fills the room with
its smell
diffusing its own
times in
tit-tat squeak-squawk
parallel
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