Bid alone
Sill dusted
Humming around the feeder
Driving lots
Climbing up anvils
Grazing as may
And august meals
Heavy lush afternoons
Passout in gulch
Fee fed to vegetables
Yet alone the canyon
Is what you're going to do
#
Feeding others like yourself
Is it worthwhile, the cruelty
And some days neon fevers wrack
the organism, passing ejaculations
Until return to basecamp calm and blind
the lynx in the woodgrain curling
Where the buffalo roam
Means forsaken a home until
Glass crunching dreams and spaghetti
Provisions living with a full sense of labour as value
Rain bleeding active noise suppression
Nose burdened by peace and straight to the definition of
Sex conventionally the first word of domestic contract control
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I wouldn't want anything bad to happen to you, Jesus
But really I think employment would be ideal
Talents and usability
Like the hyperbolic parable
In service of everyone else
And in particular, the general particular,
Me. What can you love properly? Friendship
Said Seneca, was mutual understanding, impatience
A lack of feeling. To seek an object of great beauty,
Not gain or stability. Understanding the rock.
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slim ghosting the corn roast
six days of mayonnaise
then paid a kid to do it dirty
that’s no persona
it’s public relations
consensus and the shimmering principle of appearing
to reject the intolerable
rationality window
too wide for small big screens
dusty vacuoles
on the seventh day
expressed sap
but what’s minor
chalk rocket in blood rain
then the police showed up
#
all our troubles dissolved in money
to bubble out again
cain’s markov chain exponentiating
to good grief
while targeting
or sadness watching my hell-birds fly
to takeout the parade
this must be
slavery – definitions
as far as the camera sees
to the high seas
zooming back again
peptides for lunch
flesh of the designer
#
I’m the hose in your rose
the line in your plum
the one in your nine
deploying all the time
cellophane for puddles
& the hole in the wing
I’ll swing this thing around
God help me willingly
oiled them up
the missing woman slipped out of the amphora
to stand beside you on all
vacuum platforms devoid
motion discretized as protest
the types of narration
love destroyed
signed, the designer
love again
bubbled the destroyer
out again
for takeout & parades
#
frogs neurotic boast
& slip below the boats
where there’s a totem
there’s a taboo
she told them, erupting
in the patio’s ambivalent shade
stacked like dominoes
a thousand high
a little acid rain
smoothes out the line
faces schematic
prepared for any of them
to speak unfeelingly
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Does it yaw a little to the left
asked the mechanic
working pretty fiercely on my thigh
altitudes and radii
follow secrecy distributions
infinitely reproducible
one guess at a time
meltdown the public option
fear death and life
the pantograph fee
hate me and pay me
ask me anything
except the key
all laugh at crap crypto
and plausibility’s all the intel we need
a likely story – through the tubing
flattery – she breathed dreamily
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the c’mon people now
live in a slow cooker
when you grope & tell
that’s what happens
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