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a flat-topped block slides — a sediment caught mountainside as shape the name implies the thing like — a pyramidal point to a U-shaped dock — the spire dulled the hot chore installed       ∆ like a huge soft — to break this wet matrix from ice — or cold create the sheet […]

while Franklin waits. While Franklin waits for naught, I turn the TV on in time to have Blackburn & Green vow to get the compensation that I deserve for injuries sustained at work. Sustained at work by a back pillow and caffeine, supporting both of us, my wife comes home to me and Franklin sprawled […]

Myth is the narrative metaphor sounds out of melodies ideas finely, illustriously tune in consciousness. Icons carved from a ceaseless noise of thinking. The golden hissing notes inside them. Why does it perceive these sensations? For it has daggered the crown of the sun. Why does it stick to the light? For the soul is […]

Differentiation. Autopoeisis. Communion. Energy’s copulating androgyne. Radiant structures of the animate world. Resistance. Force. Dreams. Autofellation. The surge and the need. The vaginal twitter. Beatitude of reading; beatitude of the love embrace, the sexual evening, its anticipated lateness. The thermonuclear sustenance of the sun. The ongoing collapse of our galactic cloud. Thought’s self-imploding centers. The […]

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Because we’re allowed to look like that again, clapping meadow of bright corners, the man walking me into myself, and there are times I want to be fixed to something. Say what you wish— I’m not a fighter, I cannot keep up with the clouds, brother gods divided into six part waves. Stop looking that […]

The painting visible and laughter: no day for any teeth undone, I drenched the mouse in beer. Like a wall sounded company and all winter was like Providence, opening: the rules were changing and I was the new garb. Do not mistake me, I‘m moving again and the decibels owe you nothing. Whomever it is […]

If all I have to give you is this, then you aren’t what I wanted. My wall a rubber band, I’m shattered. The paper-mâché meteor spills a river that used to think of us; nothing is scarier than animals in moonlight, mirror in the bathroom, what do you want from me. We’re not sleeping, not […]