p l a i n e r

sentences toward the future sanctions

You can go so far. Then it breaks. As such

I'm standing up for the eighth ... but the ninth.

A bird cannot stand there. Or shouldn't.

Too much cloth all over today. Look. No buttons.

How precious. The baby. Scuttled at last.

Gnats. Poop. Poop. Gnats.

A window forking over rain, full of boats and talk.

Did you say Water? Very good. Water. Water.

You could turn me into a grape at least.

For learning and forgetting our native tongue

Over and over on sites in shops in yards in all fairness.

The wonder there. Of having seen a fish.

cordoned off for his own use

Dropped into a few folders. Here

I'm less than older than I ever was.

Busily sorting everything. As one

Failing to notice everything. Feet of

Instants, for instance. Whatever

They're set upon they grow toward.

Get me some. You know. Some light.

Aren't no more philosophers in the lake.

these are decisive

Of course your eye works better than your camera.

But this acquisitiveness.

Small personal notes of no more interest

Than the next guy's breath.

the title says it all

Overtaken so far by a border with no name.

With a permanent black slash. Yet.

Tall as the animals among us.

Won't accept our gratitude.

Or say a far off hammering. If you can't do it, don't don't.

Don't.

As for the parting of two ducks. Four sparrows.

One careful heron.

Leave out the rest.

low heat will result in a failure none of us can afford

Maybe it's time to look more. Like one who looks.

What does it want the dog for really?

Where does it let the hummingbirds sleep?

What does it want what does it want?

Why say Things to me ... why say Wake Up ... Cloud For Instance ...

What old boy. What bank account. What coffeepot. What.

That's right. Keep insisting. Bill me.

Push farther from here to there. Bill me.

I've decided to stop making things up.

and the outcome of that hard work

To make what says me and thus and then

Me. Inside evening so pressing. It comes in

Color. Like a bride. I was lashed to the bollard

Of a goofed up morning. It took on my hours.

Like an adult so wrong about the sky. Golden

Not leaden. You caught it in your teeth. Christ.

A world seemed to make itself. We caught it in our

Teeth. And ground it to something ordinary.

have you heard music

You expect something in the sparkling lot.

Honorable for inventing old ones again.

If you have other plans, go about them. Lay style

In the braveyard. We expect. Plant rows

Of ice mice rice lice dice prices prices prices.

We're the next crisis for thinking. Not about victory

Over. Against. But just ordinary us. On fire again.

Then met. With a hush. Whole fields of.

explaining very old rivalries again

My previous accomplishment ... should you stop

you'll make me lean in both ways as hungry as

a tendency to run ahead without a point except

to bring a clock full of water home to the moon.

an assertion is not an appointment

Mark this report that dogs are bent at the edges.

Not anything like flowers. Maybe trains overnight.

Not helped by the specifics. Precisions. List them.

Of extension, duration, hardness blah-blah. You

In your old clothes know dogs well enough. You

Making toward the door. This white one snouts

Its way in.  Remember to report that you aren't

Scared. Haven't been for the longest time. True.

One precious metaphor. Would make us rich. A

Rowdy lot of money for fooling many hungry ones.

But about the dogs. I revel in their tumbling arcs.

That's all. Their boyish manly firstness in coming

Up with the barking animal trick. Stick to it, proud

Pup. This even in the report signals catalepsy.

Note the fact goes limp. They'll need all future

Endearments, too. No end to this folding over.

Say ouch the damn dog has bit me in the limb again.

And feel taught. Something. As having been bought.

then turning around for instructions

So any practice is

interior design. The designer

your lover a complete stranger.

The space a rental

dream you own. Who are you to take

the comfy chair to the curb. My trike.

A soldered soldier my kid forgot.

You'd think

all the televisions had suddenly got lice.

So our quality

suggests more than anybody needs

or should have to stand up for.

A one light pole night

reduced to its most recent

expression.

this most recent one said

black ice by the way

Wasn't some specialty with its salad garnered salary garnished salty gathering so good.

I can stand under my making now. Puddle-like.

Reading Francis Ponge Mute Objects of Expression (Trans. Lee Fahnestock) where the world is tuned to language & the object to be honored goes limp in figures. Where's the honor in that. The process obsesses and won't let go. Of the sense that the OBJECT despite all protest is not REALLY enough in itself but must be fed into LANGUAGE.

Market. Then start.

Puppet. So pure.

Any. Thing goes.

Starry. White heart.

Theory. Of poet.

The brain will often do some standing up to language like a tough guy with its own rogue temper. On its own tough terms ... its own rough tool.

the real poets

are tremendous emergencies later in the day.

I wish night

would shut up

long enough to

kiss me goodnight.

A can of something like tomatoes prevented me from calling it a jar of olives,

which would be useful and vastly sweeter than anything you can name.

I was trying to deliver dinner to my favorite characters when the television broke.

I counted them among my friends until they stopped writing

identify the flower before you eat it

We must have been French or in France that day.

My oranges stuttered like Darwin like Newton.

The crossing hadn't improved any of our attitudes.

These formalities contradict me into my beauty.

We shall all speak like this some day and smoke

Black cigars. But, cheri, the light's bearable here.

And we're finally filters. Filtered and contained as

A sentence within a serial novel. Prosperous. For

A time without any prospects. A pail of presence.

Scuttled in a bungalow. Sinking and singing some

Ridiculous round. We, too, boys together in Tours.

all at once we recognize the seed

Sensibility in winged trousers.

Sensible pre-flight ocarina dancing.

Sensible and litigious. Bird-sent longing.

Sensibly backed into a hawk-long night.

Sensibly buried. Sensibly translated.

Sensible geosophical shadow-play.

Sensible light. Sensibly light.