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September 2012

without channeling a g-ddamn thing

noses for nooses
roses for ruses

a bitter glint
a fitter pint

I'll play the games long and long. Then I'll stop. I'll get angry that that world isn't ... my sweet pigeon. Why can't we all just ... adopt the same saved soul. Policy-formation in an age of bad religion ... makes me nervous. Who is official. Where is its hat. Stop. Is their health in this new dada. Is it. In my new number.

like holes like revelation

I stood out in the handy rain. With you. Were you.

There too. Maybe not. The day had been too long.

You fell through layers of business to land here.

But. No doubt. The rain was at last too much for you.

I stood out in the handy rain. Alone. At last.

With you beside me. But not out in the handy rain.

With me. Things go like this. And they come in twos.

Like sirens they say. Duplicates of each other's.

What. Each other's confusion. I stood in it then.

I stood out in the howling confusion. For a moment.

And found you beside me but not with me. Beside.



not a cloud in the sky

in a dream i appear to disintegrate

and what is the watching part who or what

is watching this falling apart

who or what is feeling disintegrating

while theory arrives in a buggy

program as a dreamer happening upon a friend

with advice about the coming apart part


might as well not change there's no

jumping up to pee while still in the dream

so roll these present parts into one

precious lump and impress upon this element

the impartial finality of the undertaking

 


now what is this

you have beautiful skin you have beautiful skin
These are my feelings about the poems you put in my hand.

The frog in his cavern gets on croaking and off croaking
you have beautiful skin These are my feelings about

These are my feelings about standing still in an open book.
you have beautiful skin you have beautiful skin

These yours & mine what told me true and beautiful
What carries it away what brings it back

These are my feelings about leveling and unleveling
you have beautiful feelings and arrangements in line

Caverns of churches have beautiful skin have beautiful
sentences wounded and wound around sentences of

song. Nobody tells the light. Anybody gets to shine.