The taxonomy of {remains} found in Faraday Cages

book one: i before OGIlVie

variation of the first

! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! taxonomy of you ! is not suture or scar falling into botany from there is a hydra breath through and out epidermis aware hands stretching, smoothing out across curve cage ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! wealth bludgeoning cheeks, purple relief ! ! a new nightshade not welcome, content with erasure

415925N

705832W

! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! !

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taste this with open eyes ! ! a grapefruit sit in these hands lyric exceeding anthology sulfur wicks terpene lips recent catacomb like casino bomb shelter ! there are clues which link delusions putrefaction

a reason for you is gift {commodity of salt} prying apart observer { ! ! ! }

when this was assumed we carved this rst cage for Canonicus with a list of atoms we have given no name. ! ! ! ! ! [ ]

415925N

705832W

! ! ! !

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this cage is of colored pupils and when there is a body like grapefruit or hydra its rst words will pull prologue into leaping cavities

salty shaker nothing

`this is not a time to be precise llet breathe between autopsy atom, time travel, wormhole, esh pulled back hallucinating breath ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! !

! ! ! ! !

! ! ! ! !

! ! ! ! !

!!!!!!!!!!!!

Bite, salt, claustrophobic for map

tonight sun is cold.there are good questions.there are no questions. this lung is full of red crusting feldspar forming a planet, timeline, fascism, religion, manifestos of which none is capable to control. an abjection of privilege surges rebel reaction.this lung a map this planet has already read tired over this planet has already read tired over. the you is killing the taxonomical and the object sits there, a rst cage survivor, talking about planets, suns, stove tops, carriages, roses, subways, eshy folds oricing shiver. to wait to wait to wait as space creates innitely more with less . to spear lips fearful as cornerstone with bite, salt, claustrophobic with map. we will dress it for dinner, the table set for testimony in reverse diligent war monger bicuspids silhouetting

when esh brings itself in there is a map which is not of time

while sleeping there was a shadow which pulled apart seams to ease this terror there are scientists who tell stories of dry quicksand

! ! ! ! forehead ! ! ! ! ! !

! ! ! ! !

! ! ! ! !

asymmetry lines the tycoons pint glass. a letter of proteins, memory arrow I bit between teeth as song sung sister with hand to septic system grass tight cut as curtain bangs askew overt text reigns horse-feathered between corpse crux

savages wrap teeth full church gut sump pump

the verse of cartographer as curve waxing moon anatomy

shrug straps of skin to tilted waist quaint, wyld ten ngers slick with oil change around lace card coated table this dog wanton drool dreary taps paws seashell to open ocean a crass word, cut upper lip frowns to long to wait to shave my sister watches coffered caffeine withers crass with heart beat when there are dreams there are calligraphy script of purple tales from unopened sunower banister post to post. { no signal } watch audible she lowers her hair, then head. each time I return, this chin uplifted to left quite slight with smoke screen she hands me severed head of horse whose foal cuts oats between teeth polished by a bowler hat black tight rag between teeth. morning starts masturbation pixel pilfer click shot a polish of key notes porn {cyclical { foolproof

time traveler clicking tongue to sunset massages face a partial ame cauterizes not for severed answers to celebrate gelatin mouth. a fresh breath of strawberry teeth calling obsolescence

40.0176 N,

105.2797 W

a cut of cesium clock libuster with nger loops braid remainder of hair through three slow thumbs, combing getter of full boil afternoon brew there are rocks under constellations light calculating pitchfork shadow hand extension illuminator, cuts weight through uncle laughs as a bar note, slight upturn swings spectrum label and ghost taxonomies you + a carving waits with pollination two hands icker {back} pollucite

recycles

or Pollux {the whole of Zeus as swan to Leda from talon to crystal name taxes sound of leaf lingering between fall or spring but both in summer this pull of any kind periodic wrung of empathy

Bilge of restructure coarse hand calculating coordinates

comedown of silver gesture release pilfer pt. put back therapy gone is lter

gifts line this sea

erosion not erasure brings the bee

Unruhue:unrest

this is an apparition

a birthmark malignant

two cousin/brothers feigning sleep

watermark of Berkley high to Mars bridge rusts crane single lane cousin {your inhale sounds relieved}

experience or the word laughter leaks sarcasm, virility, the railroad cut comets of chimney horse hair plaster shower puss drains the cut the cut of ceiling reveal two buttons, nger length falsetto silver spoon {which without answering this ear of salt a voice left to lap wet bowl wet with bowl

sister weeps

sledgehammer in hand

allowance unformatted a testament when there is no alchemy, esh {bed

birth left to an audience loud with key to voice

if this is Rome

its cousin of you didnt ask me dont bother setting ame to submarines smearing perfume over artery debris points righty tighty to red web fountain home esh cut under candlelight sweat pubic hair receptor James Taylor

that is what was found a rst taxonomy

I cared

or catered

an artifact

gifts for some reason spoil

pillager looks weary

wary, foot of panorama still the temperature of wait and see is whining

the levee is negated our hair cut then cut again turns lead wounded salt year a ring torn round belly moon coattails cut sails act as tourniquet taxonomy nail tourniquet c section delivery forks and knives uncles shivering heat cold cut currency a disrupt is not quite a cut as much as this foot on catacomb windshield eye recreates lightness as quake keeps open door terror under
sonoluminescence I DULL POINT OF TRAVELER TONGUE DEGATES NOTHING FROM AN EGO PHENOMENON DANCERS HIGHT POINT KELVIN SPLIT as a cosmologist, of sorts, wet young will always sling whatever is a horses shit coat terrapin for this tastes of currency taken split lip

I want to deliver this to you

full, a cultured font left with cage creature good enough for failure a much needed self denies

no one can create any words with this

a taste of

social silver pull this fuck yeah transmission en.



this phone is a ship. It will linger as long as it has its oars. No one can hold it in hands for more than the fulcrum push. stranded. a glacial hill seems a good place to hold each other. it is a high point. a point for hands for more than fulcrum .

this wound seems stubborn, yields yellow, sends pins and needles the day new twitches tectonic with daughter or brother

without ever asking which is why in order to escape discourse one steps back not to recognize either way time travelers drink too a play upon there is or isnt waits for fucking or much anywhere with a horizon

radiant in our vulgarity

for a moment

{im a theory in my mouth} a sequence of de-blurring

a future tastes different than a past. the same goes for a present \ and while this is botanical side highway in nature in no means of fortune is this taste obvious god and goddess taste similar of disappear and stay {heartbeat doldrums post masturbatory






cycle break bent over skin tug









mattress head








tuned E minor to lay










lines

the year or bricks which mark this point. we drink here recount the broken bones, hard livers, cataract eyes, broken ngers, post mortem empires

three whistles call Larry is gut in hand two glasses to temple as sacrament or close enough to Korea

as this can get / lled brim and overowing bourbon

took and taken autumn




I sip form his left I we look with each other at full moon well before sunset solstice



its not that I am predicting his death as much as asymmetry pulls my own collarbone apart

well before noon of last new years resolution or his taxonomy
a slur line of after coffee slur lines he tells me this story he tells me this story he tells me this story

porne grapho

I write

and nothing happens

time asks yesterday privy with waters view of widows walk a slow retina dissection a disrobing of cathedral points

I touch the classication of and

fascination or inuence pulls taut towards recovery its difcult though

to shear away october as reection

a phenomenon where two months later casket lls my wishing well sodom salt white trees






a sure sign of schizophrenia onset is poetry and/or margins of jewels pressed
fresh with till towards agreeing ears

Taunton to Bridgewater to Wickford the way family taste likes perseverating

a starving friend bring me in no longer concealed

this triangle set with sail





brings us nothing catatonia, perhaps

at paranoia under uorescent bad typography light medication

tequila

red

uncle, walking on yarrow



toad in one hand colors in another


mother, the ocean soon you will be a star
father, once you tasted of lightning in split lip cemetery mouth

1101101


this is the last recipe. a recipe of esh and mooring. two hands upturned round two pairs of thighs simultaneous. this is no sarcastic self agellation against the fuck ups of my future children or pre-disposed government vomit of blood


which it never will govern so


spills the whistle of vowels bloom the eye for instance is a current cacophony of social workers bathing, feeding, dressing your neon nepotism

this is the stone or glass you made breath with nothing more can save from empty debit chip right hand adjacent when condensation settles through a complacent dust of art and dances red sow through constellation adjacent in rest, no less



since human sweat cloth
taxonomy cage spent wire for currency no wampum wet with purple strokes this hairline to neck

as a side note: present always pictures past as present when present recapitulates past blood is more corpulent? opulent? a matter of schematics

perhaps wagging tongue wet with god rearview turnstile tide red two ngers sh hook separated lip a nish line pulls back to circumcise this circle

or time travel with pope-ette

conversation disorder




open hands to shape

martyrdom {a sleight} of mooring third oor no desolation partner dance this hand nds curvature lls to valley returns the myths one by one with catchphrases for biography {merja} I talk of sea glass, breaking bones for cartography make sandwiches cheddar cheese, arugula, mesclun tills trolls tied up young retreat shape nests of god from fossil wires carve hypertext markup language on upturned forearms {left for anchor - right cool conductor sheen steel for Faraday from curse of retina lter .my esh is writing~ .my esh lls palms of sister cephalopod careening, cooing for privacy . my yesterday tastes of esh, not of my body . time tastes of my esh the layer of fat between the kidney, the pig coos for code as two comb through anterograde amnesia heaves of chest complacent with uorescent cut of meat marbles esh for purple wins over the crowd its the bottom of the ninth inning this ear hears lands recovered from the sea{this is not a vision, is an illusion}

<as far="">as this hippocampus can take six pints Barleywine</as>

<bad behavior="">a hero besides Ulysses: is no longer the new black or broken text ll for ll</bad><br />

folk taxonomy

dan peels pearls back from upper lips feigns pain or cuts the steel into jay's open leg jay drives cuts rubber to weed matt uses ngers as grips to glass belly to roof before road george talks of how air is heated then cooled while keith drags his nose 'cross basement oor reverse that \ steve lters blood through Colorado clouds and his eyes are shivering wings

pope-ette is breathing heavy on the other side of the Faraday cage words wet with rapid-eye movement

m-

washer not so dissimilar from the backs of her leg

ares spilt lips fragments back outside scatter of evenings reject our promise <this is something new> my mother becomes the Laundromat there, a curvature of shaking

 

 

 

 

 

CROWS FEET REPRESENT HISTORY    no elaborate tale with the pirogues   a recipe makes many mistakes to have taste

today in Syria many hands become not trace         

 

I whisper to pope-ette about cold beer and bite each others tongue

a bite of full spatial texture for a.m sunrise

coast to south through breach of land sister pull teeth as wampum but blood is quick from purple to red   a description of morning to welcome in sessions   silhouettes of skin in language weather system crevices our ngernails pressure between points between mouths graceful, grease slicks path toe drag   from permanent ice box {nothing to eat}  call us old men with beetle wings esh forearm carved for memory or trace and sex and SLEEEPING on New Bedford streets carving the Arecibo message with a tooth   no whalebone circumcision   passerbys hung up on cosmos   cuts of carbon Milky Way memory

a future stationary, saison street worker {feet little jaunts haut white bone already icker  coriander candi grouper

twirls gender on a string sings my river

rivet nger {a pilsner face}

my tongue my big yellow sun

I am everywhere now

a fellow time traveler tucks in hisherhandinto hisherpocket underneath Wallonia  Watts    Waghausel blur lines for sanctimonious winks

hishermouthwhispers passing verbless turrets of toneless Ts birthmarks where mastication  meets to bury a living fossil sips chloroform  

a door

mouths swell to orange a fracture bitter Houdini seamless slips toes in Arctic Ocean Houdini! stop ash and polish hand of collar sh line and foam our liver splayed wet triangles swung ood folds slivers of cologne squeeze into these bearings and tell me again how the basement, this tower, that star haunt articial {leather boots on all fours} an asking of wishing wells without type set laid out in circles to smoke and consecrate

American Dlag circa circa

mouth of the empire goblets transpire temperament lullaby for a long time :a long long time: there was the great darkness or lack of entropy as evil or absence not absorption of absorption not absence as a mouth of cancel a cut stripe tin type the story tastes of well liquor widow knots chess knight full on parish tucked in echo sleep of brother yawn corner lovers gather webs spider no more a gambit or argument than asking from shoulder for tire change asking in mouth love language for words which record upon themselves as sisters fused

;all sarcasm; all sarcasm licks lips my kids emerald tongued shout of trojan virus wars all dead metaphors love lost&insight gained hash-tag an anvil army semiotic

my sun or spine, source within interest Miles Davis and Pink Floyd on an implicit image of mammal fornication   this being against itself sunshade making idiots of tucks in corners of Indiana where Republicans ush with feather stroke and scold Democrats cut salt of sound or  is she a soprano or IS she a soprano? in sections our bodies in sections our ngers forget brackets or backslash leaves empty typography to ponder over grass bent thirsting for sun so it becomes yellow in absence {calligraphy failing prints of ngers} lead type bellies for categorizing poetry           if I told a story about a time traveler ~a denition which does not nd guiltless{the birth of a ycatcher where there will be no ies    if and told a story if and told a story if and slips ngers through loopholes through cotton through wet through a pair of glasses anticipating idealism for a lexicon where Davy Jones locker or laatlammetjie alone meant sum of part parts of sum apprentice for conception    if you were close AND you are you would sound as the Greek alphabet proclaiming itself a C-section across a vinyl like belly

ngers into age forged    as well as drink coffee cold with a tall ceiling of stranger

full with myth I and you ask for names without I would like to beat my

our submissions sew themselves in     

the way a sleepwalker converses between esh and       noise

46.3333 N, 

63.5000 W

  

 

 

 

 

dont restate the obvious  Robert Bringhurst

Even as we start to get paranoid we remember being anxious coordinates: 40.0831 N, 74.0686 W

tremble bury my neighbor down a slow sail within this turn of sun

now holster my breeze down knees of Narragansett strain parallel uncertain


lyme ticks pepper a void between noise a shadow curves taken voices behind false mahogany

billy move clockwise kiss the sand check for bottles open your hands

nothing but star lines scratches of memory

wet with honeybee stories guilt spoken no other I or and wet with stories pollenated feet strum my mother through gravity in a mirror tucking in its voice i strummed hard on my thighbone sifting through the pantomime of a full grown acre of portuguese wine my stomach churned a sifting anchor waiting for a crooked sun but conceptualists pour concrete down the spasm of this tongue





dull tips re

coven longs for stream evangelical itters hard bows

each fathom shells sum of wolves quiet crow, bitter wing sings

re too much water too much water

night continued upon itself, ask questions of those asking questions showcase of shift motion picture hotel
nylon farther from sternum than speaker hammer can rubber true blue

shrine of, see? there are ragged edges of nothing to fall or pull

talk of tunnel vision



rapture inclusion of[ of{ of\ fret not for neighbor





lust resembles a smear calculated not one within from without another



platinum latitude reference; full bottoms of wine burgundy slips timeline pulls of countries corner inner lip seaside preludes wet match boxes

cradle of Texas an exercise within a pop {without forever~

already then? question ~ two questions multiplied neck brace miranda rights per usual cut desert out equations neck

desert ships within

it is easy for Gettysburg to be gETTYSBURG in this salary party sans sound shape

I got away from me

this efgy

a sacred foolish adjective moth too light tender as hand

hammer melts guilder of love sour teen angst left overs public pervasion of dissent

gulls barnacled rest

winter stick mall talks over fructose
cello and violin corner cheeks guilty of people shucked of pink elephants trouble

summer cocoons turnstiles

sovereign wellsprings

a debate over merit,high horses,paper cups,two tongue reectors for this

aces with clementine baseballs

gobstoppers in cheek through

Cocteau invented mirrors as things to move through. I invent mirrors as obstacles.

Jack Spicer




The Heads of the Town up to the Aether

C oord inates

42.7500 N, 78.7800 W

Coordinates: 42.7500 N, 78.7800 W

[(Translations x Translations).(Reections x Reections)] 1

Book II: To DRAW the temper

1Michael

Leyton, Symmetry, Causality, Mind

Remains
There is a solution for the problem of decay A petrication between nights Here, rest the head Here listen to these lungs scratch words on thin skin between air and brain Built of glass I will sing an evening song Blur tail together without thought trace transformations all of them postscripts between railway doctors pockets full with Gum salt, rock alum, white vinegar, chalk and pebbles powder

{Initialization} mirror economy sifts claws throughout, within the belly of this horse two livers house

Aegerine, I know the dimensions between three circles sex~sea~mirrors I am never the same

{Subsumption Strategy}
Incorporate actions into processes. Make the number of processes minimal. -Michael Leyton

The name is Furcas~Forcas~Furra its dialogue black tar two yard of straight supernova stands Ogilvies knuckle hairs Truth is, darling, this beard exits psychologically Ogilvie shifts his member or the ghost of remember shifts in space October through January in Faraday cages February through September with laments of wingless falcons strung through barbwire Sir, truth is, this dart tastes of grease, or cow chips, the sound of a door banging shut, but most likely foxglove Truth is its been a while Ogilvie{ }and I know nothing more mocking than a devil that despairs2

Goethe

the trouble with symmetry is this

The Decomposition of Old

Ogilvie brush your teeth at a temperature of 112 degrees cover the tongue with tallow, the hand with melted lead Wrap a cloth of cotton round the red hots of each eye This is the trouble with interaction Abe it deters symmetry and love like ours wants none of tumors clouds or embryos

{Interaction} the subject swerves a denition or translations swelter asks how the circle closed itself a human body sweats in reection of echo~ the cure for snake bites is not peppermint but it could be tomorrow

Ogilvie Isnt Even My Name

Ogilvie isnt even my name See what happened there I erased myself took a chisel to the third wall and once again one of the stranger occurrences seems to be observing the matrimony of someone who participated in an unplanned orgy with This translation tastes heavy with palimpsest or forgotten temple Tell me again of this climax Ogilvie, tell me of the Christ, heavy with story There is not much tongue to tip of tongue to tell of Abe looks disappointed handsome map of face says forget it hes changing names to a future tense when that is over she winks and there is no fricative fuckery

og= il= vie=

Figure of binding

full with myth I and you ask for names without full with myth I and you ask for names without full with myth I and you ask for names without full with myth I and you ask for names without full with myth I and you ask for names without full with myth I and you ask for names without full with myth I and you ask for names without full with myth I and you ask for names without full with myth I and you ask for names without full with myth I and you ask for names without

{Obscenity}

     

     

     

     

all this shame as prototype a scissor of glass maps grid to grid the body gets to go and history laughs as stimulus

Fly Paper

this is the bank of neurons simmering Ogilvie sts full with turpentine fans circulating wine a woman with a house key turns hotel into bushels of alcohol lavender oil, HTML code this woman has a name Ogilvie knows names domains stretching between calculated hydraulics with nowhere to gut

this sharp spear tastes liver this code lingers a borrowed edge of esh taste the lips 40 watts slow up thigh Abe has a personal narrative full of shivers and tap dance waiting in the blly of dead metaphors

naked in the funhouse

prison folly words between sternum pressed there is a positive cure for Hydrophobia Ogilvie chew the root Elecampane swig two tablespoons of Gum Arabic avoid water tie helium balloons, 19 round swollen ankles take ight with amethyst in left hand rub those eyes good rub them again and again massage the ower of your kidney Ogilvie you are naked now yes spit on the mirror

Face Ghosts

certain defects in knowing comprehension: this is how to write on glass in the sun

{forbear mutual upbraidings?} after liquid black lead polish are reminders of brevity soft six thunders acres of methadone seventeen linger in basement well with weary I wait the triangle of fool ten lb. of symbol curl in fat heavy cycles of sun guiltless tarot decks letter pressed into shoulder blades

Body ornamental raw sequins in and out the mirror takes on different manifestations the owers are articial still wet with bleach this muscle retracts in a violin string making loops innite which grinds monosyllables into metaphors There isnt a solution Og lifts a chin up from the desert sips on saffron tinctures cuts pinpricks manifolds for the quiet loss of purgatory Furfur grinds skin to skin takes notes opens mouth of China and glass Darling, listen. A great mirror mocks a good mirror merely shapes the withered leak Og lifts a chin a substitute for bones spent

the incision narrow replies

BOOK 0

0.

A ENGAGEMENT FOR

PUL LING TEETH

GENERAL INDEX. _______

Hydra............................................... Sarsaparilla Mead............................ Mock Terrapin................................. Pollux Hieroglyphics ....................... Oyster Soup..................................... Map of Babylon.............................. Silver-Top Drink............................. AMERICAN champagne............... The Bridgewater Triangle............... Milk Punch...................................... Houdini s Perfect Love.................. Ogilvie & Pope-ette ........................ Social Workers Bathing...................

HYDRA

the butcher says butcher this lamb sit with me now that glass of milk sip free* the daughter touches to dance a horse or a star with plastic tongue the serious groom sips on fruit ies a carburetor or a tree eats nothing is old

SARSAPARILLA MEAD

before though there is a cough of mist. sewage, petroleum, hard words, wet woods. Two ask one and one sinks six ngers deep; regret or slap-feet moving, two hands singing old elvish hymnals under oyster slow incision. The goddess simmers not holding back to touch she to move she to cut she rolls her toes accosted across door cross hello and dot of liquored i. as summer is to winter-as water is too much or little then dry- spade or tooth, little of either sex or species initially complete slumber

MOCK TERRAPIN
half a calf liver seasoned in the mouth of memory; fry brown. Hash it, not very ne, dust thickly with sugar; as much as will lie on half a dime

Larry is a time traveler \ face shifts lunar as tide or levee waiting to break relief {waxed in double bourbon a jew and a saudi tied together in a tent Larry has this ring of cesium around pointer nger ballast balanced with repetition a taxonomy is to censure or appraise gut lift take this whole this voice six deep glint two step curl steak lips teeth take moon over bed culture creature laces frustration through gesture promise

Larry walks into ocean at noon half hour blue hair tumble dealer of salt scrub beard of razor or sun sticker teeth over sucker for America's blew blew hardy break across nger breadth re{birth

POLLUX HIEROGLYPHICS

tonight sun is cold.there are good questions.there are no questions. this lung is full of red crusting feldspar forming a planet, timeline, fascism, religion, manifestos of which none is capable to control. an abjection of privilege surges rebel reaction.this lung a map this planet has already read tired over this planet has already read tired over. the you is killing the taxonomical and the object sits there, a rst cage survivor, talking about planets, suns, stove tops, carriages, roses, subways, eshy folds oricing shiver. to wait to wait to wait as space creates innitely more with less . to spear lips fearful as cornerstone with bite, salt, claustrophobic with map. we will dress it for dinner, the table set for testimony in reverse diligent war monger bicuspids silhouetting

OYSTER SOUP

wet with exit with we no crutch hobble from space to referential space, wind builds steam ask then moving lips cut bock resemblance dream sweat where cocoon rolls out sleeping bag singlet shoulder swing history gaze with amnesty ties motion prokyon esh ensemble fetish locks inside grandmaster biology sacred vehicle getaway make time cut doubts say three lovers say conceptual bending icosahedron electric nger say octave raises pull this voice in for not forget re when esh calls numb reconnaissance

 come hungry weather system outlaws whiskey naught dead shadow or overturned prayer coordinates spent parable when there are no more words there are teeth with dirt close to stone stunned parabolic seed { wait for fear close to amen, an upturned spine to helping hand } blood is water is gold was blood was gambler was re was comma was gold was blood was seizure before well was electricity gamut upturned hook through pelvic to turn misfortune lavish tongue touch to teeth

MAP OF BABYLON
great whisper syndrome two tone synecdoche speedway torn caliper fallacy a temple of shoulders ~gradient golden rule waxes basket bull horn cascades empathy (salt and pepper park stop) to wash another {memory I at the bath tossing salt. washing ngers cut with wall or herself himself calculation conspiracy. a saving grace shame belittled by dawn, money, family steed, $ cut stillness a storm abandoned reckless ancestry heaps stretch esh creature reex corners creatures within cuts wall to nger nds re an appetite overwhelmed a ghost story where the ghost will be tedious with not looking { } otherwise, fty years of supper for chin a great nothing belly counted for grave great with eye counting out corners wrinkles dawn faulty precipice time signature quarreling esh for the trouble of telling my tongue greased clean stable poor adjectives tripping chic-lets diligent grindstone of sat here not someone sits me down cotton for teeth leather as curdles aperitif belt lighting cigars bent teeth must between better or signicance two horses without tethers turn cyclical between two hands behind your back and space wet conversation hands textual inscribe second guesses a gesture winter wheelchair window to try between beer wet styrofoam clues of neglect _perennial %

SILVER-TOP DRINK

And it was at that exact moment that the power came back on. One looked to the other one wide eyes picked from slanted ore. She, the one who looked, stared knowingly at the other while waiting for speech to emanate from lungs. There was nothing the other could say and she, the one who looked, knew this to be atomic level truth. That was months ago, perhaps years. Only one now remains, in truth perhaps neither will or would exist. But a ghost only knows how to react when it is seen and usually, when does, the other never speaks. this one though cut rib bone with cold sank through vellum and sang with heart some hymnal better than gold & rich with fever

AMERICAN champagne

sleep or skylight mantra closing eyes or pleasure \ show for show / quiet creep neglects lifted lower jaw of lilted rhythm & blues + earthquake of a ship a goodbye between hypocrites passed esh in pretty pose\ luminous shoulder wet with poet \ conductor stretches and across noon

THE BRIDGEWATER TRIANGLE

> These are hands in winter` > > > Consumption. a bed from dream. and keep my hands off the mouth and. turn written shufe from bed to shower to white towel of tower of babel to sail tie cross cut half a windsor knot > > Color. the capital agreement. skin, the sound of washing hands, spun silk pulled from drooping left eye. reminder or remembrance. deviations of month of hibernation with pollen, propolis swollen lip.s a lock of glass breathing yankee basement upon echo without seasons for lack of since there is little. not intention its countries intellect poised over a corpse of woe > rock or tooth > eye wet then > dry passed by > bell chime or stroke * and see then as recollection waiting > hours sleep or saliva > horns set atop a valleys curvature > before frozen,after wet,butler converted at daybreak > > a good point to interject. > > to > to question then wash or > accumulate dust not > rhythms beg continue and keep > > this is labor of shape > loosely cut inscription bled > corner cardinal > > > > > > > > > > > >

> > > > > > c. > superimposed notch to > sewforeign trance, pitchfork > upheaval slept, hangover > our ood child, salt sun > red beam, holds together > seams only a passing of point > > > one because of mother. father then lead slug upon line a waiting picture spine regulated to 2x4; shaped wood cut rectangular, sleeping well past while blood moves beer through curvature, story knocked with knee > > say: pay your dues > tug toes in deep > > play with carpet > open windows > cut dust with dust > > > > a worried chemical on top step > > thin cut retrograde section 8 > carpet reverb, blood > clean > [saty wter otside syntx]

MILK PUNCH
gs full mouth she wishes root and groundwater green skin then wishes. not an expected wish. but a wish none less. when my sister looks for water she is all day and angry as calamity or leavened bread. she says rise to me beside ocean as de-collage like a mammal with extinction wet upon high brow the next day or day before tin and blood and sweet. of osmosis most times love is to hot to hot to breathe hot cigarette sheets misty as fun house mirrors trees peer corners wait around sift and shake leaves before the suffolk madness of full moon. my harpoon waits shiver a sway in the belly of a tall crooked bamboo. and if it waits longer then for my belly I wish more gold to ll its golem steaming chained within. the sherman who hoots and hollers and sings face between sweltering peaches and takes deserving books from scentless children. my mother speaks of not before or after the war but babylon splits circles dug deep pluck singes the sherman's husband found stupid drunk as babbling

her harpoon is a ghost for to ghost and white gray black is its color. a spectrum without color -the absence and lack thereof where bite meets lip lisping moments after sucker punch sour beer on an even sourer porch the left over writing left in for phallic sake the horse are gone with good squeals long before trees move slow and slow as stagnant water they do here. as my sister mends my shoulder the woods grow dark as they used to before wet nickel Batterie slides she whispers into my ear of the forest and tomorrow how it is never without, and when we do not die in as morning lifts its oars once more we do not smile. she tells me tomorrow we will nd the harpoon her eyes are two dice sullen match none to mine

HOUDINI S PERFECT LOVE

SIP THROUGH A STRAW No one knew how time could work so cruelly, romantically, full of bliss, empty cup, ea jump two handed switch shufe with a tap tap tap of jaw against some guilty overlords great swinging teat no, not a single creature could pull up the soft hem lines against the back of a bent spine without cursing eyelids point of epiphany, the double helix zombie two step, a lost and found milk carton debutante with shimmering potential knocks on the door and gives two cents looks love in the eye and stumbles down the fresh cut front lawn with a too late sorry grievance culture sway of electronic gold gunslinger semblance born of looking glance and champagne overcast ley-lines anxious by the phrase weathered the doorstep licks wounds and settles the foundations consilience

O&P

each rock lifts itself upon reckless tide. shifts weight massless quarking within constants, such as. temporary this slow shudder towards rounds of ringing heels. malevolent tug I ate wandering bread soft in palm. queasy and questioning we ask each other where sound plays weightless with ears. perked interest gives away to. I often look outside, up from the grounds build and question sharp corners magnesium with yeast upon my ngertips. you never pull my hand without taking this mouth rst vodka token. ask me again about today. rst one. then another just one pulls me in white upon lips corner. dusk as sullen ngertip of gilded; courtship weary as our feet upon the stones and wishes none to carry. the syntax asks. water then is what you are asking. pulled root by root. starving hand wet asks the mouth to cup and sunder with less to give. To ask. to ask the arm wet with dirt. dry with mouth wondering. with dry hand the root pulls the soil up and we wait no longer

SOCIAL WORKERS BATHING

monster from moneo I warn, advise.

COORDINATES is a

yellow tooth weightless

slipPING all together

variation of the rst

taxonomy of you is not suture or scar falling into botany from there is a hydra breath through and out epidermis aware hands stretching, smoothing out across curve cage wealth bludgeoning cheeks, purple relief { } a new nightshade not welcome, with erasure