Last
Soonest
And they gasped with their feet for a
very short while, not for long at all.
—The Odyssey, Book XXII
We evolve dust at the coast heaving northward / pinks to clothes / sea
shall shelve /
happiness historical as fab / scheduled before the fact. Immultiplicate
blur branding her
/ gut double zero folded for the closet / heat of salsa bet not in LA
kissed the nape in
slicing so many / candles exalted as atop a cake / to eat eat keyway
& wall sob treasure
& fast / chill my dead / template in the weeks after sheets: full /
stop. Sheafs of incipient
brave works on the floor / slight as nails cleft / over null a question
sects. O to own /
only have been shipped weightless music to Rakuyo whole by her whom we
were / to
marry in the ex / German foundry not vacated then by members lopped off
in rations so
the vessel could float frame / within the frame rarefied. Yet I tenure
my souvenir satellites
to orbs / where they may one morn start / liking the vista of epochal
positioning systems
lovers / cum periodical lists / as prophets of most presentist /
passion and negation
fails this / to be a project was a line from Rilke loss / make the
world different will / that
tenement was beauty never so organically / offaled as eucalyptus
reeling along trails of
quodlibet us once was Bowery / bliss. In its obsolescent train one /
stead yearn soon I
cease / aspiring to glue the broken autobiographies with my proper
spit’s circumscribed
store. / In the wake of sidewalk sobbing was accused / I by huzza-men /
of
contaminated Attic but opaque / daughter of traduction twice over
lacked the rock / to
throw at plateglass killing Taimour / that Dad would’ve exited too fore
had he the
wherewithal / many less the plexiglass promontory for protest and for
months, steam. I
then I decided / to my satisfaction that every temple is from the
devotional point of view
a solecism that has not the archive I / archive reflexively promise the
dark for dearth of
archaic / email—aureate,
jetty, darling stain. Kinda / phony how it made me feel a soul
/ in wifi / joints starving the summer of Yucatan Paris was / & is
elsewhere: shhhh / My
insurance witholds the sickle still / that would remove the plaque on
your / streets and a
dress: whzshh. Well fuckt / that the sea I mean even a missing body
(image created
using a dummy) and this sonar silence / and miss frisson being worth
what happens:
free / no love so madly / importent that one can reify / its imperative
for instance never
to know the name of the ices selling / lass. Let signification roam we
sung said
polymerized. And those / from whom I craved late / Annerkenung esteem
my English /
of the manifestoes, as if the messenger’s hung & kicking / west of
trouble, King, my Jove,
my
wanting nothing but our tarnation,
detritus but not for longing
for a prison tender. It happens. Got rid of yr macabrer fractions over
eden. But what do I do with all these ponies?
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