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Black Hellespontus to the west, splash of scree in a moire so that an impossible carbon fiber exists, shifting. Scrumbrush aloft on an updraft where isobars coming down shift from still-lit side to ruddy twilight. As if an aftereffect of broken institutions newly, freshly broke them. Not that, say, the mix had not been right; that the nitrogen economy was a dangerous external force; that we

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That which a midwestern life wrought; unclaimed dignity of a hard fought living yet not bloody-handed slaughterhouse work, what failing a third coast left is that surety that the blood forthcomes.

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The flu short-shrift of kindling. For as a fever goes the body follows, straining after the healthy ineptitude we all know. Wading, thinking always of the pant leg. Is this the hairsbreadth to threadbare? Clearly each use diminishes the usefulness. Rack of greenware having gotten wet; wick drowning itself in wax and is extinguished. Once mendicant in a sea of other mendicants until

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Soulmate, dividend. Lover of nothing, liver of life leaving, daughter of Ungoliant and Nought. Yet leeching sweetness from the air. Such is the toothache's will. Supplanting the patriotic devices of Enlightenment with magic, we are a well-fed throng of penitents; livery lifters, india ink drinkers, takers of popped-off buttons from the half-pint mason jar where things like that are kept.

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Not cleanliness nor it's long absence. Fruit swoll with sweetness, time tacked to ripeness and is temporal and attendant what, flocking up to greet you, in threes, bodies balloons of sickly orange-green. Small, yet antiseptic forces brought to bear there and there and there. Until orderliness gives way to fruit flies in the bathroom.

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I would employ a tool would and make work but have pause to think. Sweet-corn silk riven into furrows  or salt. Situated that new poem on a walk over a berm of cold soil and husks. And it is presumably still going. Whether the prospectuses piled upon themself is not bellwether yet. Whether the cloud kept riding the horizon, & saucily laid the far side waste in rain shadows, tumbling,

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Not the full bell. Yesokay the full bell.One good one left, which was a honed one oncewither the hand's watch.Not due liberty, notoff with the fringe that.Congeniality attendant.Recidivist of the heart,nonesuch sustainableas the roof, no paperor draught, no kidneys,ovaries, lungs, thumbs.We quite mean, love.More bad olives, andpretty sure pickingthrough clavicle thinneron the left than it once

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If feeling eggsand sowing oatsand nationalism for it's sakegreen growthtriangle accident. Notfalling down a mountain slopebut not climbing fully up it.

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Sapphat, latinategreek which broke.And lo did this dayand week not go off.Turn of the fruit. Darkin at you. Apples asfast as will. Branchwhich, poem. Whereat most there is anout in animals; it goes.The story to leave isnot completely. Returneda true loving-sense.Talks of a down fightingword. Feels experiencebroken. Story turned,love leaving. To paraphrase,say the sharpest thingquietly. Parting

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Seemingly sea, ipecac river."Mother, I am a ditherer.""Lifted the livery from the livid;said: 'Ecstatic: Look At.',"which was of course titularand yet less florid rosacea thansitting in a bath of epsom.If I could whet some moderatemess in the corner, raise an ear—yes, sound a clarionof hops and ash; only.If I weatherer, never near. Butfor offal, bed sores, consonance.

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"I" will carry a candle for you. A leg over or two.Metaphor of extended pain did once; rose wielding cunt.

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Yes, this is a perfect life,bubbling plasticene strife.If immolation, it is a slowone. "Maybe the hectare further,"to "or at least mental absentiaturned to much sleep." in the interim.The cul-de-sac is indignant, yes."Maybe there is a third sideof life." The reaffixed bonnet'sbundled under. It is quite cold.Met you when I'd come to onthe waning half. Picture this;me, maybe fiveteen percent

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On Sunday we gnawedblood and chokecherry.The platelet borephosphorus to arsenicand we ate nightshade.On a colder heath thanone supposed.Braised boulders inwizened eye-corner skin,metal, threadbare Lem.And this is an anxiety thing,too, flash of bright red hair;talons of it. Then wemacerated galloping reamsof numbers ticking up.What was ground dustwas not dust, but verdurous.Cataloguing what

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The paradigm islife ended in parts;no extraneous treepulp, increasedpurview of machines(for numerous reasons),fewer tripsto the theater—fewer theaters.Children would say“You are so old now,”dividing things up like that.You came back. Knowwhat cement set?Quite flat. With horizontalscrape marks on it.This was us.More dense, ifjudging things like thatmakes any sense. Blitteryrabbit cooked on

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Stumbling outdone with the existence responsibility."I don't even know if thisis worth it anymore."Bradley began blatheringafter hibernation.The good airwas either too hot(jockey shorts) orunmitigatedly frigid,(the toggle wool coatand leather duffle bag) butit kept moving.From the solarnorth poleinto night.Cruel crunch ofnot putting the finger on it.Something was not right,yes.If murderous,the

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You, barefooted beauty.Winged Victory, you descent fast.Creeping past old embersand broken glass back. That thathappened years agowas not immediately apparent.It seems to begoing on still.

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Broke, did not knowthe handmade catamaranwas full of reedworm, notin love, overriding the firststanchions, little red book,breathe deep when "what'reyou doing now?" whetherthe good IPO went southand you couldn't get outor did—with fungal aplomb—and balls to the wall andmaking "being very famous"and "life easening" of coldphotographic chemicals andand an old Helmut Newtoncoffee table book.

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The primary pulmonary embolismstarted in the legand moved to the lung later,after two weeks of bed rest.Increasingly the healthy corpusis not the healthy corpus oneremembered leavingon the sofa (yellow leaves andpaisley orange, a little brown).You fell down.Irradiated you,staying a long time,as though Elijah had arrived.You died.

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Malreedy,time to out with it. Fan dancewill attract a holocaust onbusinesses, raze a palsiedpox and germinate anotherin forearm skin. Already adesiccated supplicant againto fill the same full paradigmof haute bags of garbage,trying to stuff pencil erasersinto the face or anything elsewhen leaving the house, pilesof dusty books, dusty shelf,dusty pile of opened junkmail.If Zukofsky wanted the

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Denudeade, Junesea,serfing extra life tothe jittering pinprick.Baron Verisimilitude-Thin, reconcilingyour liniages, askthe embarrassmentdown from the rafter. It isnot a fun evening,sitting in your strife-house by myself.Without boisterousthrill and singlemindeddoe-eyed watching.Which was of glassand blood; a real backyardof Japanese modernismand blight. Okay, blight.

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There is a part of lifehalf. The past fewhaving gotten far worse.Furnaceine daliencier,we three have an attacheeach. Harbinger robot,machine of flesh wroughtof serif'd em-dashes mayyou have the good ideaand implement it, andhave the jeans come apartin the crotch first,(boyishness wearing scarilyfrom your face) and not takeanything not for granted whenthey fall apart. You've swunglow, sweet one.

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Many things are not right;bearing the brunt of liftingthe light from light so thatspot lit dark 'till morning;I put three types of drugsinto the head sack, thatwas a hard way to make itto lunch; that a pig-headedOrpheus who knew the rulesdid not care about the rules;that is a lot of ring to fit"under the white glove;"that one-step-up Cabletownwas a scant improvementyet contractual. (Yes, I

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Drowing in the Junesea,immortalizing the dynamicof stayed face, victuals ofthe fresh flowers of Olmec,choking, grass rubbingson a white tee shirt ofthe inscription on the monumental obelisk, thatsustenance was made from spiders and woolenlepidoptera andpermafrost. Your father'shouse smelt of farawaysmoking, pots of glue,new divorce.

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Desperating placidity. Howcoming to obesity and no onesaid a thing; backdoor, sweatypalms for liberty. Look, wecan do this in small parts.Just for the whack at piece, I wouldsully the rush with my surname,bear the ineptitude of copy-catAaron Sorkins with their kysh,kysh, kysh of blown out audio."All of life has been preparatory,"for depressing things to happen.

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The shell permanents.I live here. And hencehorror fins, coughingup blood, apple pie,making the terrible auspicesof milk solidifiedthat's bone caked open.Coccoon of lead andchocolate that is deliciousand very thick. If yousurreptitiously the coffers,the coffers will detectthe entrance, fight back.The favored aquifers resplendentwith liquid dignity, andeverything. Well of shadowsand a punch-clock.

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Adrenal Auspex, workingthe ruddy hot fromthe neck via collar back.If water hadn't partedit would part yet. Uponentrance he desiccatesfoliage, fauna is angry.He anticipates excessesand dearths of office. He knows the eternal nubbin, catching often on an edge, of work for love. It and he get on well.Strides cuttingly,fissile frontis forall that is visible.

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Once you get your tenterhooksinto me, I'll relent and slither backreptilian and wet, green and black,through horror film night grasses,down the berm, into the cold waterwhere you live.

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Why did you love denimin that way? The longarm-finger that law abidedand you did not. Needled itself into the cuton Christ's chest: warminside, and moist,but not wet. It was likeplaying a few silenthands of hearts and notsex. Where sex is thegash that was rentthere the day before.Lamborghini-gun, howmost of your surfaces arenear parallel to the ground,with a lupine bentinclined forward. The

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A century of progressand of losses. Wasthe brass one; afterthe gold, and the platinum.A little return ofclockwork to the waytime went. Cog teeth,anyway. Interlockingparts. The coastline kept moving into the lake.We'd work harderfor it, and build a shallowroot system dense.Throw the porcelain thingsin crevasses witha loud din. Report fromthe mountains (forminga wall) on the west horizon,come back

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You derisive mite,I am not doingwhat you wilst. now.Whatever. Blair wasvery, verydrunk that night. I betshe wouldn'tremember saying shedidn't love me either,when she'd thoughtabout it. Whatwere we meant to do then?Apoplectic heat-vent,if your mouth won't shut,turn it away from me.If you are breathingdown my neck,consult back. I'm deadnow, but I'mgetting much better.I'm

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A tumblingslagheap. Briggflattsif briggflatts meant nothing.Sulphurous mud andelectrical wiring. Threefourths the food needed.Hiring the antecedents,and then killing themso matriculation comeswith attrition and slogsdeep.And there is a ring there,if it has not returned tothe earth yet (who knowsthese days) as nutrimentfor the dead soil. Nitratesand iron.Scarletina caked in withwhere the

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Oh dross,dappled with dew.It is colder againand you comein rapid bursts.Reciprocity untilthe point of shaking.Us trying to get inthe other throughblunt forceon the front. Youlay there limpid,going about like atidal pool grass might.And then youdid nightfor a long time.Imagine being aschmuck, sittingin the grass and gravelon the side of a road'cause you're lost.Take out a cigaretteand smoke it,

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The equity istwitterpated,I am too.Which, in a weaknessreturned towhat was easy,adolescent fantasy.Like Schieledone up with full shading.It was not funny howyou seemed as thoughfrom your headto the bottom of your spinehad been stretched out!Luminosity of theflesh, yes. Firmnipples that seemedinflated, youngboxer face; small featuresand deep set eyesand big ear lobes.You had a smooth faceand eyes

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How much more to drop a bomb on us?Luring doubtfrom the den,which was anaffable spritewho soughtthe very niceand onlyjust gave up.Who owns the onusof stuff like this:that the stockpileof drugs ran outwhen the hurtingreturned, that thehaircut was a resultof not cutting,the green stripe thatgot wideron one side? wild, did you not drop the /e/ to camaflouge your first

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Those years we lived on bloodand bong water. Had things taken outand replaced in a hospital.If a fair amount of love wasours by right it wasa time of fasting to preserve the feedstock.Andrew, you wereborn in 1972. We had manydinner parties, then livedthe thin life.We gnawed the plateletof good strife, mocked patient zerofor the mawkishness because itwas a good time, had only just begun.

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Not being here costs much,going where he is not.And having one clue leftbut not using it. Austin was far off.Churning the old truth:the first autumn was hard enough,having moved on, even!Sex and being cold.Zeroing out all thoughtand blissed out on what's leftwhich is ash, beer-ends,and having eaten too much;like a dirge Thanksgiving.You are unrightly cold,indian summer notwithstanding,full of old

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This past quarter century:you did a lot of aging,who was seventeen,didn't know what to do.You quit changing a while agowhen the breathingbecame difficult.Vocational school seemednot so good an option,the space pool didn't exist yet.Antediluvian footholdsin the cliff-face. High schoolwas wearing thin. Youclimbed the flagpole, somehow,hung out eye to eye withWilliam Henry Harrison.Memorial statue,

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I'll sing hosanasto the skinbetween the bottomof your tee-shirtand the top of yourunderwear.Bright William,how is the pastelpolo shirt faring now;the horizontal stripes,the summer is overand fall's ascendent?Underneaththe muddy flannel?I may need to beill for a while,to enjoy citrusin a new wayand be drivento long formreading by boredomwith video andnot anything outward.It not beingyou, King of

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You introduced me tothe wall/wall/floor: corner.Nevertheless. Dyspneais shortness of breath.Ukiyo-e: can you imaginea surface so matte thatthe pores come up offthe surface to meet you?If you met jouissance overwater crackers and verynice mustard (the bulbousbrown seeds broken jaggedly,and bits of scallion clearlyvisible in a tough ofamber oil) on the banksof a salt marsh, thatwould be an

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Even the terrible garlic cloveand plump tomato are divinedby your hands and a knife.Izmir is far and wide: this isthe second time it has come up.There are helium lights,it is like nine o'clock at night.There are a series of squareson the oceany vista; the sky is cyan.Being difficult for the sake ofbeing difficult is an M.O. onecan write home to mum about.Dov, we had a nice time;for a decade.

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If the very worst way to dieis drowning, or fire in the lungs,or having taken poison thatyou thought was medicine, oranything; the very least badhappening would still be very bad.This is a fair assumption, Patrick.You have red hair now in a quiff,and a short beard that is neithertoo bushy nor too neat. Like a man into the aesthetics of a little hatchetwith pastel bands on the wood handleand a

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By far the nicerwas not so darka secret, carriedthe ravaged legback from Korea.Erstwhile witnesslifted limbs fromthe listless. Wasa water grass creatureissuing starch andbeing the verticalfibers of plant growth.Going the waythe water went.If still, stopping.If krill, killing.If ass in the M.A.S.H. tent,an affront to the vanquisht.It is simple:You have worked hardyour whole lifeand your station

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Living was a poison,I swear it. Ted Danson existing, the morning commute for whatever that's worthAntidote elipsis,ravagers; elipsis!Crowded mess, isit just in discrepancies? flicker, ear death, the headache or the happenstanceor's itjust easier to discern then?8; 9; 10, fat hen if you think this doggerel's insincereyou're missing it.The smoking wantsthe

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We know hedonism but notlongevity. Who is to say, really,that the smile metastasizedfor sad happenstanceand not as sad evidence thatwe were owed it.

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Not to be party to night, butanguisht little mite, wentfrom quick lark (unpresumptive at first)to the turnscrew happenstance all too well known there is a culvert of time there of snowswirlsthe thumbdrive that each iota alive: he is a drugged boy how could you have…butyou did not put therebut is there. Slacksinew and elastic the night the ruddy cotton fluff

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When we are reducedthere will be even less of us.Justice; like there is onemechanism forgetting it,unbearable thoughit may be.Brutus, you sweet rube;take it all on yourselfthis life'll be ending soon regardless.Trekked what Marathon'd be like,took the bus, preferredtaking the bus.Unbearable is in the making,the paper truss.I am exhausted with thebuttresses.I am getting so cold

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When you said to yourtherapist, "idealismand bunk," and deft jingoismcame in a six packlabeled WEARING UNDERWEARAND A TANKTOP, JACQUES TATI,HAIRY LEGS, ALL DAY LONG...Fairy lights on yourbedroom window,and outside: noir so blackthat the femme fatalecould not abide to kiss your jawlinewith the stones' razor-edgefulof soporific. You smile.It is not so bad a life;shalom night.

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Dead fish,I am wearing all black.You are wearing all black.It is hot.There is a whole notherworld. I thinkfull of the dead fish smelland lubricant.Sunlight when sunlightis not what you want.Malaise getting acuter. Doesmake one want to bleed bloodbring the damning to a head finally.Be dead, even. Or whatever that would certainly be a terminus. at

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If it were the end of this world then the next would be ice. Now, more violet around the edges of the fingernails and nostrils and transparent! as if there is a capillary action to the end.Spastic as the colonin the old joke is,sputtering all around,the result of some fastor other in the presenceof deliciousness.As if blood wouldnot be deliciousif you were

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I've recently happened upon much old writing from my old Livejournal. I'll be editing some and re-posting them. As none of them have titles I will be using the dates they were originally posted for two reasons: 1) to avoid titling what are ostensibly "completed", and to denote that they are ostensibly "of a different period".

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"He was kind of cute!"though sweaty as a beastand lewd. Come-hither sweetness,the race renewal,anything nice.Asymmetrically balanced curvesbuilt on the notionthat the words meantthat one thing:but of course they didn't.Removing suspicionfrom the situationby replacing all doubt with certainty:The 'Texas Chainsaw Massacre happened. Time did what was done to Ozymandias. The virus propagated from the

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Temperance,if you are the prime virtuein the grey heather raglantee shirt, thin from much good use;small distances would stillseduce you from equanimity.Small obtuseness then.When one love breaksand then another.Chastity and her brothersare juiced up and salivating—is like Virgil in late summer.If they could have coffeein the cave of all temporal knowledgethen they could have coffee.If they could

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I am so old.I don't even rememberwhat this ring means.

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Quitidian and self-immolative,wishing the right wish and inefficacy.Lesbian mentor and inefficacy.Quietude, precision, death.

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Whether you come or goconsidering more coffeeor Excedrin with caffeine as if alacrity iswhat one needsto get through this.Whether you knewof the secret virginity I borethose times form Edento Baltimore; Eden to Baltimore.Some were summery and theglasses were obscured with sweat;some laced with silicate dustafter the visit,from the longspentpetulant volcano,who would erupt for youif that were what

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If we were tan,it would be last summer. Reaction is unreliable go with feeling. Feeling is a palsied bitch go with current.If we were alive stillwe'd be swimming in the lake;we never did that before.The outside is so real,like the moving leavesand times the soundsof the train far off comeas in the metric system.As if the three dimensionalcoordinate differencebetween one vector,

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Our fat yearswere a disappointment,excess was banalbefore exciting.It is whenthe patch in your bangswent stark white.For no reason.Things were alright then,much money, yes;sublimating the selffor the us.There is not a finiteamount of this.Though that wouldbe easier.Remember how your jobsat the gas stationsafforded you time forreading?I Lady Macbeth'd,you said don't mess thisup. I didn't. Buthow

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is on a diet.Nothing but filmsand televisionthat keep the motivation upand entropy at bay.Cumin-like soft corepornography; aniseand black peppercornsdefining the lovelyfrom what is not lovely.Need an analoguein the hopeful media;an abdomen raita,if there is one,actically cool and rippling.Psalms of earthly delightbut like dirt thatis important to the fruit's taste.A good set of pins will,but more

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Reciprocity is bunk.I've just done a whole thing by myself.You are an unctuous brathowever much your lacerated junk…Moving from this place to that,geezering foisted upon you and thedigest says this:Take a deep breath. The policewere not right evenafter the indictment. The doors arestill wide openand steam is coming out.

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Never being titular but in lust,to throwing down some sunlighton that: coming up in black letteron white "If This Were Only Lust…"Amory like this is a fits and startsthing, obviously.Never having had sex in the morningand then gone to workbecause the opportunity hadn't presented itself.

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Like crystallinealmost, on the top bough,astringent tartand wet.Coming out of seasonin the summersimpler aspectgrowing widerand wider.

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There is no respitefrom what hid himself.I know this; itis not Augustthough itintimates it.

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Eyes closed, sunrising through milkthis isa morning poem.Buckminsterhad a billion trianglesand weiteration.Imagine the operations for a good lifeare a large machine around you andeverywhere wouldneed to be reinforced.

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Trust this: do notfollow the one who looks dead inside.Honesty, I feel spurned,un-self-confident,confused and fatterand scared—I said it!Back to the axiom:"follow" was "fall for."Just something to consider.

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A hands widthfrom the chestbut the hands width. •Why do I feelsopping wet?Is it the lung fluidcoming back?Is it thatno dry thing exists? •If that wishwere a deathsentence thenwe would live.

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Even the very fatseem to find it,aspect of the Orient,Bond villainesswho can't donormal eye contactit is too intense andshe averts her eyes.

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You walkbut not how they want you to walk.Half the work is not 'showing up,'it's the first part.There are a lot of subsequent partsAnd not subtly, even.You were the cask of Zinfandeltoo saccharine to drinkbut too lovely a wood case to give upall ways. Stumbling around like a drunkor the big brother from the Texas Chainsaw Massacre(it was totally fictional) but this is not fictional.Happening like

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And that fun daywhen elephantiasisfinally subsided.The foot wasthe right size,then, so was I.Summertime whenthe sky is greyand the beach andthe water are denunedof any aspect, butit is hot,cannot tell if high chromaices are when one wantsor deep recesseswhere the sunlighthad not reached yetthat dayand the damp of nightand cold of earthheart awaited.

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If long suffering nascent woundsreally effected your decisionI think we could both live by that.Old domesticity where being acerbicwas meant to affect affection, orcontentment turned to anxiety over timethen to comfort in being their ownhorrible selves with each otherand not worrying about it.I was stupid for sayingto see what was actually there and then not see the lack of a root cause to

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Then appearing to see how children see.You are an infantilizing monsterthough the chest is good. Howall of the properties you were embarrassed aboutI reveled in. The countless tent-pole pores and skin slung between them.How is this gizzard flesh not repellant?But even if not wizening under the clothes this:say you are a totally average kid whothrough literally nothing but inactionfell into

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Remember when somnolencewas a way of life?and awaking on the train but somnolent happened?Damien, I love you.I don't know if I love you.You are a luciferous bitch,persistent as faerie lights—and those pinsto keep the attention span long.The lake house was underwater,required so much maintenancewas the only place wheretemperature-appropriate shortscould be worn, in the summer.The obstinate

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What do the high-chroma accessories do?Wristwatch that is so much powder blue.Bristolian, it seems; though that is lateand late is late is late.Festooning where what bends breaks;after repetition, you understand.And missing a week is missing a lot;constancy of love is nearly exhausting;hard to handle, desperationfor nutriment because man cannotlife on a single sustenance for much longerand being

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Increasingly drowned rat. •I have chartered the Lucky Enoughon a strange trip twice.Into the Anglican disaster and back out againinto realms of delusion and the awful annuitywhose dividends are this:I wanted the children; he never wanted them.The perpendicular junctionis indifferent; both arms loop in on themselves. •"And I don't wanna crymy whole life through," but I do. •As the dope fiend

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Pretty sure constancy,lifting up fingers.Discovering how longthe nails arewhen they leave half moon groovesin the left palm again.You are an old friend, nausea,moving backward real slowlysearching with your flat assfor the horizon of a chair on the horizon.You are increasingly youngor I old.The chest is where it all is.Nostalgia turnedto a fissile beamof concussive force.Someonefrom a group of

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Just wishing that the dead kid were okay,as if survivalism were a sufficient way of lifeand not the beating notthe living. Rot;figurative moral decompositionbut thats not legislatable. •Age mellows;makes one less willing to changebut less affectable.Makes one say"This is my boy," and"Away or do not;it makes little difference;just do less,"and less is done.Maybe there is a new disease involved;

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"Reciprocity!" as muchas "Sanctuary!" ever was.In A Warning BobCreeley is saying"All that I need to keep this goingis for you to conjure a little desire;or I'll conjure it for you!" •The hug, in which indigo rubbed offa little bit,that urea messis a hard nut to crack.

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Bricks radiate heatat night •Winter,now as much as blight.Acumenas much as not. •Livery liftedfrom the affectand plastered on the side of a boattwice, onceand then once againas it is falling off. •Thor's Day, youare a mythical disappointment;florid in the motions thoughstumbly with words.I am a broken man;you must know this.

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Your boyfriend took Jethro Cavevery, very seriously.He may still be sixteen; seventeen?Apperances; a rip in the jeans.This is not a poemabout your boyfriend.

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Some hundred Earls' of Sandwichnew requisite: sestinas of devotion;though stoically delivered by asquire—in the squire's own hand.That new UO sundressis insufficientbitch.

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If when just seeing you,saw a flash of light by your chinthe size of a tangerine,that was bright, but notblown out, transparent;does the light lilt?You were a seventeen year oldand like belt and suspendersdoubled upon hands in the pockets,light blue jeans and a white tee-shirtwith the sleeves rolled up a little bitto show where the bicepcomes in and goes backout again.Hats had to sit jauntilyon

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If the art of watercolorwere not a cenobiticalperformance art, likegauche; but not quite.Restricting in the formalpurview like a haiku poem.Do the best that you can.

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Copperplate etching,you were never a"photographic method,"at all; being limitedby the minute imperfectionsand their accrued effecton pixelation.

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Weft thread,you are the bane of my existence;ruiner of my selvedges.The art of turning modernto the hand,and all it'simperfections.

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Photography, youare a moving target bitch.Analog or digital, does it matter?Does it's mattering matter?Always second runner upto painting, but wasn't worse,just did less with less.

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IF ACTUALITY WERE LIKE VIRTUALITY THEN IT WOULD BE A LOT EASIER TO GET FROM ONE PLACE TO ANOTHERYou are telling me that the internet is not real, and that we are real, as people, with physical bodies, on the actual Earth, which is made of mud and rocks and twigs and not just numbers being calculated however efficiently and however effectively translated to something approximating of the real

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Last monthwhen you tore Herrick's throat outI supposed that you crossed a line,may've had to leave Windsor Terracestay with your cousin in Blightyuntil the heat cooled off.But then not, and then onetook Siegfried's sanguine lifefrom two throat holes and so revealed thathe'd been dead for a long time,since 1800 something some saidand though fabulously well-connectednot well loved. But a

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Small bottle of Svedka, empty;talismanic of it's consumption out of reasonable proportion.Lifting up the internet in one clean and jerkas if it were something illicit and needed to be moved quickly to a place of camouflagewhere a complex architecture of objectsis an accidental mess of film canisters,resumes,sketches of the legacy tattoo, red

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If aesthetics would visit violence on men, thenit would be a moral imperative.If sweetness were just a matterof enough roushing and appliqué.If the wrists that the vivisectionistworked over with scalpel and elasticin the pattern of vined-growth;a filigree of one thread crocheted.A ruffled bodice, and the whiteforearms and fingertips.

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Locus of all these boxesstriated with what energy would look like.Bathroom is still sepulchral,front gate a porticulous of white hot rage and disappointment.Being on the edge of somethingmoving backwards slowly which was a container shipof inborn possibilitywrought with gilt rivets and platinum D-ring tie-downs.The

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However much back and forth play it hadthe plague ravished both of us.You, wife and kids, presumably,and through crossfire at schoolor strife on the grain bus overa few hands of cereal mealthey die. She grows full of ennuiin the black felt tent in the backyardfor grieving, or something like that.Me, everything virulent with blight;say, mother dies, grandmother dies,house burns to ash and melted

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Dinner plate denudedof nutriment, butplinking out with buckshot.Where, like, the game fowl's a foalor something equally reasonableto eat.I do not know what buckshotis made of; is it still lead?but eating it can't be good.How if this were a conditional statementyou would be an actuary,if this were a bowlful of black peppercornsyou would be the peppercorns.

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Oh my God do I admire himfor whom youth still holds inexplicable thinness.And may be that still ignorantof ignorance but increasinglyknowing the little things of sweetnessis an adulterating force.How education once was paramount,but a staid eventuality, nowis atrophied; very, very tired; somethingas fantastically wished for as respite.And you, yet, may crush on the math tutorhave a wardrobeful of

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If there were a childhood of lightand not thought thennot Detroit.I don't even remember what it was liketo wake upon the secluded island beachfearing the sand and treesas muchas anything I'd left behind.

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To see, seem.Gentilitythesetimes of inequityin retrograde.You have grownthe funereal beard too,and made it throughthe stoic summerin a tank top.I am sweatinglike a fat friar in two cassocks.I have vanquished the cilice of thoughtand still wear it.I have been promised "Live foreverin sexual idyllics!"and if in consequencehe eunuch,still with the appraising glancewe both know.

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I am like a pastrami madefrom lots of little parts but mostly fat.Transparent and mostly delicious,hard until warmed up a little. #Dead, until death comes back;rotting with a tenacity ofaffection—at least.Can't eat, no means of digestion.Eat anyway. What will happento food in the dead stomach?!Missives of this anyway; the oldman who smiles too much,or like thinking about deathto the point that

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Manifestation of you twenty five years earlieroverlarge black jeans seemingly starchedsyndicalism, however you want it to be.What were you considering having pierced then?were you still practicing your falsetto on the back porchlate in autumn so that things are covered in leaves and you're stuck with just one bottle of white wine in a canvass knapsack, your cellphone,an old dreadlock. It is next

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If you died and instantly disappeared like Jedi dowould my boot search the sleeves which have not yet collapsed without the skin cylinders of your arms to hold them out? It would!I would go through your bagI would find gum wrappers and bobby pinsI would find a stash of white cocaine in a little bag, or mashed up perccets all in a film canisterI would find a schedule for the Blatino film festival.

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If the dog were a determined despot,nope, Christ knows it's not as simple as a despot.You are one complex fucker God,remembering Franco fondly.Stalin so unlike Marx or Whitman? caring for his countrymen as much as a rock—which is to say, a lot.If despotic race could raise alpaca and all have and wear fine wool garmentsif this silly bitch news magazine journalistif the eyes peered from behind a

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"Wait, so you're saying this job has required complicatedly networked computers, a seismometer, and a microwave beam satellite dish strapped to the back of a cellphone. I can't have done it. I don't have the money."But its equally clear that he could have had a backer, or a nest egg in the Grand Caymans fattening in the tides of galactic commerce. This bit of rage dump, transmissive as a quick

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How you said "I can smell your acne face wash."Well you smell like a pouf chav wearing Axe deodorant!And your illiteracy was paramountbut for something like Niffeneger.And you programmed the animotronic band for Chuck-E-Cheeses.And you had theosophical parents who told you you were the last king of Atlantis.(They actually did this!) How many demeritswould you get for doing drugs like this, and

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