A.

Malreedy,
time to out with it. Fan dance
will attract a holocaust on
businesses, raze a palsied
pox and germinate another
in forearm skin. Already a
desiccated supplicant again
to fill the same full paradigm
of haute bags of garbage,
trying to stuff pencil erasers
into the face or anything else
when leaving the house, piles
of dusty books, dusty shelf,
dusty pile of opened junk
mail.

If Zukofsky wanted the A.
for the aleph or 'change in,'
he would read a lot of news
for the perspective. Look:
coptic christians in a yurt,
(my feet hurt) when a free
course of vaccines for children
somewhere close, and they
all end up hacked to death
with large knives called urvids.
You wouldn't've know about
this otherwise.

Through the Noguchi Coffee Table

Denudeade, Junesea,
serfing extra life to
the jittering pinprick.

Baron Verisimilitude
-Thin, reconciling
your liniages, ask

the embarrassment
down from the rafter. It is
not a fun evening,

sitting in your strife
-house by myself.
Without boisterous

thrill and singleminded
doe-eyed watching.
Which was of glass

and blood; a real backyard
of Japanese modernism
and blight. Okay, blight.

Your Erudition

There is a part of life
half. The past few

having gotten far worse.
Furnaceine daliencier,

we three have an attache
each. Harbinger robot,

machine of flesh wrought
of serif'd em-dashes may

you have the good idea
and implement it, and

have the jeans come apart
in the crotch first,

(boyishness wearing scarily
from your face) and not take

anything not for granted when
they fall apart. You've swung

low, sweet one. You
anxioust in the drab

cotton jumpsuit. You've earned
your erudition.

Many Things Are Not Right

Many things are not right;
bearing the brunt of lifting

the light from light so that
spot lit dark 'till morning;

I put three types of drugs
into the head sack, that

was a hard way to make it
to lunch; that a pig-headed

Orpheus who knew the rules
did not care about the rules;

that is a lot of ring to fit
"under the white glove;"

that one-step-up Cabletown
was a scant improvement

yet contractual. (Yes, I could
have know it's fuller extent

if that is so right a thing. Yes,
the parallel lines slathered

in bright red paint. Yes, the
waste-chest compact 'till

white rind is 'exhausted,'
in the 'Shanti Shanti Shanti,'

that is the orient reoriented
to big ovular teeth, nearly

all of them, "very excited
to have made it here," "

Really, Very excited to have
made it all the way here.")

Your Father's House

Drowing in the Junesea,
immortalizing the dynamic
of stayed face, victuals of
the fresh flowers of Olmec,
choking, grass rubbings
on a white tee shirt of
the inscription on the
monumental obelisk, that
sustenance was made
from spiders and woolen
lepidoptera and
permafrost. Your father's
house smelt of faraway
smoking, pots of glue,
new divorce.

Desperating

Desperating placidity. How
coming to obesity and no one
said a thing; backdoor, sweaty
palms for liberty. Look, we
can do this in small parts.

Just for the whack at piece, I would
sully the rush with my surname,
bear the ineptitude of copy-cat
Aaron Sorkins with their kysh,
kysh, kysh of blown out audio.

"All of life has been preparatory,"
for depressing things to happen.

the Painstake

The shell permanents.
I live here. And hence
horror fins, coughing
up blood, apple pie,
making the terrible auspices
of milk solidified
that's bone caked open.

Coccoon of lead and
chocolate that is delicious
and very thick. If you
surreptitiously the coffers,
the coffers will detect
the entrance, fight back.
The favored aquifers resplendent

with liquid dignity, and
everything. Well of shadows
and a punch-clock. Diktat
of the lake in leather boots,
and freshwater scepter. If
You are gods created through
malfesence, Neil Gaiman

verisimilitude and
anxious lax sweat burnt,
there still is reciprocity
ascendant. Ossifier made
of water and of fire
you are as much
a game of 'wait for

something to happen' as
all else. What a shame for
the structuralizer.
Trading the faux fur in
and touching the steel dick.
The shell permanents,
your farcical chest-shape.

Experiment, see if
there is a finer painstake.

the Auspex

Adrenal Auspex, working
the ruddy hot from
the neck via collar back.

If water hadn't parted
it would part yet. Upon
entrance he desiccates

foliage, fauna is angry.
He anticipates excesses
and 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 for
all that is visible.

Where You Live

Once you get your tenterhooks
into me, I'll relent and slither back
reptilian and wet, green and black,
through horror film night grasses,
down the berm, into the cold water
where you live.