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Next come actual sentences. Don’t worry. I’m getting there. We’ll look for what I know and will discover next to nothing but that’s okay. I’m terrifically meta today. Or have been for the longest time. A problem with substances not my own. Next to nothing belongs to me, so you get next to nothing. ”The eye was placed where one ray should fall, that it might testify of that particular ray." That’s my queer logic. My finger pointed at my finger runs afoul of Mr. Emerson. The eye was placed where one ray should fall, that it might testify of that particular ray. Testify. It does neither go on nor actually stop. Make of that what you will. Testify, syntax.
This instant. Recognized a failure to have meant. O there’d been plenty of saying. And it had been. What. A frenzy. A fence. Even once originally a kind of spiritual ecstasy. Or the attempt. To conjure the god who of course wouldn’t allow it. But here. I go on at this. Talking as I don’t talk. Because talking as I do talk is nothing. Hi. How are you today. Cold out again but going to warm up this afternoon.
And this. Instant. Effort to combine my intention with your interest. To re-attach the line. So you might know something again. Look. There’s a U.S. flag blown flat out atop the green copper roof of a pale maybe limestone structure. Solid. Square. A great hall or elegant residence. We can only imagine. Atop twelve. Maybe. Stories of offices and smaller apartments. An anchor. Atop there. To its left a city flag. Blown the same. Instant.
I may have been too dramatic. Looking for attention in the instant. But listening to Dylan here. It’s clear we’re at the end of some world now. And some of us are not too uncomfortable. But what’s to come. Apart from my single death or yours. May be the ongoing ruination of the world. At the hest of a relative few who want more. Of anything. Leaving us in the instant. To care for each other. The most extraordinary. Beautiful ones.
So the effort in the instant. To step past my petty fears. Locate an acceptable form. Of address. To talk about the world again. Site of our love. Where we found ourselves cracked or dented. In a cloud of diminishing returns. Losing and lost. My language turned on itself. I knew words. Past them there be dragons. Lacking the soil to plant I let the air have it. Instant air. Enough for anyone. Air for sure. But just that.
felt like he caught this train after it left
send us your examples
no riding without the road
not so full of poem that I’d boom! expand
certainly an inauthentic addition
belonging does seem to have said
here we are are we here
no pasaran … look the other way
speeding toward you whoever you
the inevitable won’t exceed its
ownership of this moment the sky
tends to voices in color propped
along the edges by other edges as
practically practiced lines about
denial we say this must move less
outwardly than our shabbily hoarded
purchases piles of time on time
less like a dictionary than a junkyard
our dust will settle exquisitely
around and over our guesses
In practical pain an orchestra is our
immediacy. Fitted. I link the muscles
to an intimidation, the energy of an
unmediated unmanly momentum toward
our preposterous alphabet of charity.
to have looked at the whole and understood
but what what where and who when did it why
a little or a lot press on and hold it hope
the neighbors and strangers the mom dad kid
rising and dropping colliding colluding to say
alright. so this is our wretchedness.
not so precious as numbers seem to you.
like well-caught fish they flop so promptly.
so for all benign ineptitude we’re here.
was probably the fish in situ
how we felt inside the pool
as ever one stood up along-
side these fancy eliminators
of suits so long unworn as
miracles of golden fieldwork
sweated as pliant & derivative
energy in scales and hooks
taken at our word for money
long walks through histories of pleasure
hold this absurd thing together
yes we are worried
at the edge
tarp: tar me off a piece of that whiskery hummock
piece: a preferential option for apple over punkin
over: asserting the truth of an accidental reign
reign: one more time before the settlers roll off
before: taken at foot value, slick as a heavy tarp
no, it goes beep beep
so the serpent
chooses to be brilliant
move a bit to the left
I see you got it
in the mail today
from the fun the fear
it helps to be a little
tipped bent elongated
servant of the simple
in the eye the summer
the lies medicate
lubricate the day
an extravagant metaphor
one of the scurriers or one of the sick on mats
rushing to beg mercy of the odd one lost on his own
as it feels to be in the world with or without shoes
rattling down chutes to heartbroken buckets or queries
anyone might climb up from the miserable questionable id
a little french accordion said after some rainy fun-time
food in this part of town take the children to the interior
many items await our vast and disproportionate consumption
even here there is something to learn about the scale of anyone’s intentions.
or about the breath it takes to say say this or that from the heart’s pulse.
or in the brain the mind’s lines of fire at the edge of smoldering documents.
as in how one may not try very hard but the lucky even happy hurts converge.