align the signs
synesthete matutine
in signal file

shard bag in laugh cell
o queasy Annotator

coming to a B&N near you

don't let someone else tell you what to do (& other paramaxims)
vague advice press, shelf-help distribution (c), 2013. index cards.
(pap philosophy)

people should learn to be less didactic

personally, I don't care for lyric expression

if only we could not speak in absolutes

I'm not sure that I get understanding

I just wish we could not want

at this point in time, can you even use a word like paradigm

what if we all just give up hypotheticals

take time each day

reign pyre to local brambler
fetching milquetoast caution
Stab a thief in the knife

well, if you encyst

#&

slit silt stil (list

hail take your shoes
you're tracking oblivion
all through the house
welter of parchment
paper see & probable whist
well while you war
singe protracts querulous
titles for being little
they'd better will & albeit
far from we if
that's all you get it's
all you get maybe all that you
get's it if that that
that meted out-measure
mattered if
if if & its it wore prettier
habits to sit on
spindly caste minding even
such such were the ploys
halved & to whole hell
uneven evening tripe
a spot unripened callus a
small wafer bewavering pier
is it us come to this
it is pare all's
all well is well, is hail
through the house

we came saw concurred

(sigh) tis in sight isn't

awthentic

ready-to-hang

Jackson Mac http://loriemerson.net/2012/12/05/the-whole-world-is-faking-it-computer-generated-poetry-as-linguistic-evidence/

#15

from "The Little Girl I Once Knew"

She's not the little girl I once knew
(She's not the little girl I once knew)
She's not the little girl I once knew
(She's not the little girl I once knew)

She's not the little girl I once knew
(She's not the little girl I once knew)
She's not the little girl I once knew
(She's not the little girl I once knew)

She's not the little girl I once knew
(She's not the little girl I once knew)
She's not the little girl I once knew
(She's not the little girl I once knew)

She's not the little girl I once knew
(She's not the little girl I once knew)

-Brian Wilson, Al Jardine, Bruce Johnston, Mike Love, Carl Wilson

if I were me,
noʎ әɹәʍ
&, you were
noʎ әɹәʍ әɹәɥʍ
where I was,
l sɐʍ әɹәɥʍ
then you were
sɐʍ l әɹәɥʍ
where you were
әɹәɥʍ sɐʍ l
where I was
noʎ sɐʍ l
if where I was
әɹәʍ noʎ ʍoɥ
was & were you
sɐʍ l әɹәʍ
& if we're
ʍoɥ

say the eye in sky
the ear in here
Tiresian blindfulness

saidition's song

a  g  l  a  n  c  e    s  e  n  t    w  a  y  s  i  d  i  n  g
s
i       p  e  r  p  e  n  d  i  c  u  l  a  r    s  a  c  r  a  m  e  n  t
d      a   
e      r       f  r  a  m  e    o  f    u  n  i  '  s    l  e  s  i  o  n
w     a      o
a      l       r
y      l
s      e      w  e
        l     
g              a
l       s       r
a      a       e
n      c
c      r       m                  a                  n                  y
e      i
        l
        e
        g
        e

 the great canon to the Cloud shall tell




(                                                            )

W

"two valleys in a valise" -christian bök

vice inverses
vises verses
vies is versus

vie sin,
     verse us

Be sure to annunciate clearly so your words are not mist aching

or is it

that sounds swell
that sounds swell
that sounds swell

 

'gestive

 hints hence hands hens

odds end ands

"nature, sticks/ in our throats"

iambs o sing yule or I am so singular aye em sow singler eye him sew sin galore

hunt red thundery flours
george gas coin

quart of order quartered

hordes of corridors chords horrider hoarser a corse coarser oars of chorus horsed (orator the court)

doppelgängnam style

"for voice is a sound with a meaning"
one might say

in someblance

full someones counting some ones. full counting of ones & somes. onesomenesses full of counting full of countings

close your ears & count to nil

the time it takes to

Once upon a pun
itself takes time
takes upon itself time

oui

        at sound 1

        notes 

   denote 

      astound

       note 

          unsounder 

 asunder 

                sonorous 

   cordons 

        annotated

             surrounding 

              cordant 

      dissonar 

           sonic 

sun 

              downer 

             sower 

 un 

           under as


1. as under un sower downer sun sonic dissonar cordant surrounding annotated cordons sonorous asunder unsounder note astound denote notes sound at

froward

(writes) speak pattern speak patter speak pater speak pate speak pat speak at speak a (speaks)

poem beginning and

1. and who are you

2. your annihilative, born to infinity

.

. shallowy shall we show she showed itself & it selved shone lifeshelved & lo,      it shew

visuaurality & the like

phenomena

ɐuәɯәuoɥd

↖

                     molehills

Ahearn/ ya heard

psychotisemal

immanent suggest from sign to signal

acousticlairvoyage in scythe time

 phonecull linguist palate (hear palette

although spiritlike, sound is not the ghost but the body of our meaning made––the form-assuming echo in visitation

forgettably unforgettable
he would say something like that far shore

io, silenc

                     . dividion logic envelop(e)s breathe

                      r

elation of sonic

                     ere late 
er have a heard time

sunshade unsheathe unshade sunsheathe

composing composting
      ǝuılɐǝɹ ʇuǝɯuƃılɐǝp
     old & olding subject etc
plnoɯ ǝɯɐs ǝɥʇ ǝɔuɐɹǝɟɟns

ǝpıls llɐɥs ɟlǝsʇı uǝʌɐǝɥ,,

corporat

Let light in
there be the

firmament
         terra
ʇuәɯәɹɔxә

Origen opus
perchance it

nongenteel subaudience

SIR HENRY WALTER DAVID THRALEIGH

having the merit of being
being the merit of having

my generation (about me
ǝɯ ɟo) uoıʇɐɹǝuǝƃ (ǝɯ ɟo

more credible & lifelike
like & credible life more

compass my virtue rasa
uǝ ʇuǝɯnƃɹɐ llǝɟ ɐlnqɐʇ

pǝssǝɹd ploɯ ǝɟılǝʞıl
pressed mould lifelike

seeving parsimonial

vicissitude option cancels tire month
open then
entry lunge will feint certain query a
then open
cancels option tire vicissitude month

and

wend on well lost in tracks of time

mind

time of tracks in lost well on wend

and

Seemn't how Shallow hurtle
way some finding

melancholicavity

*from Robert Burton's The Anatomy of Melancholy, What it is: With all the Kinds, Causes, Symptomes, Prognostickes, and Several Cures of it. In Three Maine Partitions with their several Sections, Members, and Subsections. Philosophically, Medicinally, Historically, Opened and Cut Up

pretendentious lyric

 let me tell you

ssǝɔoɹd
the audacity of
ʇɔnpoɹd

let me tell you

                                                                     

G

                                                                        G  U

                                                               G  U  I 

                                                      G  U  I   L

                                             G   U  I   L  L

                                    G   U   I   L  L  O

                           G  U   I    L  L  O  T

                  G  U  I    L   L  O  T  I 

      G   U   I   L  L   O  T   I  N

       G   U   I    L  L  O   T   I  N  E

"Something fell
And jingled in the infinite."

-Fernando Pessoa

surcadian | cubomalaria | maniarchism

veigh cant

slipshod mender – of a fine sole – time the great deleter – wellspring filler – isn't it time we – funnel cake – patagrams & introject – say aren't you – exeunt token category – whilst it become something more – hay in a needlestack – single file – suture abrasions these – shunt rejoinder no small – word cinder – the inveighsion of – bungle set – surround the alarum – shaken we stirs in huts – sundry quailed equations – forget its forged et – drail – ream and ream – try against

time the great edifier

                       edificer
                                   great the
                                                 time

Come along with ye

"And when these things unite in a man of greatly superior natural force, with a globular brain and a ponderous heart; who has also by the stillness and seclusion of many long night-watches in the remotest waters, and beneath constellations never seen here at the north, been led to think untraditionally and independently; receiving all nature's sweet or savage impression fresh from her own virgin voluntary and confiding breast, and thereby chiefly, but with some help from accidental advantages, to learn a bold and nervous lofty language––"

Herman Melville, Moby-Dick; or, The Whale

On doing shit

shimmy text shimmy

fidels 

the sound sounds
the word words
the form forms
the pitch pitches
the look looks
the shine shines
the bellow bellows
the yawn yawns
the sigh sighs
the hear hears
the matter matters
the wish wishes
the swell swells
the shock shocks
the blow blows
the bust busts
the wind winds
the throb throbs
the well wells
the steam steams
the sail sails
the boil boils
the rail rails
the wait waits
the plea pleas
the trust trusts
the wander wanders
the flame flames
the welcome welcomes
the mire mires
the gird girds
the rapture raptures
the wring wrings
the sing sings
the rub rubs
the fallow fallows
the sire sires
the rule rules
the sand sands
the hide hides
the time times
the prowl prowls
the fend fends
the shirk shirks
the find finds
the lust lusts
the sham shams
the wile wiles
the prod prods
the reel reels
the cry cries
the haunt haunts
the jinx jinxes
the fell fells
the dress dresses
the wound wounds
the guest guests
the rein reins
the rime rimes
the wrest wrests
the game games
the guile guiles
the yell yells
the shape shapes
the thrall thralls
the cradle cradles
the keep keeps
the ground grounds
the voice voices
the shaft shafts
the rest rests
the tryst trysts
the there theres
the the thes

ars polemica

elision's field

who        in heaven
I would as          go
between art & lief

perhaps because although of maybe
second life as thou be a tress

5x fasten

essential & so forth, essential are essentials upon essentials, this essential & not that essential; essentialities, because essence & chill, these are essential, essentially

manifelt density

the unweighed

read: ennui'd

life is not worth

so quick bright things

writers and allegoricians

 Godpart & parcel, O my Arithmect

and life in the universe. as a man on a camel. practically jumped off. the multinational historic. milestone ideas, beyond the. the nature of reality. in our field. the wee hours. of a curious species. their origins. a dark universe. a rock-concert. something very much like it. a rendezvous with destiny and symmetrical laws. from flaws or breaks in that symmetry. field, a cosmic molasses. wading through. a bill going through Congress. our hands like moonlight. neither atoms nor life. gravitational scaffolding. more to the story. around the corner. Internet buzz. as breakneck analysis. is the gold standard in. stick out my neck. like mountains from the sea. an incredible thing. the “goddamn particle". a ring of discoveries. dealt a complex hand. that will. Now some fun

| to be |

"The tradition has always been that you may more or less describe the things that happen you imagine them of course but you more or less describe the things that happen but nowadays everybody all day long knows what is happening and so what is happening is not really interesting." - Gertrude Stein 1936

+

"The closed parenthesis reads: the dead bury the dead,

and it is not very interesting." - Charles Olson 1946

+

"It's the peculiarity of the literary man to hold forth about his own nature, to become mired in a mess of contradictions: clear-sighted and despairing, solitary yet at one with others, making fine phrases out of his bad conscience, etc. It's been going on for quite a few years now and has begun to be profitable. But all things considered I've never found it very interesting." - Georges Perec 1972

irreversible comma

semblablebubblebabelblahblehblundersomesemperphilokilocompadrecomacommacomestibletemperateblessinglessonslesseningloosenglisteningglisteringblisteringglasshasteningchasteningfasteningfashioningchaperoningchagrinblitheringblastingballastingbatteringbatterybuttressingbreakagescheherazadingbramblebeleagueringbastionsupbraidingbologna, low fat

species - special - specious

text as tourist. language as souvenir. literally, coming near. praxis of proximity (read paradise) gained.

glyphony

+.

hired gun

a fire reads smoke. where's foot there's fall & cannot fulfil. I is not palindrome. its knot binds not their semblance. bundles hush.

infrastructure's Rime

rustling leaves in the parking lot
someone pissing on concrete Pessoa's
"profusion of selves" speaking (to Me)

made flesh ready word

point of conject or abjur. hemispheric say not in sense of holograph. not a haranguing but vector. meaning you what is saying.

Unfriend

Sorry, human, I am not your friend. Machines don't have friends, only other machines.

simul

a corpus with-

in a corpuscle         

i        or us  wit       

a co              - 

p     

               leth-

           a             l                 

or         

in                         

               leth-

            e

.

 

   

A civilitarian expressive

not what is personal

& periphery but

whatnot is personal

recovery of the lʎric

I, the undersigned consumer, do hereby

having a Patchen sort of day

"Poem"

Feeling chilled in that cold country
and having no fuel at all to light a fire
this deliberate man assailed his own shell with flame
and as he stood there, burning––
shivering men passed, muttering "He is a great fool"
but he answered them quietly, saying
"I am warm now and it shall never again be dark"

Dying, he turned his face from death
and there were commemorative cities built and destroyed
on the spot where the man himself had never stood

-Kenneth Patchen, from First Will & Testament (1939)

iGnostic

Can I just say.

you are here now

a full sentence. absconding spaces. neon black. start every morning by deciding which view you want to see when the fadeout

moral l'amor

missive cinchings

I've missed.
emissive had.

missile sd.
dismissal.

simile &.
the missal.

offal vile.
et I smile.

is not unlike

      who are you

ʇou noʎ ǝɹɐ oɥʍ

Newsies

north riven 

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immanens

1. Whom. w/ HMO. W = ohm.

 

2. .Resist sense .cyst Resents .His 3¢

3. Destroy. destory.

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@OhWonka

Oh, there's a Condescending Wonka twitter account? Tell me, how many riffs until this formula is funny again? #trendingflopics

Poem eighteen

dear me,
sleep on my belly leaves my body feeling heavy & hot yet hollow typing light so my tree trunk fingers don't smash tiny keys my hands full in gargantuan sleep they don't feel even the weight of their own pressing in the morning my arm shot through with lightning things like funny bones remind there is sensation almost makes me cry to know it can be lost & unthought pain hurts most when they find the cure for worry that will be the end of feeling I cried once a route canal a natural side effect of the anesthetic they said it was expected but why did I feel sad about no feeling in my face why was it real crying I began thinking of death which comes to me mostly on planes or in the skidding toward collision but it was a sense of death a senseless living I never want to feel it again tho this is pretty close my hands rubbing because I make them say so don't be so melodramatic it's just nerves but what if my nerves say what they like & that thing leaves be on the scout for replicable sensations or innocent songs maybe will do I'm near sighted but nearing the not seeing tradition maybe I don't want to see the inside what ticks my explaining will improve I'll find new words to translate the being I've constructed what you'd call hands or soul a flood of feeling to part with a moving breath you can't get hung up on these things keep liking keep doing never provide yourself the option of failure even if nothing else seems to be seen or sense I sense the wavering in your words what makes you think I'm enjoying this this constant intake of air & sound can people die in their sleep if they have no sense no loss of see no thinking to thing about

move,

               Hands

Poem seventeen

before walking

what did people do before walking
I was born mostly in the 80s
there's blood in my veggie burger
never been good with maps
red lentils my new fixation
receipt's under the fridge
Seymour swats, mews
picking blackberries
try to discriminate tart from the not
they're not real berries 
says Wikipedia but real phones
the lookout looked as if
we could ride the power lines
straight into Birmingham
the mines were off-limits
imagined we enter still
distrust how well this is going
our tryst with Tzarism but which
kind Catherine was great

Poem sixteen

salad days,

when I was green in gorgement

maladies,

when I was gleam in ailment

rhapsodies,

when I was free in movement

fallacies,

when I was beat in argument

palisades,

when I was lean in besiegement

readymades,

when I was stream in content

Poem fifteen (term paper-writing edition)

amn't

I'm onto you
I'm in the backseat
I'm with the parson's daughter
I'm from the moon
I'm under the auspices
I'm aside the fig tree
I'm beneath the mattress
I'm of all people
I'm aloft the vale
I'm without a name
I'm beyond thunderdome
I'm in good company
I'm at the inn
I'm within the vault
I'm above the law
I'm around the corner
I'm below the deck
I'm about the yard
I'm upon the notion
I'm inside the wall
I'm about to

Poem fourteen

summerbunching

because she red idle mentions thought frankly sense pulls respective margin cold sheer clasps avenue lust freckling articulate ceviche smiles read verlaine ticklish hard breath shiver under beeches reddened palms tingle human lathered tile quiet color sound blind swimmingly compressed french holding brightest how about nightwalking close bunched hair late constellate mornings showerfucked libel teeth bruise thrown nap heat dry neck island frequents morose furniture red shaking paw comfy rushing pull into absent fingers sway untimely whispers unslept yearns wakeless dreamt and dreaming he

Poem thirteen

essentially fronts
or let run the gaunt
& abstract negations
of miasmic light
or cotton rather
"symmetry created to
my fellow denizen
sojourn (stay for a day
into the woods, by
seasonal patterning
of rings of ridged
round & cozy
if only to wake
my neighbors up
blood in the midst
is not an unreal
two circles
leave us chiasmi
to circle back
in fear of hope
could you"
"you could

Poem twelve

Poem eleven

I like this shirt. I don't want to stop wearing this shirt. I want to go on wearing this shirt. I dislike the smell of the armpits of this shirt. I remove and prepare to clean this shirt. I start hot water, unscrew the detergent, procure a cloth, and commence scrubbing this shirt. I scrub only the armpits of this shirt. I neglect the other, cleaner parts of this shirt. I don't see a need to scrub the perfectly undirty parts of this shirt. I don't wish to completely drench this shirt. I plan at the nearest possible convenience to continue wearing this shirt. I admire the modest blue and beige pattern of this shirt. I go on dates wearing this shirt. I go to work and class wearing this shirt. I sit alone watching unsentimental art house films in this shirt. I avoid speculation as to healthiness of my fixation and resigned indifference to this shirt. I slide over rings on the shower curtain rod so to hang this shirt. I grow impatient and set up the iron and ironing board for this shirt. I turn on the iron and think about the town where I bought this shirt. I remember the person I was with when I bought this shirt. I imagine the store, the aisles, the rack where I found this shirt. I also bought a sweater, three books, and new-looking tennis bag when I bought this shirt. I think of the first time I wore this shirt. I took someone to dinner, someone other than the someone who was there when I bought this shirt. I felt certain and good in this shirt. I went for a walk on the beach after dinner in this shirt. I  buried my feet, kicked waves, did a cartwheel in this shirt. I feel the hot iron and press it against the wet parts of this shirt. I smell the fresh heated cotton rising from this shirt. I iron the dry, wrinkled parts of this shirt. I take extra care around the sleeve-seams, try not to leave creases or folds, flaunting the flatness of this shirt. I stroke for buttons recently come loose on this shirt. I search for lint and paper detritus in the chest pocket of this shirt. I press with my hands, feel the dry warm armpits of this shirt. I lift this shirt. I pinch the collar, flip open the one sleeve then the other, sliding both arms into this shirt. I pull the collar so it hangs even around my neck. I button each button. I open my pants, tuck it in. I sit at the table, hands flat. This shirt is so aware of its wornness I don't remember how it fits.

Poems eight, nine, ten

Three ways of listening at Wang Wei
Homophonic translations into English of the pinyin Chinese transliterated from Wang Wei's poem "鹿柴" (c. 8th century), inspired by Weinberger & Paz's 19 Ways of Looking at Wang Wei.

luge aye
conscionable genre, rend
on when wren, ye song,
fondle jingling russian, lent
for joking tension

+

huge eye
cone sham, imbue sun red,
an oven wrench, you sang
fending mineral shame, lean
fuchsial contortion

+

shy Lou
cunt john beau john, rent
down whether in use, anger
fans, gingering rouge leaf
or jowl king, asian

"Phonemic similarity is sensed as semantic relationship. The pun... reigns over poetic art, and whether its rule is absolute or limited, poetry by definition is untranslatable." -Roman Jakobson

Poem seven

oh yes you do
for Minnie & Seymour


if I can't speak of human love
without wincing
how will I begin to say about
my inhuman loves
what they do
how they love a human
without wince
surely their reason is above
my reason their love
conquers, enfeebling my love
their tempers for change
& unconcern humiliate
my grounding need
of affirming words, looks
I think fond words while mimicking
their little voices as if to say
you can hear my desperate
thoughts please say
that you can
my hole my kept
self mimics their self-kept
whole if I can't speak it
& they go on speaking it

Poem six

parafacts

for us to see for us       does chasing does       in the forest forest       does it does it       mean we are mean       to seas fluorescent       the scent & flower the       thanks in the way       we are in the way       easy does it does       for us in the forest       will floor us will       mean we are we       the seas for us       to see for us       to scent for us       too mean meaning too       much makes much       to thank & think to       chase it does it easy       to say for us to say




*

mint juleps

pulling ardent

leeway little

lady get

long little

lint belly

sure ligature

leave alone

listen off

let ago

lept & bound

put layaway

on & on

garden scalp

gashed green

running red

leading lady

gin & ginger

walks away

burning brash

asunder staple

Poem five (late)

this poem is

fucking awesome
last night I had
a JJ sandwich with
mayo but I specifically
asked for no mayo so
I just wanna pay
it forward poetry
is about self-
expression right
thx for meeting me halfway

Poem four

into the great wide

I come from a placing. up & away tree light that sun bark. we run the plane runs is it a race on your mark. wing manned. clouds of visibility belowing. someone said there was a cause another said they'd never left no one did. sheets pulled to. I'm the last bastion not of safety but offence. a word in the land birthed too in the gush. trampoline into remiss. this is terrence stuff. ginger root pulled from the wreck's body. let them wait outside. we wouldn't put curtains no one would just be allowed to look. because in the concourse. fear of the once-born quills loosen flapping molts. everyone makes generalizations um. real or perceived threats to passenger safety all well. gazed agave. be confident but don't think you're worth it. out by the roots. hair cuts skin across the pull my yes for you is like. shadow of the clouds burns the land in hush. you like her enough you'd possess her don't. zero visibility pulls to well all he wanted was. one said another says the ear gums up with too much inner. never get sick why now eye shuts think sea another said the will to. phone switch to plane mode tower of reception I am. suspension of relief the will to be possessed or land. where this is you won't be a way to say. pulling. if I have to die make it in the morning made it. there was a cause. write in thought before waking that I'm acknowledge. come back over. up & then away I come. please don't be unless & all's well that isn't.

Poem three

day cart

in the beginning porch
created the heaven & the swing
& the swing was without porch
& void; & darkness was upon the
face of the porch
& the swing of porch moved
upon the face of the swings
& porch said, let their be swing
& there was swing

I heartily accept the motto,––
that porch is best which swings least;
& I should like to see it swung up to
more rapidly & systematically
carried out, it finally amounts to this
which I also believe,––
that swing is best which porches not at all;
& when swings are prepared for it
that will be the kind of porch
which they will have
swings are at best but an expedient
but most porches are usually
& all swings are sometimes
inexpedient

the physical porch was still there
this swing that was my body
after waiting twenty-eight porches
I had still not come to my swing
I should instead say
come out into my porch
into my swing, within this dilapidated porch
this ramshackle swing of deteriorated porch
inert, as some swing with its porches
can be inert
& all these swings which run
in the huddled sedimentary porch
swingable is the word for it
––I was; & not just in some swings
but through & through
ever since first coming in contact
with this terrible porch
which I am sure had erected swings
against me to bar my entry
& since my porch there
the swing no longer seems so extraordinary
to me that I may not affirm that I was
in the literal sense of the word
porched

Poem two

ex machina

patient's hallucinations concerning       en el tiempo       approx. date of occurrence       página de       time of day       el dia       sex of pt.       he wanted to be understood       age       rhythms acronymic       education       has the correct pronunciation       diagnosis       in relation to survival hypothesis       sedation and/or other medication       el correo         approx. temperature       borrowing time       what was pt.'s state of consciousness       orthographical variants rather       did pt. understand questions & make proper replies       strain minimal       did patient understand with difficulty       prescriptive tendency of       did pt. fail to recognize persons, communication impossible       strong beliefs they       what was pt.'s behavior indicating that a hallucinatory person had been seen       in formation       was the hallucinatory figure the pt.'s relative       attitudes vs. motives       friend       deferred manual consultation       professional or business connection       to be understood one       member of hospital staff        prestige element       how long approx. did the specific hallucination last       populations possible       did pt. mention a name       neurasthenic, my Preceptor       if so, whom       correo en el tiempo       what effect did hallucination have on pt.       terminology(-ies)       calming       proscriptive sense of the       exciting       mistaken for visitor       no apparent effect       he wanted to be understood       other       purposes in relation       how long after hallucination did the pt. die            

Poem one

& nearer he's to settling

Seymour climbs the bagged recyclables mountain
in the pantry kitchen smells like a sandwich
last night I made thinking tomorrow I won't remember
how this tastes I dreamt we had a visiting writer
& no one was allowed to drive because he/she was allergic
to traffic sounds the train stopped too or went unheard
(no one actually met the aurally sensitive writer) this left me
stranded at someone's house who I guess wanted me
& I didn't want her but we made-do on a disheveled futon
eating her mother's frozen lasagne in one
of those after-sex poses altho there was no sex just fear
of emotional entanglement it was dark outside constantly pre-dawn
there was the threat of aerial bombing maybe the visiting
writer made this up either way I had to go I had to find
the way back Home or somewhere where I felt this I stole
her car & drove it recklessly driving dreams are always
terrifying often there's a steering wheel melting
& disconnected brakes but this time I don't feel threatened
it's fine there is control I drive against one-ways & over
medians there are no other moving vehicles few
pedestrians the car fits on the narrowest footpaths
of the arboretum the trees are lit the air glows a little gnome
family hides in every recess celebrating maybe
it is new years in gnome-time & I find a human couple
hiding from the distant blasts each looks happy to be
holding the other my driving frightens them I drive up
every path & down I want them to leave to occupy
this magic place alone have it for myself but Minnie
wants petting & Seymour wants wrestling they wrestle
til they roll off the bed they are so in love if I had a nicer place
I tell myself it'd be kept cleaner I'd mop & dust
put books back maybe Seymour would stop eating the covers
dishes would be washed immediately after use
I'd go back to standing while I work
I wouldn't waste money on late night taco bell
binges or alcove cocktails (I pay for the atmosphere)
I would finish things early & utilize my netflix account
you said paying for something will make me
use it maybe if I were healthier last week I filled
the vegetable drawer with assorted peppers parsnips
artichoke brussels rutabega tomatillos baby eggplant
red onion yellow squash green avocado I'm letting them all spoil
& rot in open defiance of Life because I can't
remember the last thing I even half-enjoyed who's kidding
who bitch gather your fucking rosebuds


ENVOI

Maybe my joke poem (fauxem) "uninaugural" is valid as any in a poem-a-day excercise––actually I prefer it to this one––, but we'll make this the real inaugural poem of my NaPoWriMo adventures, for the sake of sincerityblahblah. 

uninaugural

ample make this bed
pink, small, and punctual
remorse is memory awake
immortal is an ample word
let me not mar that perfect dream

frequently the woods are pink
of all the souls that stand create
one need not be a chamber to be haunted
look back on time with kindly eyes
sweet hours have perished here

anti-poetic

"His passion for the anti-poetic is a blood passion and not a passion of the inkpot. The anti-poetic is his spirit's cure. He needs it as a naked man needs shelter or as an animal needs salt. To a man with a sentimental side the anti-poetic is that truth, that reality to which all of us are forever fleeing." -Wallace Stevens, on William Carlos Williams

umptying, a song

functions um where     brave an unction      to sheen with umption     there adumbrated     & where they     wait umbellate     humming their shuns     but um who care     whence umbrages     diffract bear down     on wages rave on on     gumption gumming up     upon where um functions

Occupy Poetry

"The word produced through these men is the idea of an invert buried by his animal response to things, who has forgotten (through the martyrdom of time and things) that the word has been invented. The invert is he who eats his self, and desires that his self nourish him." -Antonin Artaud, fr. "Revolt Against Poetry," trans. Jack Hirschman

94 followers

49s

this already feels dated.

3m

dig the shape, tone of tweets but not the venue. epigrammatic. takes a special comportment & heed for relevance. tact.

10m

I like to share irrelevant things. like what I had for dinner. or what my cats might say in human language. I'm sure you appreciate these.

13m

poem-audiences will tolerate self-deprecating brags, too, as they're looking for something that speaks to them. don't retweet this.

 14m

consoling myself about how long since my last fuck by remembering the last time I fucked was in (sic) Lake Tuscaloosa. not working.

19m

least you can get away w/ drab confessionalism in poetry. just call it liminal. more patience. your audience obv. has nothing better to do.

1h

#insertclevercommentaboutwhathashtagsareintendedforandhowyouregoingagainstthenetworkgrainbutyoualreadyknowthisisoldevenbeforeitsposted

1h

art of the bad poem. smart of the favorited tweet. the canny everyday permits messianic interventions, but you can always follow DONGLORD69

2h

the form demands a certain wit achieved by some more than others. what interests me is the sense of implied mastery automatically conferred.

3h

"Your Tweet was over 140 characters. You'll have to be more clever."

3h

there's a sort of rigor in constraint, as well as relief. if you haven't said it by now, you're not saying it right. poetweet. psh. the myth of poetry as violation is outmoded.

5h

what're you gonna do when Kony gets famous. do #awp sluts look like porn bots (i.e. authentic). poems as temporal. tweets as immortal.

8h

"How small a thought it takes to fill a whole life." -L. Wittgenstein #wellread #lookatme #lastwordproblems

this isn't happening

she says I like to be tossed why don't you throw me around more like a plaything she's so light what if you break she says you're too worried about hurting me I once butted heads nearly broke this girl's nose I said I don't wanna hurt you sometimes she says maybe some pain is worth it and I did and she hits and again hits she tumbles she says pull my hair we nearly fall off sometimes we can't walk right after and I was afraid but she asks again and then again each time we do and I was still afraid of what isn't happening she doesn't break like I imagined doesn't bruise or dry even and I kept saying I don't I just don't want to hurt you she says I think that's your problem and I'm afraid I'm still afraid I left her in pieces she said you're missing the point I just don't want to hurt anyone I check up on her to see if she's okay she said you worry too much but I think she just doesn't want me to hurt to know she was hurt she wanted me to think she's okay and I don't want to hurt anyone I just don't want to hurt anyone I just don't want to hurt any

Maybe I'll start using this blog thing again?

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