the correct amount of infinite
TRANSCRIPT
Could that have possibly been us now forgotten most probably but theneven nowstill in the frame ?of the photo perfectframed which now shows us in our nakedgrasping handsreached to each othersbeating pulsing
is that enough Life for you ?
forgetting that we werewaiting to dieeven wanting tobe somewhere elsecould that possibly have beenusthe subject of evena poem that might be lostin apocalypse or ice ageglobal warminginconsiderate selfdestroyed people all overeven on The earthseems to smallor eventoo largessic erahumanstuck in skinbut focussed right througheach other and onwards to snatch the infinitewandering sprawly forms in of lifefrom the god who is
tv chaos
melts warm and sticky
into the private messages
I leave
for my self
per me ate all
it could
like a language taught to
fish destined
to be human
like a language which spreads
like viral marsh
mellow to the soul
but green lush lawn
savannah spread world
which melts
the visual field
to sea
i am a bitattracted to shorter forms ofwriting or even music with its ideas stripped of wordthat could only ever leave onereachlessbut grasping at pausethe cause of allwill be revealed whenit no longer matters
very much if at all
unending
is the strength of it
as liquid as the sea
the magic of the Tragical
can it other be
is nothing short of Unmiracle
from first we mouth our breath
and yet beyond the pinnacle
we only see what's left
when dearest change of
All begins
and yet we call it theft
when ever is discussed
by children
it is usually
made to when
for now
cannot be grasped
right now
for ever
leave well enough
the lonely child
alone
made
for ever
is its grasp
is all
i composed a love poembut it was far too syrupy for academia i composed a clever quatrainebut it lacked soul and elanfor the Common readerer
and so
I wrote nothing
and it was read by everyone All through
remedieshe thought were neededbut really all could be repairedwith a more liquidshiny focusof the saved forestpreserved in amberof the national parkof his last dreamwhere no evidencebased falls and no eucalypt greygreen aussie grasps the nettle on his palms like Sunday night sighs sad dreams amongst your creaking soul they hurt too much to tell
He
remonstrated with
huge pink hands
the size of Roman cloud
which might have been
expressive
on another world
if only he had something
to express
but bigness
but know
he did not
so snored he
clinging to thundersin
her dream
the EXAct same size
of All
he says he is writing the great australian novel.but she says it is too late.he says he is composing a significant neo post modern plu perfect late romantic piece of music.but she says it is f a r too late. he says he is going to bed.she says
that it is too early
she says she is writing a poemhe says why and but she says to express things that don't get said he says like whatand she says like if you ask a question but don'tuse a question markand thereforesometimes i think i am her
without a question withall
but then
a true poem will be just the right lengthand leave Allnothing unsaidor is it nothing unsaidand just the right length? in any case it will leave you feeling satisfied
or is that unsatisfied?
well just the right lengthif nothing else
or is that All just something else?
a true poem will be just the right lengthand leavenothing unsaid
or is it nothing unsaidand just the right length?
in any case it will leave you feeling satisfied
or is that unsatisfied?
well just the right lengthif nothing else
or is that something else?
a Truer even
desperate remedieshe thought were neededbutreallyall could be repairedwith a more liquidshiny focusof the saved forestpreserved in amberof the national parkof his last dreamwhere no evidencebased falls on the fate of the extinct tigerthat eats us All in dreams the size of blood
cafe is the same differentanswer me cafesare same different is here as home do i take your me everywhereis everywhere hereto me or not me
is that the question
since I have nothing
so am I
ready to give
my
All
in a pubnot that one in the hall way there is music in background and news in background and other people in background
what am i fore?
if not all
but perhaps so
that thing
to which we cling
chimes only once
the rest we chase
to again embrace
the ringing
in our strings
before the vibe
is lost
for all time
click go all laptops clickety click click
i am out of hereyet i need more of it
to function as a word that no one knows all
keyboard sighs yet have no say
never knowwarm worlds of grey or the wet afternoonsspent not even thinkingbut yet still growing towards a light of something yet obscure and only seen clearly through yet more rain
coherent moments are really cloudsso that we slip and fall into deep clarity with nothing to hold our us fully reasonable implore request sanityso falling is All the mind can see or really be
rapidly rapidly fast and rapidlywhirling forth unceasing flowgurgling churgling thingling wobblingcertainly certainly how thoughts growand hold the mind apart together
watch the eddying watch your figureever able to flinch the trigger happily zappily roll alonglife will find a whole new song until we find ourselves on the other side of the long slow gulf between us allserious as crimsonrising in a Rothko sky
long long agobefore i had first diedof unrequited thirst
there were many things to forgetto learnlike shoe laceuntying
at the end of a long lived life
my next life as an otter
however being no place for shoes let go the skill begin a Nother
from another pen you would pay more attentionand not just wander half hurried across these linesthat raise gaps that fall through gaps yet that is all we haveand all we need earn on earthto leave the earth
the gap we cannot leave the leaving yet We must inter must we I ?
he why not she a lass was reading the Idioton a quite fast trainmoving slowlytowardsanother 27 year old manof age foggy and with yellow steam in his eyesas if a gleaming wet prince of travelas he readuntil morninngwhich light could not be clearly seenunless commencing to readthe idiot on a trainof thought as in Russian comfortable with angstalthough very soon he would talk quicklyas if the other mancold through the slow nightmight slip away and losehis warmththus began the storyas you might have already expectedbecause that is the beginning of all trains of thought
just warmth seeking warmth yet so missingits connection
nothing much happened really he said in a phone but through text it becameso all so thing much more tendered to a life connectedlittle light in a big coldsubway enough to get home
if all was were accounted forthen what place is therefor the unaccountable zoo for untamed whorls' eddies half formedleaning inclinational danger mouse lion licked paws of pausewhere fresh can breatheloud and alone for now enter Train chased by a Bear
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if all was were accounted forthen what place is therefor the unaccountableseeming repetition of the same verse
perhaps even a zoo licked paws of clawsfresh mint can holdthe incipience of weather in the airbut that lion knows it is not mintjust a clue never to expect nothingbecause the smell of freshis life itself unto allbars whippedyet Lion leaps out of a page and onto youralways half finished untamed what exactly ?
if i tell you what i am thinking you will not be able to stop yourself from seeing only its me the things unbound by what i left out
for fear of burning toast in my little kitchen hiawatha crimson mind silly little thing of it
But
if
I slow it down
and don't tell
all -
dissemble my unprotected soul
until you see its knot
and cannot guess
at what
I am
about
strangely then
if only then werethings said but no thing would be changedand depth evadedunlike the massive depth of seabelow the surferswaiting wavea far white shoreto this belowing hover vast purplecollected speciesswimming lifeblood cellsmove glidingballet way way below the humansform on boardsto catch the moving spacethat moves the big topsea turvy cross belowwith changing all
but could everhave said or evengrasped all thatthenwithoutcrack thebelowspilledfilled and thrilled to brim skyvaultless as poemunformedbut All
never too late ? we wonderedlonely as a crowd-fundeddoomsday ship
always too latesaid AliceConservationConversationdeep in climate changeas summer snowunless change of heart restart
but then where would the escalator ? if kept a tree only
it was a time whose idea had come and far be it for herwhom knew nothis ownlines to learn for recitable income some old thing that sounded good at the timeas Big Benis only goodfor being Big Benbut nothing elsebesidescould give a fuckin a football factoryskinning airand selling it to kidsfor a prophet
fucking hell is something small at the bottom of a page not meant to be read but noted like blood in our veins to note but leave alone
The last syllableof recorded timewas a bad takeand so had to be re recorded
but was it still thenthe last ? andwhat wasShakespeare to weather on that particular day ? pink whitewash on a Cornwallcoasted whitesurf day ?can meaning possibly be all that elusive ? yes! said the redwhite cracker-jack and laughed his pocelain soul to crack. and that is allthat is owed to drugs.
Life isn't Everything you know
there are otherunbelievable souls
leapt out of something quite different to what you know to be you
even very slowlyand found music fitfor an opening ceremonyOlympic bonfirefor the veinglorious Lifelike it lit the whole thing uplike Creationlit the whole thing the Whole Thing
a bonfire of big bang theoriesblown reeling to Obliviata where all creatures wait their turnto begin aginin Finnegan'$ wakethe happy kinndomof Us All We are you know
quite More
a sarcophagus came by posttodayfull of Emiliesand otherunbelievable soulsBut then Charlie Ivesleapt out quite quite slowlyand found music fitfor an opening ceremonyand an Olympic bonfirefor the vanity of Lifelit the whole thing uplike Creationa bonfire of big bang theoryblown reeling to Oblivionwhere all creatures wait their turnto begin aginin Finnegan'$ wakethe happy kinndomof them All. but didn't I already say that somewhere else over a rainbow ?
long long agobefore i had first diedof thirst
there were many things to forgetto learnlike shoe laceuntyingat the end of a long long life so then I rewrote such triteon vegemiteit came out thusand here it is Shoes are very wearing out but lifeis not a such untiable thingas thatbut is yetof varying leatheras the shoe factoryhas no place for cobblersand will thus never produce a real Pinocchio.
I found an elephant !
in Australia she age 5 told me
but was not supposed to have
it
is meant to be marsupial
but elephant
it surely was
yet its tail was snappy
and it walked just like a pogus stickis
so they would not name it elephant
because that would not have rhymed
they named it Pogophant
and killed it till it bled
and all this a little child told me
as she was falling asleep
and let confusion go
a forgotten balloon
when her sweet warm long mind has died
I will remember that
if fluid
{almost strawberry
but more exotic ginger
were even more opungent
almost eucalypt ground
in pepperberry}
was breathed in
it was with fresh gills
given before evolution
knew anything at all
before any need of
Better
that Chuck Darwin
wanted Be
but
thrive did they All
though not
a parent ly
never mindshe said as if minding quite a lotnever mindi saidwas a good title for something or otherand that i might use it for a collection of little poems that i would possibly never finishbutnever mindalways something else adheres and replaces the planbut nevermindnever
never mindshe said as if minding quite a lotnever mindi saidwas a good title for something or otherand that i might use it for a collection of little poems that i would possibly never finishbutnever mindalways something else adheres and replaces the planbut nevermindnever
nothing much happened really he said to a phone in taxibut through
text it becameso much more because when he arrived homehe sewed it up into a neat little bowthing that cried for almost no known reason atall but yet it was born of the nothing little text that wasjust to realease her from her tube cold waitin LondonTown anony mouse for what is a Cityexcept to make us craveeach other's craveand make it sew
nothing venturedcauses painthoughts unthoughtwill swell again
yet
sewing seems a worthyaimwhen swelling timeinflicts such rain
as pregnant cloudstheir mountain seekAll commandmentsreach their piqueand leave behind what need for rhymejust gather upand feed them cloud
no higher aim no need a shroud
nothing venturedcauses painthoughts unthoughtwill swell again yetsewing seems a worthyaimwhen swelling timeinflicts such rainas pregnant cloudstheir mountain seekAll commandmentsreach their peakand leave behind what need for lime just gather up become them cloud
several animals
on this pl;anet
have the sort of f;ur
that yo;u neeed to touch
but yet
the so;rt of teeth
beyond belief
She tried to do a profit=loss
of Everything
unblinded by her heart
but when she tried to
reconcile
her balance proved quite jugular
and spurt
rapidly rapidly fast and gurgling rapidlywhirling forthlyflowly spuurgling churgling thingling wobbling eddying NorthPole Santa seek little child life will turn its other cheek
Eucalypt greygreen Straylia grasps the nettle on his palms but evenSo Sundaynight sighs sad dreams into our creaking soul hurt too much to tell
there is nothing at all
like anything else
although it sometimes seems
so
there is something like nothing else
as if that could
her voice alone
ever change words
her lingering eyes spoke
the same old night
could change All that
the same old night
yet each pain different
samer older night
through every strand
a different yearn
a different night
to silent suffer
anything else
the ways of pain are endless|
nothing change
always same new pain
like any unlike thing
to join the living
chain
but weight for post
a sarcophagus came by posttodayfull of Emiliesand otherunbelievable soulsBut then Charlie Ivesleapt outvery slowlyand found music fitfor an opening ceremonyand an Olympic bonfirefor the vanity of Lifelit the whole thing uplike Creationa bonfire of big bang theoryblown reeling to ObLiviAwhere all creatures wait a turnto begin aginin Finnegan'$ wakethe happy mousetrapof them All repeat until forgotten . . .
a sarcophagus came by toasttodayfull of Emmlingsand otherbelievable ghoulsBut then Charlie Spritezeleapt out cloudlyand found mules fitfor a fiddler blown reeling to Oblivionwhere all creatures wait their furto begin aginin JamesJoyce throng the celestial allnessof their song
the savage crowstill it gets its way with lawless birdsthat rarely playthey sit along the power linesand watch old actorsmull their wines the caw unwindsunravels painan awkward rhythmquenched in flamehovered headheightdrenched in rainroaring lion
chews its mane A
nother crow that sings its coreis he and shebefore the War.Once were cleanersnow its flawonce were diamondsadament what he saidto Eveso off she wentand mulltiplexedher races runbut rarely wonEve to Alicejust begun suchhumming means the World is One .
save no spare a thoughtfor thinkers: that breed of ultramarine swimming speciesthat know how to corral an inclinationand mount it like a canadian his moose not.
save no spare a thoughtfor thinkers: that breed of earthbound speciesthat know how to wormwood lust her garden rake to keep out sense and weeds
seven men began a wardid they ?so boats of paper historysayor will they crumple even more the caramelof civilization creamedand crushing guiltby front men only ? women and children innocentas splashblood wedgetail eagle but whocould everhold them to account ? far better best the seven forthe papered hisstree boatthe trampled ocean floor red bubbles streamingto the surewhose consciencereaches for the oar ?
sparkticles she called them All-heaven gigglyblonde girlwith green soulshe playedto my cupof darkgold coffeeheld in my black handsof leafyhumming pickerson a woody slope of volcanic ashflavouredin her filled-warm eyesfloating still to minemade me forget the needfor sugarin the bitterbite of cuban brewmade me thinkof you made me Me.
her hair
shinysoft and silkstream
his skin
every open pore and cell
and yet
for dessert
he ate only
skull still sticky with idiot ideas
half-baked unset
dished up for an insincere sacrifice to an
unfinished GoD
unfit for human consummation
yet still commended
her hair every strand
And then what Sun could resist
What moon
pull up
the struggling sea ?
"So . . ." they thought
Clear coherent moments
are really
clouds of the mind temporarily parted so that we slip and fall into deep
clarity with nothing to hold
our us bloatfully reasonable but instead implorerequest sanity so falling is all
the mind can see
or really be
Then they may say no need of
say
that the Essentials have become totally unaffordable
so we should buy the Luxuries
and enjoy them
the couch sleeps at midnight exhaling the dazeimpressions of various bums all unseated by moreimportant places to be
unseated by
because life is a series of unseatings
justwhen webecome comfortable lifeasserts its warpnwheft on ourbumsand kicksus allover
the damneduniverse of otherpossibility which we must rise
to meet.
The human cost is infinitenutshell boundin acorns jest going about thebusinessof beesand birds are different yet againthe infinite form of seedreminds me of a needto feed likejackals fresh from zoolocked up in something newin which to jungle gorge
instinct and i fly blind but know the smell of Home our sonar tuned to All
The hardest thing of allIs to set down in words
what will last forever
remains relevant to Allfor AllTime
and who would dare
write such a Thing
One would have to have the magnetic allenveloping confidenceof one's God
which is no Thing
but an eternal essencemade of the hardest thing that may endure yet iS All
Anyway and so
And so as it happened he was offered a chocolateNot so much offered as presentedBecause the giver of the chocolate well knew the worth of the offeringAnd even moreso the worth of the chocalatee to whom it was profferedIn fact that was the whole idea.In any caseHe ate itIt was dessicated apricot insideInfusing the whole tongue with picaresque qualitiesJust as it threatened to be too sweet a sharp subtle nudge of cinnamon and nutmeg and something else brought it backAnd if the cayenne threatened to disperse or explode and recoil that tongueThe crisp violet and orange sugar, with crystals of raspberry curtailed the lunge. It was just perfectly balanced And so much so that he knew after the first few seconds that it was no longer the Taste itself that was surroundingly disarming and effusing his soulNo he was slain not by even the texture or even admiration for the Craft of its creationBut by something so powerful as to clutch his whole beingWhich wasThe fullest succumbing to a sense of Trust in the creatorThat he could relinquish All grip of suspicion and let that trust trickle from tastebudThrough to every sinew and axon in his gooey potato self.
And so as it happened he was offered a chocolateNot so much offered as presentedBecause the giver of the chocolate well knew the worth of the offeringAnd even moreso the worth of the chocalatee to whom it was profferedIn fact that was the whole idea.In any caseHe ate itIt was dessicated apricot insideInfusing the whole tongue with picaresque qualitiesJust as it threatened to be too sweet a sharp subtle nudge of cinnamon and nutmeg and something else brought it backAnd if the cayenne threatened to disperse or explode and recoil that tongueThe crisp violet and orange sugar, with crystals of raspberry curtailed the thought.It was perfectly balancedAnd so much so, that he knew after the first few seconds, that was no longer the taste itself that was surroundingly disarming and effusing his soulNo he was slain not by even the texture or even admiration for the craft of its creationBut by something so powerful as to clutch his whole beingWhich wasThe fullest succumbing to a sense of Trust in the creatorThat he could relinquish his grip of suspicion and let that trust trickle from his mouthThrough to every muscle and cell in his makeupWhich then basked as a cat in the sunWith no other thought thanIt is Good and it is Mine.
And then.
I lost my cat. and I was sad. I may have been inconsolable. One year later another cat arrived on my doorstep. Was it even the same cat ? It looked that way except more lithe more affectionate more animated more seriously inent on me
what to think
and then I did
the Lord taketh and only then does he giveth
except better
Ask Job.
But it's hard to believe it so
Ask Ludwig.
it so is Faith
but you must not laugh.
Ask and it shall be
Ask not
and it shall not. No Ask not and it will evn more be
That is all ye need to know on Earth
and in All Time
anywhere
the jazz musicianswho seemed to beimprovisingwere notyou know?
they kept finding commaswhere all elsewent codaand stillto go
the music played itself to rounded chimeful sleepas one who had invented an ariel for a prosperTV
There are little orange bits of glowing snow
set on a deathblack backdrop of melted heart
and without those twinks of glimmer
the black would shine
in empty never space
in empty multi time
thus spake
my physics teacher
whom I failed
time andd time again
and he was so pleased for me
that
He wrote many years later
that Physics was a subject never to be passed
and that I had learned well
never to understand it
and could thus
live
the soul being somethingthat is not really a thingneeds not revealingor reveringbutexpressingwould bethe thing fielded and returned over the stumpsrun out
time is now the thingnow is the endless timestruck dumblike the groaning beartongueless as the salmon bites backuntoits throatnot expecting thisyields stupefiedis timeto us
great groaning bear aloft will need to learn Marsupial ease
the ways of mind are many and yet its purpose won its way upstreamunlikely but one salmon sureto find its one swims blindfaithly
on
we are just that
If the waitress asked for better service
from her diners
and refused to tip
them with a smile
then
in return
they left a pile of heavy money
to assuage
their gilded need
to be
loved
or
at least to be
bowed unto
and so she made the most
of all who served
by staining all her smiles
in sigh
as if it were bye bye
there is no poemnot one creaking poemin the whole globe of spherical historythat holds to gripthe throttled forceof our gazeupon each othersgazethat spins the All as milky whey when first we notein finitemagnolia budsfalling to petalswill be again long after they actually are
there is only one painof which all else derivethe cells that do cryand which pull us alivesing only one themefrom dreams we wring dryand the ache and the stingof the miserable nightis riddled and thick withsoul sucking guiltfor those that we missthat we edged in abyss and that's where we stayalone with their ghostnaked on Earth awaiting our birth
the savage crowstill it gets its waythe lawless birdsthat rarely playthey sit along the power linesand watch old actorsmull their winesthe caw unwindsunravels painan awkward rhythmquenched in flamehovers headlightightdrenched in rain
another crow that sings its coreis he and shebefore the WarOnce were cleanersnow its flawonce were diamondsadament what he saidto Eveso off she wentand mulltiplexedher races runbut rarely wonEve to Alicejust begun until crows crawl Our race does it drawl
time is now the ring ofendless chimestruck dumbstockmarketedlike the glinting coin intongueless pocket teethswallowing its throatnot expecting thisyields stupefiedis timeto us wants morebut cannot have is Us
to begin the punctured endlesss page
again
such a sense of entitlement
yet why on AllEarthexpect a poemhow dare you call it that
on Earth
call it something more small like a smudge on a Universe soon to see its infinite fellow kind but all different to it and facing away no matter where
and so to bed
she said
to see what dreams
its way
out
and well it turned
out
to be
me
yet ink I run
undried
to the brink
where dreamed her
wet
but bounded by
a page
unspilled
and digital
until she came
to write far far sighing distant bruise
far more than publish
worth what measure of mortal sand
if crushed not lasting
until when
is not the hour
of our going All
before had coming
if only to have you
know I was
when I was
was all
I could ever have been
and to know that
will do
at least for now
in this
Life.
Variations on A theme is just to state one thing only Allroams lead to roads to the grand unpaved highwaywhere we growand passit on and then pass on
wait a whiledon't please goall like that
there was some thingonceto recall
but don't go Alllike that
we are unfinishedand yetstill
must we go
it was chill winter rain
soaked inside me
yet warmer than my bones
to which I flinched
a funeral day
many stupid summers long ago
was when I felt
the jarring blow
inside
from even further ago
but wanted the strings
to catch its dirge
to dry all me out
we look down from above on clouds
when we fly
see their complex whispy whorls and through
a diaphon
lightly exchange our own on planes we juggle other planes of updown but dvd is not long enough to catch all that is over our head
when blood is your issue
give generously
but keep
enough
to oxygenate your soul
& crimson your child
then bleed
freely
as a tickled floodgate
Sign placed above maternity ward.
the last syllableof recorded timewas a bad takeand so had to be re recorded
but was it still thenthe last andwhat was that
Shakespeare
to always have
the last word who would else Dare!
the soul being somethingthat is not really a thingneeds not revealingor revering
but
expressing
would bethe thingfielded and returned over the stumpsrun out
neat
on the rocks
with a twist
of death
yet without that ache
that heats the heart to cracking point
remembered
one you cannot have
back
of which who
bakes groaning night
to mould your head in pain
steel dreams crack sleeping
drift on rocks of solid pain
cannot be moved
but must
as All gravity
end
at every rainbow
though its light is illusory
thus is the World
thus was her touch
thus was his light
thus was your blood
infusible
you will call it lovethat warmth of gushthat keeps myhand on yoursbutour eyes won't meetwhich leavesto be saidaskance whats upwhat has stopped the flowthat tied the bowthat used to rhyme what has stoppedthe love thatflowedor is it notinstead of thatthe great world movesand has flung our soulsoutthe holding hands the eyes spun out its just the thingfor humandoubt
Why must forego and foreclose and foreplayor waitforeplayforego and foreclose
or no foreplay fore go and foreclose
but now i have it
but too late fore g on e
So clear
Coherent moments are really
clouds of the mind temporarily parted so that we slip and fall into deep clarity
with nothing to hold
our us
fully reasonable implore request sanity so falling is all
the mind can see
or really be
yet
my son
he said yesterday
or will say
that the Essentials have become
totally unaffordable
so we should
buy the Luxuries
and enjoy them
but then
we could always change what is essential
in essence
but that wouldn't really be a poem
just
clouds of the mind temporarily parted so that we slip and fall into deep clarity
with nothing to hold
our us
fully reasonable implore request sanity so falling is all
the mind can see
totally unaffordable
so we should
buy the Luxuries
and enjoy them
but then
we could always change what is essential
in essence
but that wouldn't really be a poem
just
clouds of the mind temporarily parted so that we slip and fall into deep clarity
with nothing to hold
our us
fully reasonable implore request Unsanity so falling is all
the mind can see
when i tell you that i love you i will only believe that you believe it when you smile but don't please don't say thank you because that would choke the timbre of the chamber in my norwegian pine smokey flameless heart reserved fir reciprocity
without which the whole thing
just goes out
or else explodes like milky stars creating the firmament
they seek or else
the kids on speedy chromeraced through a whole wide parkbut mamed an innocent dollwho failed to move asideher bereft mothergazing after their blurcried all back to homewhere toldher mother huggedand pushed the head back onboys she groanedmake sure you keep yoursyou will need itthey hunt in packsbut you musthunt aloneand knock one's head to kingdom cometil then keep your'sall raggedybut onand dodge the packs
untiljust
one
revolutions are circularof coursesaid phillip seymour hoffmanbefore succumbingto yet anotherrevolutionalso must includecounter revolutionand stagnational eirenbuildup prelude to large gaped sighscollectivisedas commonised discontent
yet if but
why choose yetanother circle ticket to the same disconnectunless All just bepopulation controlledby Olden King Warthe nastiestthingdomof All
it could not have been more cosyit could not hve been moreanything
just he and her
and the moment where he raisedhis feetto let her vacuum
under neathhis chair
which he didwithought a thoughtalldone and dustedtheir skeletal breathingtrustedthe gleaming floor reflecteditthe place where allwould loveto sit
what would you consider aneffective love poem to be?pink and warm?a cosy storm?
or just my shoulderunwoundto your curled upleaning head
half a haikuis you
in a jade brewin an ivory bath
but the elephant