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dilettante,
i let attend,
is delightful,
a masterpiece.
a lover of the line;
an amateur dancer.
cursory; quick as
a ballet acted on
afro zen surf ace.
a skater
whose
boot made
her infinite 8s
groove; traced
2 holes, slipped
into--wet depth, w/
cold stick fingers.
we slept ...
disfigured layers.
dark. morning
comes an hour later ,,,
a coward organ, corazon,
has already let summer
go by the 1st week of october.
once a sky
unmoons,
nature barely
has imagination
--take a leaf & feather,
they are essentially the same;
that is why birds, who would
resemble a fish,
move with the tide
... the way this explains how
monkeys, and hairy men behave.
divorced jewish female,
matronly. just joking, a son.
your words
for "father"
are scratched
on that bare
back of his--
& storm after ...
i bought my daughter
a new set of colored chalk,
for her to draw a hedgehog.
i play a round
of golf, leisurely,
on the green tonight;
though there are other holes.
i am game,
in a private grove;
stalked--an animal--where
even rich men can be civil.
burned to burnd
and the depressed
delete key
bumped me
up to erase
the g
at the
end
of
giv
in
is it
the sniff
cotton panties
you're in at the end
of the month, when
this whole thing is made fresh
... the wolf patch of my wet beard;
that acid musk, softened by saliva ...
what is this sexscent flower,
blooming now around my head
and stemming from a sneeze?
did i dream
the green of indian summer?
... for this morning is winter--
in the wind, with the rain, & by degree.
a great big register receipt lies bleeding
its blood upon the dead
wet leaves.
a perpetual mill of wheels,
over cold november rainfall,
pulps the auburn leaf--
manufactures
sack & wrapping kraft.
got a shoe box
of old stock footage.
these images of spring,
that didn't make the cut:
flowers; multi-color poles,
dulled by closing apertures;
pin-wheels; and toy-car crashes,
washed out with your over-expo
-sure.
pennsylvanian,
they burn away
all fuel;
in the dark
part of a park;
flickering. take me,
jarred like the firefly,
or lighter.
open up tops;
inkwell bottles spill;
black quills stick;
squawk like desks.
dormouse:
fear is a rabbit--down
our corridor; hanging
left, and impending
half-turn
that way again,
there's one for whom
this skein has
less interest
than alice ...
had at her
most curious
--in a hurry;
with path-
o logical, miso
-gynistic, tinnitus.
picked a lock
in german
armpits.
this prompt train
doesn't permit much
concourse on a short platform
before my own lower station
--and so it will pull out,
all too soon.
i had come for her, & tender
friend, due to the south
-american scout i met
at a discotheque,
near that small well-
stocked record shop.
she blushed sweetly
--just two or three
seasons ripening;
she kissed me
as the last passenger car arrived,
and we left them sunday evening.
i would've
taken the young
abundant breasts, plump
body, modesty,
not far enough.
smooth legs
do not want to
stay in one place;
these
become a part
of you, that keeps
entering my mind ...
this winter,
is your out-
dated
soul remembering
how cold those 80s were?
... when
all the ladies
wore leggings--
sheaths over jeans.
what beautiful,
gnarled babies we'd have made; asleep
to their short-handed wards;
under weight;
premature lights, that shined for us.
and our heads were warmer
than pampers full of lust.
cracked,
the mattress was
thin
-she felt
pee between
it & a red-checked
fitted sheet
& owl down
quilt;
the queen's ...
12-inches
thick-
her fabric covering ...
plastic, actually.
you first
were a tail-light
busted by a cop.
coming on, you,
were headlamps passing;
and taking a turn--
blinding
brightness,
only for that moment
you were going straight.
you took it fast
but, oh, the rubber
hugged the road.
we excuse your meekness;
exonerate & absolve you
of this black death.
life is a long,
woeful journey;
but, please, no mystery
like demeter's ear of corn
... her phallic agriculture is
no happy accident to pasture,
but toil forking the soil ...
phoebus;
source
for will, all
things great
& small ...
thin muses
muses hint
his sum 10
shuns time
must shine
sun theism
sunset him.
arrive,
again,
they did ...
at cathedrals;
the angels had fun
shitting on us,
as a bell told
of big differences
in pigeon & dove--
which often
were, themselves, rung
out from a tower ...
their larger round
the sound o'
5 clock dongs.
squawking
hawks brawl;
bickering--
waging above,
engagement.
uprising.
defy ...
blasting
the messes.
jesus was
a rooster;
demicocks
flock to god--
these demons
run away angels.
a short but joyous life
--this wee leaf,
poised in denial of fall
... course, i am always
assuming youth
--that all the others, green
& hanging on through november,
they aren't just basking
under the collapsing season.
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