M
ritualized
unclogged bathtubs of
memories, veiny
watermelon interconnectedness
rainysnowysunny day
oneness
butterfly understanding
we have bodies (telepathically shared)
NOT
OUT
LOUD
knuckles sunk in
mattress rays of sun
contract and expand
pupils pull at shirts
taking note in crayon
weightlessness
(whimper)
whine of
windblown boats boarded by eye
lids and whip lashes
five evergrowing evergreen shadows,
elongated, staring at
the ceiling sun
a seed in a
watermelon
runic dove drawn drawl-dropped jaw jahawarhal rubix or treetop toe licks -
this,
the song that is life...
the books & sampson & siren serenade & and writing
LEMONADE
on both bathroom stalls
on miced cardboard walls
we're
talking the
telescoping nature of nineness
here
near (a)ccidental
teeth wiggle
mind worn warm
morning blow bow glow grow go
dancing petrie dish ball of sun with
yarn
for
arms
pinched between timeless
legtwitch bliss
bouncing between bull and
lioness
lying heads in
flowerbeds fast forward
warward
warword
fourward
fourword
for word
lessness
flick fleck
bloom
snap
the existential elasticity
of
god
of
caterpillar
of
pillowed pile of wood
of
woodpecker head flecked with hangman red
the ceiling drops
drips
of golden eternities
[disorientation of time]
[grammatical difficulties]
[concentrational impairment]
[loss of mental acuity]
[acute memory loss]
[handwriting gone unfamiliar]
[retinal burn lightning walls]
oceans of wall seven explosions of sunray
rippling waves of/or
ruffled sheets, a
roaring riverdom
where swan is shivering king
of ONE
(eternal sp[ring])
sponge
sup (a)ccidentally written
spun
spinning
spilling sparks hissing stars twirled in fingered hair
e
l
f
i
letters backward backyard waorow back word
sideways birth
(a)ccidentally grabbed notebooks of
self, bury your head
in ostrich stretching cat-isms
i'ms
isms
isms
isms
climbs
runs
seriously, sirius
the isthmic expanse expanded to include
emphysemal epiphanies
"hey, remember that proub
profound thought?"
"hey, what..."
"what about that proufound thought?"
"wait, what about when i was wondering about that profound though(t)?"
[peripheral curtains lined with onelight]
"where's that profound that?"
"wait, what about
wait, what about when i started using this crazy voice?"
centipede smiles in a jingling pocket
i just brought two cds in here now. i took the one
on the stereo
off and had a memory/deja vu'd
thought...
"why was there only one cd on there
when i had brought in two before?" but that was actually
just
happening
right
now.
a minute
to
a second
ago
are gone - at all
times
time overlapped
all screens playing all
at once
only one
seen on screen
it's still happening!
the moment
holy
the moment
it's still happening!
close the mirror, trot down the hall, burn the mill (mirror)
circled squares forgotten circumferences of conference calls
i don't get to acknowledge the moment - AQUARIAN THESIS -
i don't get to say, "hey, this is happening!" because by the time
i get there, i'm like, "hey, what's happening?"
flows knows no moment is forgotten
back to me, blows past my nose
it feels like i don't get to
choose
to remember or
what to feel
moments are not strings but
starstrands shining to everywhere
every direction
a sneeze
sampson swallowed (swollen) by a comma
can i have a sip?
kama sutra
it's like they take away my comma
she writes:
"the things that are happening when you don't
write it
are all flowing to when you will write it.
com(m)as that you come to
are pauses to see the
blank
space
in between."
"hold on honey, i'm chanting!"
"baby, you're an anarchist, baby! an anarchist of ARMS, bitten baby."
unused to waiting
for the thought of the moment to
follow the actual moment
the thought of the moment is in words
but the moment is not (itself [for it is infinite self]).
is the thought
real
is the moment
real
timelessness in between the
timeless bliss of the now is
real
the moment gets separated into
[moment] | [words]
and
i get to BE the empty space in between
ohhhh bliss!
dry throat
thigh kick
spasm directionless
heavy-legged
acceptance
she flips notebook pages
over there
i feel the breezes on my face
right here
happening at same time in both places
happening at same place in both times
it's all
happening
i hate how my leg feels, dry throat
she dances laughter it's
not even
happening yet -
her arms cut air
"hey guys, i can feel the blood flowing through my calf... but just there."
(clap)
arms flailing the most beautiful
woman i've seen
smiling
to the beat
beatific
i could watch
her for days (eternities)
it's not just "US", it's "MY stuff."
get your own stuff.
it's me yorre doing it, not doing it then
(spacebar) "hey,
I'M DOIN' IT!"
see: i'll be doing something and then
i'll be thinking about WHEN
i was doing it, but then
i realize, "hey,
I'M DOIN' IT!"
visualized the face of a man not yet quoted and then
she speaks
his words
later she tells me, "you are a smiling chest."
(though in her words)
her reality turns from
black shirt long-sleeved to nakedness to blue dressed sky
she, rubbing finger on my chest, i say,
"you're playing a song through me," i say.
sound of stereo heard behind
me
out window
me
gone "ummmmmmmm" and the
song instrumented then the exact
sound i had made
oh, young people,
dance these days!
she hands together felt
she was clapping because
song instrumented clapping
"the song playing before us"
(THROUGH)
^
wrote that before it happened. --> caught the "before" she was thinking before she
spoke the sentence.
like the veins in the watermelon
this is the first thing i wrote...
everything's happening
over & over & over & over
(snap ... snap ... snap ... snap ... snap)
every action creates an eternal moment - not a wave
i just flew through mountainous
woods of washington's breeze
have thought of moment, then FEEL breeze
knees shake
earth (birth) quake (cake)
co(s)mic comma kick click fingerpick heart
that moment of pages on my face is still
happening
moments keep
happening
heartbeat of an action/thought -
each new action keeps getting piled upon the circlebeat
"beat growing bigger," i say.
"stay sweet growing bigger," young people sings -
one moment
i already remember myself feeling the time (the moment) that hasn't happened
FUTURE FLASH
i already see the moment that hasn't happened happening
sharpied chests proclaim,
LOVE! LOVE!
oh, peacoat & plaid scamperings of paws
pause - it's all happening!
the hallway is a staircase descent of soulde
souled feet
clothes your nose
close
a grandmother sways with us in form of
a shadow
reflected on a
car window
she says, "choosing to create each eternal moment creates YOU."
and asks i write
(spacebar)
car turns right
a core, everything is a thump of.
a core, of which everything is a thump
thump
thump
thump
thump
THUMP
THUMP
THUMP
THUMP
we
know everything because
we
ARE everything.
"my angel's dancing in heaven" - sung impossibly shaped
she dancing in bed - heaven in a blue dress(ed) moment -
one moment
CHAPTER ONE: the absurdist scale makes its daring debut
cloud castles of white
sugar loaf machine
goggled black man in the
telling secrets of fo shizzle
pallindrome
the golden dome in drone
oh
they
know
"first of all, WHAT THE FUCK?"
fingerpoint the sugar loaf
CHAPTER TWO: in birth the absurdist scale sheds its scales
taxi cloud glued to second ave pavement
(should i honk?)
(eternities)
emerging man carries two wigged woman mannequin heads
and scurrying ants his way inside
i just lived burroughs
squirrels burrowed in his
forever furrowed brow
the cow calmly chews the clammy-handed hero and
knew the truth all along
CHAPTER THREE: dirty fingers give way to dumpster absurdities
he was creating his yacht moment
with the dumpster eyes
moisterizing his hands with diving board lust
he wants, nay he must
have that sock that clock that for
got
to tick
monkeyman contortionists
oneness on bed
where we soon went
where we soon woke
where we soon spoke
our dreams
of deja vu drivers deriving much from touchless taps on forehead
in the back of a bus with a slut resting her head on joey's knee as
prissy bitches talk shit about slutty girl the world a whirling by BAM!
a flat
tire
driver mumbles, passenger demands clarity,
"we can't go that way, we got a flat, can't fix it myself, someONE's on the way"
some ones on the way
[exeunt stage fright right]
water body
(imagine)
gone tubing
crazy cubist calls every day "seven"
calls every moment 'heaven"
something submerged at lake edge
shoes sink in quicksand wet my
lips
right hand
orange sleeve submerged and
SWOOOOOOP
i bring everything
to shore
to share
to shiver the river and shake hands with serenity (capitalized)
unfamiliar coins strewn across sand
little handsewn pouches and purse(d lipped love)s
some emptiness
grey glasses in one
laughing in two pieces
broken legs lick the grains of beach
seek, the everfound
your rocks now hold
nothing but weight
(lessness)
and everything sways
out to sea
out to parking lot after
explosions
FREE ZUCHINIS FOR ALL!
for metamorphosis is more than kafka dared admit
i am the
w
waiting within
you
all
the candlelit bliss
permeant, perfect
weightless wordless
thisless
thisness
thistle kiss
whistle this and wonder
if
the room is you
then
what is there left to do
but
rest ye, and be ye
kind.
unclogged bathtubs of
memories, veiny
watermelon interconnectedness
rainysnowysunny day
oneness
butterfly understanding
we have bodies (telepathically shared)
NOT
OUT
LOUD
knuckles sunk in
mattress rays of sun
contract and expand
pupils pull at shirts
taking note in crayon
weightlessness
(whimper)
whine of
windblown boats boarded by eye
lids and whip lashes
five evergrowing evergreen shadows,
elongated, staring at
the ceiling sun
a seed in a
watermelon
runic dove drawn drawl-dropped jaw jahawarhal rubix or treetop toe licks -
this,
the song that is life...
the books & sampson & siren serenade & and writing
LEMONADE
on both bathroom stalls
on miced cardboard walls
we're
talking the
telescoping nature of nineness
here
near (a)ccidental
teeth wiggle
mind worn warm
morning blow bow glow grow go
dancing petrie dish ball of sun with
yarn
for
arms
pinched between timeless
legtwitch bliss
bouncing between bull and
lioness
lying heads in
flowerbeds fast forward
warward
warword
fourward
fourword
for word
lessness
flick fleck
bloom
snap
the existential elasticity
of
god
of
caterpillar
of
pillowed pile of wood
of
woodpecker head flecked with hangman red
the ceiling drops
drips
of golden eternities
[disorientation of time]
[grammatical difficulties]
[concentrational impairment]
[loss of mental acuity]
[acute memory loss]
[handwriting gone unfamiliar]
[retinal burn lightning walls]
oceans of wall seven explosions of sunray
rippling waves of/or
ruffled sheets, a
roaring riverdom
where swan is shivering king
of ONE
(eternal sp[ring])
sponge
sup (a)ccidentally written
spun
spinning
spilling sparks hissing stars twirled in fingered hair
e
l
f
i
letters backward backyard waorow back word
sideways birth
(a)ccidentally grabbed notebooks of
self, bury your head
in ostrich stretching cat-isms
i'ms
isms
isms
isms
climbs
runs
seriously, sirius
the isthmic expanse expanded to include
emphysemal epiphanies
"hey, remember that proub
profound thought?"
"hey, what..."
"what about that proufound thought?"
"wait, what about when i was wondering about that profound though(t)?"
[peripheral curtains lined with onelight]
"where's that profound that?"
"wait, what about
wait, what about when i started using this crazy voice?"
centipede smiles in a jingling pocket
i just brought two cds in here now. i took the one
on the stereo
off and had a memory/deja vu'd
thought...
"why was there only one cd on there
when i had brought in two before?" but that was actually
just
happening
right
now.
a minute
to
a second
ago
are gone - at all
times
time overlapped
all screens playing all
at once
only one
seen on screen
it's still happening!
the moment
holy
the moment
it's still happening!
close the mirror, trot down the hall, burn the mill (mirror)
circled squares forgotten circumferences of conference calls
i don't get to acknowledge the moment - AQUARIAN THESIS -
i don't get to say, "hey, this is happening!" because by the time
i get there, i'm like, "hey, what's happening?"
flows knows no moment is forgotten
back to me, blows past my nose
it feels like i don't get to
choose
to remember or
what to feel
moments are not strings but
starstrands shining to everywhere
every direction
a sneeze
sampson swallowed (swollen) by a comma
can i have a sip?
kama sutra
it's like they take away my comma
she writes:
"the things that are happening when you don't
write it
are all flowing to when you will write it.
com(m)as that you come to
are pauses to see the
blank
space
in between."
"hold on honey, i'm chanting!"
"baby, you're an anarchist, baby! an anarchist of ARMS, bitten baby."
unused to waiting
for the thought of the moment to
follow the actual moment
the thought of the moment is in words
but the moment is not (itself [for it is infinite self]).
is the thought
real
is the moment
real
timelessness in between the
timeless bliss of the now is
real
the moment gets separated into
[moment] | [words]
and
i get to BE the empty space in between
ohhhh bliss!
dry throat
thigh kick
spasm directionless
heavy-legged
acceptance
she flips notebook pages
over there
i feel the breezes on my face
right here
happening at same time in both places
happening at same place in both times
it's all
happening
i hate how my leg feels, dry throat
she dances laughter it's
not even
happening yet -
her arms cut air
"hey guys, i can feel the blood flowing through my calf... but just there."
(clap)
arms flailing the most beautiful
woman i've seen
smiling
to the beat
beatific
i could watch
her for days (eternities)
it's not just "US", it's "MY stuff."
get your own stuff.
it's me yorre doing it, not doing it then
(spacebar) "hey,
I'M DOIN' IT!"
see: i'll be doing something and then
i'll be thinking about WHEN
i was doing it, but then
i realize, "hey,
I'M DOIN' IT!"
visualized the face of a man not yet quoted and then
she speaks
his words
later she tells me, "you are a smiling chest."
(though in her words)
her reality turns from
black shirt long-sleeved to nakedness to blue dressed sky
she, rubbing finger on my chest, i say,
"you're playing a song through me," i say.
sound of stereo heard behind
me
out window
me
gone "ummmmmmmm" and the
song instrumented then the exact
sound i had made
oh, young people,
dance these days!
she hands together felt
she was clapping because
song instrumented clapping
"the song playing before us"
(THROUGH)
^
wrote that before it happened. --> caught the "before" she was thinking before she
spoke the sentence.
like the veins in the watermelon
this is the first thing i wrote...
everything's happening
over & over & over & over
(snap ... snap ... snap ... snap ... snap)
every action creates an eternal moment - not a wave
i just flew through mountainous
woods of washington's breeze
have thought of moment, then FEEL breeze
knees shake
earth (birth) quake (cake)
co(s)mic comma kick click fingerpick heart
that moment of pages on my face is still
happening
moments keep
happening
heartbeat of an action/thought -
each new action keeps getting piled upon the circlebeat
"beat growing bigger," i say.
"stay sweet growing bigger," young people sings -
one moment
i already remember myself feeling the time (the moment) that hasn't happened
FUTURE FLASH
i already see the moment that hasn't happened happening
sharpied chests proclaim,
LOVE! LOVE!
oh, peacoat & plaid scamperings of paws
pause - it's all happening!
the hallway is a staircase descent of soulde
souled feet
clothes your nose
close
a grandmother sways with us in form of
a shadow
reflected on a
car window
she says, "choosing to create each eternal moment creates YOU."
and asks i write
(spacebar)
car turns right
a core, everything is a thump of.
a core, of which everything is a thump
thump
thump
thump
thump
THUMP
THUMP
THUMP
THUMP
we
know everything because
we
ARE everything.
"my angel's dancing in heaven" - sung impossibly shaped
she dancing in bed - heaven in a blue dress(ed) moment -
one moment
CHAPTER ONE: the absurdist scale makes its daring debut
cloud castles of white
sugar loaf machine
goggled black man in the
telling secrets of fo shizzle
pallindrome
the golden dome in drone
oh
they
know
"first of all, WHAT THE FUCK?"
fingerpoint the sugar loaf
CHAPTER TWO: in birth the absurdist scale sheds its scales
taxi cloud glued to second ave pavement
(should i honk?)
(eternities)
emerging man carries two wigged woman mannequin heads
and scurrying ants his way inside
i just lived burroughs
squirrels burrowed in his
forever furrowed brow
the cow calmly chews the clammy-handed hero and
knew the truth all along
CHAPTER THREE: dirty fingers give way to dumpster absurdities
he was creating his yacht moment
with the dumpster eyes
moisterizing his hands with diving board lust
he wants, nay he must
have that sock that clock that for
got
to tick
monkeyman contortionists
oneness on bed
where we soon went
where we soon woke
where we soon spoke
our dreams
of deja vu drivers deriving much from touchless taps on forehead
in the back of a bus with a slut resting her head on joey's knee as
prissy bitches talk shit about slutty girl the world a whirling by BAM!
a flat
tire
driver mumbles, passenger demands clarity,
"we can't go that way, we got a flat, can't fix it myself, someONE's on the way"
some ones on the way
[exeunt stage fright right]
water body
(imagine)
gone tubing
crazy cubist calls every day "seven"
calls every moment 'heaven"
something submerged at lake edge
shoes sink in quicksand wet my
lips
right hand
orange sleeve submerged and
SWOOOOOOP
i bring everything
to shore
to share
to shiver the river and shake hands with serenity (capitalized)
unfamiliar coins strewn across sand
little handsewn pouches and purse(d lipped love)s
some emptiness
grey glasses in one
laughing in two pieces
broken legs lick the grains of beach
seek, the everfound
your rocks now hold
nothing but weight
(lessness)
and everything sways
out to sea
out to parking lot after
explosions
FREE ZUCHINIS FOR ALL!
for metamorphosis is more than kafka dared admit
i am the
w
waiting within
you
all
the candlelit bliss
permeant, perfect
weightless wordless
thisless
thisness
thistle kiss
whistle this and wonder
if
the room is you
then
what is there left to do
but
rest ye, and be ye
kind.