FIGLEAF IMAGINATION(decimal production!
Wheel of circles(step by step.Breathing optional!
We responded by following/this swollen rain
this tree bent broken(snap branches
Adobe dreams of desolation(emptied cups of astrologers
whose stars fell like mortar boards/surfing inside Sacredness
Springing forth like the first/was only another doorway to another
Always 3 in this (sweetness)-a surprised rose/a sculptured god/a day unmoved.
A LITTLE BREAD,A SOUPER SALAD
Amarillo toast,jam sandwiches(sunshine interferes with solo stories
Little days fitting in to calendars in bones with names unloved like cats
(who string moon mysteries/as if only they could be silent
Growing eyes that hypnotize towards an Unknown Name
in a desert with no fenced oasis
DWARF DAYS/LONG GRATIS
where to be well was a draught/intimidated by need
a story of a fire that once spread across timezones like jet aircraft
which do not stop to smell the air below them
Where to be healed requires a disease(a name that has a cure-
Mountains,springs,rivers,Temples
seek refuge within these Sanctuaries/to find another way of breaking even
This day finds you not new but learning the difference between us is not just home
nor heart nor song nor poem nor title nor limit that cries seagulls beaches
PERHAPS YOUR HESITATION might bring you back
to find another way into the mysteries.Philosophy soup/hesitation stew
A way for toenails to be counted in a sin of mirrors
Can you cry upon command?Orchestra the seas?
Count clouds or raindrops?Can you own anyone?
I stole these moments from a future census
It lets me fly into the New as if Nothing was Nothingness
and guilt was only regrets.Neon lit town-forget me!
A LITTLE CATHEDRAL(a less Catholic
A mouse cage with food supplied for the Mormon Masses
Sacred Gentrification.Impaled Jesus.Crying mothers.
To find a map unstained by blood beliefs(Palestine!
Small as hope on Mars(lemon meringue tarts
Women sold as slipcovers/blanketing nights
Large as debt(imprisonment-a Straddle of Imagination
To be Rome again(with only distance between us
Name droppings between titles-to have only this intent
Nowhere else to glow/makes it like a Sun/having another breakdown.
IF WE KNEW THE NAMES OF THOSE
hanged for impertinence.The dots are all married/the vacuum awaiting
A way of getting to you between silences
when even the names were counterfeit.O lovers of Special Exemptions and Tax Cuts
HE OWNS(for a time)THIS CRACKED CHURCH BELL
(it rings on Sunday like an abandoned telephone(lawnmower ringtones!
Every other day is Scar City.He lets them go in order to retain
some title to silences/when they were traded in Libraries
To Go Beyond Further/to invent Color/to Stretch Like Bubble Gum
This became a Parking Lot/a beard of Real Estate
with only tongues for tin/belts for engines/bagels for breakfast
OFF THE TRACKS(into more Unknowns
to find floral gardens/a formal education/between towns-stripped like development
donated silences snatch easy laughter/the lightning dog barks sparks
Now Open Your Door To a stranger.Dearest Original,every heart shall be torn
from your chest like entrails/to find what you are is to assemble all the parts stolen
Forgotten like a derelict in a cheap motel
THERE ARE PLACES WE CAN NEVER GO
and when we get there,we know less-all stories provisional upon content
All before us have NAMES&LEGENDS&MYTHS
Inside the egg,trembling and nervous/until smiling as a disguise
making edible abstract exressionists sad drunk and only lonely
inside the Car of Now-you may seem less(but you are moving...
POLITE CRYING (ADDICTIONAL)
So we play and learn(leave a word between/we write
about what we lost/between the silences
TO ROLE WITH THE CIRCUS
To flow with the AS IF(provisional fantasies
To get there is an Image of a door that makes it difficult
Getting to where She is/took him Everywhere!
TAKE YOUR EYES OUT FOR A RIDE(to get there now is Distance
between us both as always/change occurs to ask us-
"are these devices imported?"
"Where do you go to get out of here?"
"Who do I blame if I want a reprieve?"
THE LONG VIEW IS WHERE WE (came close for inspection
Find the Dog of Silence.(Bark Trees!
Drunken friendships sink in bottles.
Skin can be touched only by linen.And when you circle
another dream is waiting for admission.Let the leaves ask all roses-
"where do weeds go?"
PILED STORMS &PICKLED CARROTS(artichoke osteopathy)
Ohio Hills flattened for September 11
Terror Shops sell kites to wind targets
Pretend SECURITY costs more than fees
Inoculate us from prevailing madnesses
Everyone we know alone and less
Let it all go with a wave of the hand!To just believe in the difference between
hard &the held/hold&release/habit&freedom/release&retain
Let the nothing moments make marvelous more!
YOU CAN ONLY GO WHERE THERE IS NO ROAD
off the path(is another path)DO NOT FOLLOW!
ORIGINAL JOY COMES SECOND HAND!
Fresh as Anonymous
TO SEE THIS,GO FIRST WITHIN
This short vision only a glimpse/and blots of blogs make melted moments in maps
To describe is less than Experience.Blind cultures praise skies
demanding we see only what there is(and never what could be..
TITLE IS A CAGE WITHIN THE SKY
To be held like a cloud(precious as breath/released again(bird upon wind
word upon wing
SACRED/SCARED/SIMPLE.The quoted dog eats lambs.Days number cats
The bird is always outside.Within,we are edited for content.
Between the act and fact/dream and night/before and after all-silences call.
IN A TRAIN THAT TRACKS BETWEEN
what was once and what will be
GO NAKED INTO THE CAMEL'S EYE
Be the camel.Night.Humped.
ART SELLS ITSELF LIKE SLAVERY
upon the market(find her place
to find nuggets of golden(seed the skies!
Aluminium flame!
NOW IN THE GATHERING DARKNESS
This bread/a broken/wounded word/bandaged silence
Acknowledging adulation from a distance.
Page turns.Carved meat.The talking bone.
(as if drugs would let you see
you can be more than this before
everything that censors your experience
seeking only limits and entrances
When you come here-you must leave there.
GRANDMOTHER WISDOM
Fear eats itself-a tongue of fire
Sear of scars,sliver of urges
Leave your broken teeth inside the fire.
Always mountaintops.Always deserts.
Here is the blood of wood.(that was a tree you stole
You are a thin branch stick to beat or be beaten
This is only where we are/when we are not here
RAMEN EMPIRE NOODLES
Cartoon graphic boy with no name
Fill in your gaps between with all you are
And let more stars fall on foreign silences
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