clouds

today I saw through the sun
I seen what you would expect to see
so I wont tell you what I saw through the sun

in memoriam c.p.f

the old guard
is gone, sailed away
out of south bay
past the narrows even.
who is left to leave then?
boathouse epics and manners
fly no more banners
since this exquisite
character has ceased to exist it.
memories are hard.

wershington' decidously

medusa government, I know not when
prosthetic, vile, and ill conditioned feet
will (barbary-ish pirate mode) complete
destruction. upside downedly pretend
to be; so cancelled out as parmesian
if steamed from milk so salt of possum teat.
stalactite tongued mosquite, no o, no deet,
demonish serin function [crystaline
disruptor] laden viscous .:. instigate
ammendments; itching filching tuber essay!!
supplant midwestern lake beds NOT,,, let their
protagorean milky aggragate
emosions fake .!. sincerely, doubleday
::;': this future rank of stale potomac air

in the backyard
of things
snow went and made
a wet cover for pants
, a windy froth odd or even
(neither matters) licked
those pants
with a larch stick.

I want to know something about
the imponderables ;;;llll;;;;;;;;;;;;
the ties that tie us up on the rail
road tracks when the train is fast
approaching the flavors of ankles and necks

abcdfgerkjlmnop

time is material
infinite is void
but defined
and thus has
time inconsequential
!!!!! dont let them know!

rulse_break

a whole church
of the earth I make
every strand of stone
and stick a prophet
and placed in my
pocket makes
me a rich man
unsordid and bronze.
to the reason of sunshine
I bear arms
and take a nap so that
later I'll be
still greater
than before.

for_mayakovsky_in_the_daylit_march

a bruise under my thumbnail
is an orbit for a tachistoscope real
to run on to run around on
and then there is what
to do about these clouds
ketchup smeared sneezes
in the great plaza's
grass carpet
abominable hysteretics washing
along perimeterilly and unaware
of my spinning
bruise under my thumbnail
put there by memories'
buttonless twig
, a lost code in inconsistent
lighting or a sparkling blotch of
raw dirt.

now the place
is smelling again an
incantations of bobbers on branches
wiffle the whole day through
and then some

pterodactyl flings
a figure of sideways
air and a sorrow
of plungers falls
on a crane
so so
in flight
so so
in cave

oblique crashes
an omniscience of unparalleled
scarededededededeness