They were raised up from the most,
tumble stones, seed beds,
overflowing fuel and oil soaked canvas tents-
tomorrow dumping out old chemicals
from the barn,
flexed muscle in exercises meant to save
now in alone expecting fictions
pictures of the past-
nearer my God to thee,
that sat perched with a sickle
seeing, movement freezing then
felling outward with the stick and blade
a mouth that cursed, the lips fall petals,
hands and voiceful threatened,
toothless stump ed
these were raised up, slew,
now master seeds,
old weeds are blown.
There were numbered muse ic conditions
there was hesitation then action
as the fates foresee.
The man was turned out
as if faulted feet
from the path in one line,
and from an inclusion,
to the infinite
A gem inside a bell
unassailed, but never used
cosmologist stumbles onto the tested.
Bodily attack soon drains the driver
burning massive fuel in localized fronts-
to stay awake becomes a chore-
Better drain off battle
to effective causing
second pattern out off from the field
composing, there’ll more,
lick up energy like frosting.
a long chain of preambles-
the history of assault is not accumulative-
it just continues blankly even.
If you hate an object well,
then you can cap the drain
upon your strengths,
body and time-
Love by itself can sustain pathetic states- forever
Nine protrusions are like unto nine muses. The larger body
can be split by sector, landscape of malady, illness
plain or the tumor hills. Each draws feed from its
earth, each draws attention to its oneness and singularity.
Noises are solid balls rolling. Can one carve or wear a path
to make it go one way? Prophetic making in the labor at
the ground, conducts a sound composed in ditches and digger’s
inclination. If all are given maps and plans
prophetic future sounding makes a compound mythic frame
for a culture tar, the digger’s stories, outlines
of the work of hands.
Sustain is principle
cords to it can be imagined,
Bible and a crowbar.
pressing into training for breathing
moving arms forces on the mind
the pictures of the arms in action
the prediction when not
still will weigh the scales.
The parts have all fished out
for only matches of themselves
and sideways widening of the belt of parts
come they say it seems
discordant sideways parts find a knot
to attenuate-, and rest.
I have haved-
several have divided to multiply-
number caulk corners,
seal out this world, polygons,
the house is made of steel edged board,
held in place with wax rivets.
Blackened into anxious locations,
the building angles invert
the rooms and sleeping chambers of the saints and men of action.
There is a pet animal at the end of one
plank, standing on it, above a drop,
out over a rise.
There is a plank, long and out over a body of
stirring animate creatures run past each other
on the plank, lost in direction, frantic, rodent.
There is a plank cobbled to another slightly crookedly
making it doubly long and inclined to twist to
one side under weight.
A hand dwells on a fixture, set with cool heat
absorption, hand then turning and pushing
a pathway out before a port presented
stepping through the body out behind
without eye air dissolves, two wakes
one for seeing and one for breathing,
slaps the hull, unties the rope,
loosened from the wharf, drift out away.
A current and a strength
has one ended head
and a long, tapered tail.
The tendons in the limb
snap back from their anchors
the instrument is dusty and mute
as the player stands looking complete
but limply holds his deadened plectrum
on a soft but saddened cushion
silenced song builds force from
one clogged pinhole
changes all the rules
and drops the game list.
The psychotic god
has lungs and smooth granite balls
at ends of wax cords
bash and crack
melt and drop their weight
otherwise unless a casualty of those falls would indicate
an invisible god.
Someone try to talk
I am the one who spoke to you
I am the one who would drive you down
or pass by blandly
someone speaking is occupied
make you talk
silent men will plan.
Men make ways, stupid and passive
and press against the other shoulders
following a lead away while sleeping.
Built nine raised stages in the window room
waited storms and the things that ran across the roof
gave thrusting bone hints to the occupants
who needed prodding
forced out of the rest
to come, and in the plunging rain,
look out, protect.
People are here.
Its quiet while they are being thrown,
level ceiling to the lots.
Let the hands mold over
balled. (waxished, natured tint)
I felt around me
concave, rounded, rough walls
grind tones twice
graveled sounding on itself,
earth is thunder from
a split throat.
Six hundred gradations, struggling over
artificial, ten eyes attach
wire mass purple through the forehead,
I’m seeing six beings
Held out segments of the limbs
steady to the shake.
Nine gravitational chords,
point and pin an individual attention
and reactive attraction, open, sounding
ribs of sound.
It studied after it knew
it burned away, it slept twice knowing
it sailed on a scoop cut from the scalp-
it grew heart and lung swollen-
see the sized extension
used as mast and rod,
the wind and volts
the night sky relieved.
Several times were saw before
a pinched brake hand made
him skid to find a tree
a shuffled, then, throw coffer
where the coins land
one side up as much as all
went out to find events
and trimmed them for the shove.
Expected to be passioned
unslept head rolls from soft to hard end
in the midst, muffled.
What man had not heard had
not learned and bruised
was little, and stopped,
but breathing low, making shallow steps.
Rich in sadly ill informed,
shadow perfect cloud that mocks below
slower drying up the land that
plows cut dust
tillers turn up tumble rocks.
Slaven handled by the gravity
of bodies and the minds that sunk
like shot through thick-
Frogs lose half their madness
as they bite the bare hook that’s not a fly,
regrets fill along-side them in the sack.
Removed by several lots
from daily rue,
regressions into innocence,
and worship at black alters
mobile in their own footpaths,
Sons, old and yet unborn ones
take reasoned steps
to wall in their own matched template,
the self and serving pile of dreams and driving
composition of the last knowings
completed with many trills
so long before.
There are stories of before
and ones told now that sink the boat;
beings are positioned
altered forming pedestals to stand on;
nothing all, but imagined, a presence
that flies amid them immaterial.
The components reached out to each other
but in of themselves could not connect
they stumble and stop over strong intent
and mean more saying, wads they
hope will pack into the gaps.
One ready cut
in the spare season
turns a field
that was once dense self serving weeds
into a heavenly plain
of hollow reeds that bleed responsively
the hand milked reason book (two side logic)
containing diagrams and backward numbers
provides us with
the order, so to place our needs
in chains where one corrected
by one sure chant
will go on with an power of the text
and bless with answers
questions foaming to the next address
and solve the world
in tumbling balls.
Old hand pattern
signs for new,
flagging fog stench landing god
air stripped numbered backwards
pierce of code high deafened ears
rags and uniforms
appealing, higher up than vanity,
brain, prepared sex prompted and promoted
as like invisible advertisement ruler cross
propelling nearer false and then correct by being
that hood being what is done
on the line that holds apart
the colors of the pulsing cell.
Every man is rotated
and there an like that he is worked.
The cutters labor to make him
free of all conception
of an art much less one absolute
Variation of the virtuous perspective,
he must wander blinded to the
composer’s writing desk.
He fashions canons
so to hollow out the cavities
of all the cutters ever worked on him
leaving all them flopping on the beaten floor
gills gulping mouthing gapes
to catch back fleeing life.
(Entrails lacing about the creaky chairs
and window frames, makes with steam
a nasty body edit.)
I long for the sense that had
delivered itself from the garden of my father.
It bred in air all hybrid like he would have
then came back later to my sequel blood
and now I burn with drive and incompleteness.
That is legacy of generations
when you roll in circles
packing up the dirt laying past
moistened by the rain of escaping matter.
Trumpet, forehead horns and
cross toned metronome (as metallic as a gong)
taken back from pawns
stepping over him glassy eyed broken backed
making up (on paper) new songs
of the crowbars in the night
and the satisfactions of the flame
making ashes of the bad. (by target names, redefined)
Someone has to write the melodies
and harmonize the chords of a
triumphant returning in the flesh
though not of worshipped god
but of the outcast man.
Sounds cook out through the skin
history ships handled in our coursing waters,
regretting moves learned twice
teach at one bog collected meeting season.
Instructions up the middle path.
sliced into all the strings
by the minded ones.
Regrettedness traits are breeding out.
No missing and imagination’s thinned
but like to a stalky reed,
a passing air is piping through-
and will airs grinding meals at mill.
Blood is hot like never before,
even in the embers,
sizzling against a log,
shrinking black spot.
God by tangents,
milked it down to one.
Move to study-
looking with such eyes as it has-
she throws out cancer lumps
of putrid missiles
what this crazy ray,
dwelling up inside a coon infested cave.
And in caves of minded room
sacred barter paper shifts between
rag hands, open labor slaves
plot them to hatchet
rags to leave,
piled filling holes
(half dug in winter ground).
The crustacean sea object
was taken by pinchers akin to hands
synthesizing incident when themselves
pinched and squeezed.
Those pictures injected into my streaming
while heightening allegory,
the last life living back
forced reading over auction eyes, dwindled
filled to every corner, tight embellished tight
frame to pass across for use
the bigness of a myth,
drawn in close by one.
Whole know nine retardric
seven, axle turning
all adjusting at a time to pointers
ten diminished by the seven to a three.
Planted thus, garden rows with seeds
of a picture on a slate.
Moved by perpetual engines
forced upon one question
does the enemy know who he is
and how bare naked in defense?
The strength of wheels and many abstract force
puts out of hand
no conscious mind will limit.
I take upon to oil the valves
the brass blast tool
to flatten fires,
as if the art of order is all local
falling forward by momentum of
the thick packed mass,
finally felled by trumpets
(at the feet.)
I close my eyes
and finally there is a light
that makes the eye-black gray.
From that gray comes the list of actions
I will take, back with me
from the eye closed.
They are in workshops, at benches
and long tables.
They cobble the nine armed,
the twitching metal eye and
nervous word associater, then they
push it at the margins,
operate them testing high,
Compulsed slots order energy into mind
like food divided by subject
on the plate.
The moments of surveillance
extend a blanket to my senses;
reason controlling, like
lines in the garden-
One man, two that I know
have cultivated strain-
they pull up simultaneous autobiographies
on Royal typewriters daily-
this hardens their frail(ing) liquids
into jar walls, lids, and extending
flexibility to just one object, the seal,
that keeps the contents fresh and-
They cross out, and fabricate a country comfort
while squalor alcohol and cancer
were truer to the past.
God and country
for fearful hand holders-
eastern blankets, not mutilated and impaled martyrs.
Sumptuous pockets devolve in a place
too real for that,
fantasy and fancy of the fatty, hire hoards,
(who themselves plot to split their pans)
this is the fullness of
the inevitable conditions.
We others can’t weep for your pulpy mess
word has it was once a man.
It humps the airs
to make its germinating lump unseen
the darken pitch center
splits to keep watch over
the distrusting self.
You worked the basket fruit in like it was meant to be
while you behave by rote
a sounding whistle makes me strong
each to his coded breach.
Watch it telescope its path
when its blurred eyes are put out worse
the flood it jams toward the mouth.
Before the dirty jelly mass
that in another constitutes a soul
it spills it sighs with discontent
it makes the people it thinks it owns
suffer with the smell
of its feet and urine.
It mumbles breaking into
onto many strides apart then back
shapeless on their feet
without a bone
The glory of wretchedness
is massed in one body
and two at least that
spewed up meeting-
to make one
that in nature’s irony or maybe in
its bigger plan to make a dull and grazing hoard
has made it not least impotent
is randy too, and door open to its home
will hump the air, so all newcomers
forewarned first to knock and yell hello.
It was a keeper, owner, guard.
Its only a building
walls bouncing a sound
occupations, exits and stations within
Its only a divided space
where entrees are drawn for
devised cause or divined purpose,
work or shelter, centered order.
A slit is timed and spacely,
a corridor and lane for passing on
the labors and the wares,
diffusing energetic lives
for dignities of protection
once an offering of every member
of the brood to each its members
now chunked off in their camps
and plain cut boxes, hot wires through nylon rope (splicing)
learned reflexive object
to the things force done.
Its only a building,
weighed down with snow in winter,
cement sweating salt in summer,
traps in spring and fall
containments for the cashed in on some other debt
the least worth of the values.
A building, machine of borders and slotted sleep
dial for unifying contradictions, the purge and
jell over contraries.
Surveillance- seeing knocked up
can be implied like the presence of the wind
by a rustling leaf.
Pruned the window like the trees-
boarded up from light
holding hostage out and in-.
Anxious men breathing through their nerves
hope spaces between boards afford a light beam
or a warp weather brings a gap short to repair-
but also may be lying-
Are (what limbs are those?)
the ice along the edge
is snow red.
The stupid-bodied one slumps
no seat or stool but
rain and land markers
prop and push him where he is.
The drop down was intended and in-tensional
a circumstance allowed an outer end.
A clumped-up log allows to know
when all about it lies a deed
done when in sending situations
ever making chance more ripe
fruit, that, even, ripens by the touch.
Made most by the taking.
Made tasty in the act.
Boiling over for surprising in the pits
the driver of the lumped clot
was flushed into its way to go,
the shaft it sped down closing in behind.
A great cursed auction is the parsing up
of engines left behind,
where blasted to a grain is high regard and treatment
Fill in imagining what isn’t seen
the veins are drinking in a physical
legitimized object past
up through their strong and searching ends
and know the cell and build with mounting suspicion
and write a family history to press
into a resonating history of a task
or vague intent.
Tree trunk tribe one
needs to trimming.
Waves are roping in around the body craft
the iterating marionette
is swept aside and center back.
Circumstantial exercises a muscle crossly tendoned to the bones
a fixed enforcer hard to fight or conquer-.
Rising pushing gradations past the shoulder highs
dismissing their own states as the one kicks by
then to one the offer for his bone discoveries
advantage grown not handed on,
the eyes want easy vantage,
framing, flaming after pushed you down
to lesson point
you hear, the other quiet, so the originator
still might think above
in beams that burn beyond the comprehension
then is when, then raise one up
who lived surviving despite away, and negative repose.
A spreading spill
when off one distance all it made
by hill, gravity, discipline, weight.
The debilitating chemical drain
was banged away, it split in shivers
along the grain and flop soft and wet into blocks
like it were cubed for stew-
Multiple ages, convictions, commitments
and impediments of a species number-
cast up categories sizing one I place.
Rusty scale are grown in on the body one
rotten beats made put by two source song notes
rattles and nauseates-
blundered, pushed down the stairs to the cave
was one while walls heaved mothers tones,
reconstituted, better than.
Was, a wooden man, there hinged shoulders nails and
to drain the lawn he filters through the
But- like the life physicist-
he sets up on his clapboard
wormed- holed and knot-ride haunches
and plots and pines and squeezes to release
bulged fatted tube outletting (will the pipe explode)
the hate direct
and power arched-
to tap into a million bulging pipes
and say and say to have you go, explode-
then organize the bin and carton, set up about the rim
warm but fresh must not reek,
a tap that drains
on one that flows-.
The second movement of completing one set on
in circumstance and miss past calculation
turn backs race became again too shy, to
Spirit parted, claims halves
hinged held earth and sky.
Sloped forward, covered with black fuzz inches long
bulbous form, piled high- over six feet
thick in the middle, tapered to the top of the head
which is the body at the thinnest.
The neck is wider than the jaw which is just smaller
the chest is smaller than the gut which is folded over
several times, as if drool running down a post
Barricade, and error,
at the pinprick and vanity.
New elect spirituals, sing your shapes flats
and microtonal injected measures.
Far away, surpass.
Obvious worm eats between objects and reception,
makes porous as calcified- space between-
surpass image reason
keep, (de) limit-
Barricade slab body wedged into a corner
gravity center packs (him) thickly in and
cannot pull itself free- drill- straws
pike into him thrust by thirst
drink ups wedge pipes
collapsing frail older long time past,
wedge gasp stretch taught across corner-
I look on with my new blind eye
split haired peeled back eye
live boat hold gripping eye
the eye dam breaks
in two times caution.
One world is spent expecting.
One world wiles wasted.
One other room reborn uncorrupt
sings isosongs plain
in formalistic slow dirge-ic
incremental in step.
The process dry eyed born
no lids stop to animate
no private secret sequestered
fractions in between the scene.
A live long song dispels the fumes
clean pipes pass breath
the noxious nods to soil.
The vein work enticed,
it collapsed and filled
like tidal bays.
Her lips fell feathers
the reproduction brood
skinned knees pebbles rough grades
and with the heat patch
shingled the house.
All her family
sang, to cross-out
separated from one.
Illusive moving picture
animated but just
in squared and portion parts
where frozen whole
active in one corner.
Attic pump organ
grate the walls
and ripple waves
in candle wax.
The wafers made by incident
spilled or secondary action crusted
peeled off from and then on stacked
until the shelf space fills
from rest to raise
and thin white cloth
that place above on top will hold and state, that down below.
Wood carved half sized hands
and hinged on creases, knuckles
joints that blended in..
fish-fat oiled in that keeps out creaks
holds weight to of all masters
when with lifeless hardened hands we grip.
held in pit and carving wooden hands.
Telescope of narrow bones
hollow pipe tones side by side
when song wings chord, when flapping or folding,
regulate, progress and tune anew.
Beach white, gold gilt corner encrusted ends
rubber tree (derived syrup) and cartilage
hinge the dart flown high arched in places
where to they transport about the bearer,
burden keys to all the winds.
Smudge on knees, skid, from landed undersides in places
or in self conflicted resolve,
thus made the hump stained map,
inflate the gall or bladder bags
and more to free range with symbolic semblance
of the nastiness of the means that equal
always the higher intent.
The current through the tube
could suck the ball-and-temperament away
as if a simple object strung on cotton string-
or power over rivet vessel sail raised, plow pushed
out ahead and splatter slung-
The rut and rant of end-time pleading
commences complexes down below.
When to million
scream, their tones in flight
rise to the ear and penetrate, you’d
plug the hole.
inside the murdered moment
until limits nature gave it
roast away in the darkness of the mix.
The station wagon seats in back are down
a father drives, not gray and minus but
jet black, prime father-
talking up what but the words alone
drive with no recollection of speech
cemetery pink stone earlier rain,
the stone more than wet,
lubricant coated, glistening beneath a film
transparent fossils, hand-size trilobite, five or seven
about the grass of the grave site
and one or two on the pink granite.
Staked out, long poles sharp ended down
ten feet tops sway, a forest. Cut straight
from straight alder branches growing only
here, they are most a modifying of the
substance, and the scape from alternated
passive modes into a potent subjection
to another order.
Log coat laquored wet hot pitch
made glow alight bouncing off the glisten
and into and onto the lens behind the eyes. Eye
jelly shifts its shape within the supple bags
that fight to focus.
Forced work of hands grind them into powder.
Eighteen lines of family blood pours persons
unlike into places otherwise they would not know.
The melt pack and just the fused which
hold their shape yet still are stuck like one
and as bricks in boxes part to build
upon and with and part to put a show
of ready need and waiting supply.
Staked out, long holes, cubular deposits
of the needs made ready on a surface,
plain and wide…
He broke his harp on a round rock,
the strings and hollow metals
pinging the air
in cold outdoors
kept out of tune.
Art filing last past being
where is for there less
for sound to seep?
Impression hard off distant felt self,
and that the sleeping part.
All enemy of the state your in.
I removed my youthful operated texts from the scene.
A buck knife jammed to the hilt
in an elderly socket,
laughter assaults us,
soft spoken lips lamenting,
but that was shining
Else you don’t know but
how hard to examine, and what are your hard questions?
Not have slipped into a questioning
where all finger breaks curl the hand
in better perfections
tree branch wonders, pains delivered.
Instruction: Pinprick every breath geared hole
so suction through is tough and undersatisfied
no wonder or want will justify the effect.
putty sustained with gas orbs and hair
; this fractures, packs away, hope
Nine squared off scores,
boxed organs of order
with stems that catch a clump and gather together
and form a bigger organ
for the sound accompaniment and instruction
to the act; this is added
to the attic away pack
of stromata and stromas.
Lips and cheeks expelled as if the sight through frosted glass
excess, imagination, free,
diminished, fiber actions.
You, the blinded
lipped cheeked and expelled.
You, saintly visage of tomorrow,
sleeping in, and vegetative
any time to ring hearth blasting,
head clam split by graphite pokers,
how could you, what to
pump your own blood back into you
it is not taking
in form or fashion.
And distance is
Things are playing
to distract to distraction
tops paint other and one
in spiral random letters, joined.
You don’t have to go here
you can go in minded elsewhere
a curl of other emotions.
Hold them in a broad-net, beating minded one-like so
in profusion, the split and melt in ointment and confusion
tally after counting look aside to see earth’s hole.
The pole thrust deep in measure to socket street, names
parallel. Known is logged adjacent to unknown, ponderable
What eyes, colors, what size the nostrils? One corner is
driven exclusion, myth-made past content and disposition
to the cave. Others side-point to there.
A spray that particled in the air
draws out the body juices in pints
pushed and foamed out
as if justified fancy snot emulsion through the skin
what it is to make the pies from
marrow’s great production house
lean long tender hard skilled
How longs to plant high fast and on fire.
What were you that could be so gutted so
some simple heated twist of wire
frost the insides of your earthly room
with char and soot?
Blaze poles catch evaporate
it, windy in draws out the elemental from the cell
dispel, pores of thing free fly, scatter.
Dry house wonders then collapse.
Some sink in, polluted sense, onward, toward polluted sense, the being.
How tired are they now of staying,
two of one
of altered none
times many through my rack and ringer
times how times many
on in memory, lasting will-less many?
This point that culture said survives it like so?
Clear mind pants and prospects being
stub trees growing.
But the body was a hollow bin, it came down the steps
and threw itself onto the slats so that
it hung in air above the septic and the puttied well
holed up so no meander or a child would stray
while hunting bones or sites to conjure.
No one knew
how the dwellers settled but this explained
the dark involve, the daylight bulkhead understairs,
and candlewax caked on earth
inside the winter box that holds the fill.
Wherever came from
that broken thin hand that changed the page
or put in low wall light over the staircase
or steps down to the back of the cellar
500 words a minute was one famous claim,
informant and a watcher, strained factory worker
shoe or tuna plant
who read and both instructed
only what was left to listen
underwanted friends too young but older in the welling mind
to long to fill with paste of words and story
over unlikely happening,
no fill but long boarded house
vacant with occupants,
Who makes for you to live, oh vacant flush?
I, so brain me, I the walking room of clutter.
The clammy feel of waking from the nightmare
the one induced
morbid mop the channel
the old fin cut through
wipe away clean as if to fill in
an old hole from where it was
felt path wide bridges
undone logheads in the pond-lake
un again old hole.
Ten questions each for what of my learning had
ten heads each
leach lips sing out sound
we know leach lips sing out something else
they were from out the history time,
from out the life and elsewhere
leach lips sing out love and sorrows
but leach lips know no love and sorrows
only imitation sounds
a love and a sorrow
overwrought in flaking plaster kept
for themselves to admire.
The cup slipped from the hole
and then protection from the stream was loosed
into the gap it went the river
The cave of the nose is
collapsed in both barrels
corn-dry an appeal
strand stomach whistles
the heart and the lung
is a barren rust drum.
I hear your beeping
remember the saw and the crackle-backed feel
opening closing the door without hinges
making the tenant house shuffling near.
My learning of
to hate unfolds
like flower petals
Get them once get them all
one long fire burst
god’s smiling down
on those who take his hand
and strike with it.
What force! What cancer!
all of what they say;
to castrate the
but never is a match
of your flat butter knife
cast one piece
to somewhat lifeless
but for the
the picture of all time.
Brilliantly sharp shaped elemental
punched in order,
their mission was they were dissolved
and that was how they meant to do.
Pitted man in sedentary swelling
special cleansing ceremony and alter flood,
the wash was want to be.
With skin and tassel,
boxed board hat
swung graduation to the centrifuge,
injection color stains, and eggs divided,
brilliant paths way
worn up to the pots
When I salute you now, I mean
this insult to the race when I
demean confuse and while in hidden temper
Beneath, below a safe-net,
a pox they might say when
revealed it rips and burns.
Drilled yet while
post known assumptions of folk
to contrast of expectant seeing
no question answer hat. (seats)
Cobble board (shoes)
shoe man who repaired religion
cobble new board.
Then what you wish, where to tread,
trends mixed, composites.
Wagon wheeled. Bolt hurried
pushed the load of one prone toothed sickle,
whale-skin wrapped and toned.
To ready! (prepare)
I am the god with my own long nine fins.
But about me in circles, what urine, what squareness
But with, both sides and my middle flat sickled in between
the friend familiar
Hands me the pin then recedes again
White iron fades in a fog.
Plant the nose breaker, as if a quarter of a nail
or far away the stake above the lid.
Who loads the cart
retain cement the pieces, this myth
strong mind making it in you it pays back good and well
let it pour into from out in dreams wake cast in acts.
Kill, blast, waste, eat, shot fog through living obscurity
it is cement too.
The crops of houses and barns, sheds in the fields
blind in the crotch of trees
centrifuges for throwing
contents about and into one an individual other
some up into the beaker stem away
a waft of smoke and gas.
Those objects there,
with perception stiffened
form in lines, conveyed.
Those objects there,
made and compounded,
stand to open to beginning
formulaic orders, algebraic aspect
roughed to fit in only future molds
equated with the second casting
to the final bake.
Truncate off what
the descended frame with each
its sharpened rim will
separate untidy slipped attached uneeded
Do not launch the brain case at or against any hard surface.
Fool-riddled, a gord with cancer hollowed turned
will still play its song.
Static charge kept inside the box will galvanize the room,
On the frontier
writing definition and rule
so something can get broken
dream come color when coded means
such as in prying up a
slat of gold, or emerald point,
or something over other blackened out.
A god its breathing in the hole one
advanced one in dilemma.
The cognate, multi-many-mened
is in position jigsawed back and forth
full there one plane at a time while
all else below could rise.
What hard parts blended and mixed are
they are feet or hands, walkers
from inside turned out to move a
flexible parts bag
Some clothed thing stands baffled
when others stand naked.
clothed stands starves with plenty,
poverty gaps a mouth among the naked.
Plug a river, stop it dry with a stiff device
a vision calcified into an earthly cork
Draw you to nurture and culture a nob
that raised itself up from the baked ground.
Attic responsively read
in cold cornered splintered nails straight and down from shingles
threatening penetrate, point at the head.
One contrasted with another
highlighted in the dark.
and eye in being dream
out of focus, flattened muscle down
felt pushed, adjusted in
Malignant army freezes up one mastered
added onto one, upskipped on the hand control
walking skipping forward on five pegs
as if a kiddy-cornered couch,
points to weight off centered
one side at a time, turn, caught, propels
what it doesn’t know propels, reveals.
Highly personal and dissected all the codes for one the other.
With one straight line across before them
each faced inward toward a crowd
together making a surrounding shape
and moving and retiring
dropping sides and changing that.
Beneath the skin runs
many rivers, cypher deltas, coursing codes
thin arms bred not withered
hold bolted pens
that write out stabbing surgeries.
Torqued tightly, raised to even tighter
cursive write each letter thrusting forward
into argument of every word
and phrases, cities, sentence.
The skill of God
in hand made dictum
carves nodes and growths
a baptism made
the ignorant offspring
shun dimmed history
where heaven piped music
and the reasoned dallied with passion
when hard boots kick out
and the weak crotches pull up drama.
What scientized passion
drove the legs up through the abdomen
and yanked the arms
from their sockets?
What is skill and inspiration.
An agency of an invisible
mentor of effects
works to teach
with pain and price
and extended cells of
slowed or drugged
leaves, tea, fat.
Ego minds are metal plates or rail pieces
tongues frozen to it
suspended by hard cold attractive
pushing aside the simple beings
that race and fight
the second enters in the room
the door off the hinge,
easily passed through.
repetition is not
and swallowed shavings
chief mild resistance to the blade
attracts the mouth and teeth
to a soft metal
chewed, and flavor.
Faultless act of
dented, impression of the teeth,
a pipe was in a shed
a warn down floor next to the wall
was cracked and gray pipe lay like buried
on the earth below,
it was heavy, and hollow but thick sided,
and would bend smoothly when forced
and hold its shape, and felt like clay,
© Lewis Gesner
Lewis is an Artist and a Writer who lives in Taiwan.