I did not touch the bear sorted in short flight battery
familiar
in its search for the first dog many prototypes believe their features
and needs have keen interests in these pariah dogs some ecological
niche like human settlement made that dog be that way to hear blue
is the
salacious tone one heaves at the bright crowd gravitas to besmirch
turn a
chiseled phrase into unstable air in which I delight accuity “do
I want anyone to understand my dream? No. Never.” ten years
after
machine fucks floor fucks walls your face a template for pain you
can see come
from miles away at eleven I began thinking of exit strategies
seven or eight years at least before the Powell Doctrine
how not to occupy the dope behind the public abstraction
a punctually thuggish version of outer space copper truants
back on the beat don’t know the local shopkeepers subversive
turnip will see
beyond its dreams of coming true umbilical sense of stage the bird
flies
onto my head borrowing a backdrop strategy we turn into one
another’s palest gleam of mind crescent getaways a leap over
dirty
laundry into the other room no no to sway in festering rhythms
the greatest sea epic in the total face of cow time for fat heads
ever
I wandered lonely as a ghost between St. Mark’s Place and
34th St.
swat the walkman for grievous enhancement is it the headphones
the body that multi-crossed intellect lubricant where debate is
framed
twelve steps eleven negative eight tragedy breaded what’s
a pinion
extended edition cloud formations in the basement storage locker
encircled by stray cats who know an exotic bird is made of edible
parts a little more space to space in as solution an encrypted
via
baritone intelligence of lip shhhh polit tweezed out of eternity
to sign checks snagged in the belt buckle of focus strategies aplenty
out of earshot these lines will protect me in the future if not
in the
future when I’m looking for a space to absorb when I aim
to force
my mind out of its will to stay angry when I’m totally at
ease on
the clock when I’m choosing to imagine sleep when I’m
acting out a debt
to grease when I skip encounters because I can’t bear to
take you in when
I ride with effort and stay pleased when I cut my losses and take
the day
off I get it done feed the camouflage on this deck of war profiteering
cards making it hard to find them with music to resolve a husband-
sized hole does story bring you steady as in right mind my life
expectancy
one hundred twelve according to a test in the New York Post a
blow for polite outrage never been interested in your mind righteous
derelict ignored in empire but yeah likes it that way just let
me handle
the money we spend static loveliness together staring and laughing
temper of low-level paranoia sweetness outrunning you outruns
the wild too I’m a firm believer that a coach doesn’t
just become stupid
overnight I could taste you seeping in between the blitz somewhere
in the
shifter there’s an open-ended drifter and of all the callous
trojans
to tuck in the slant and mean it and wear it like an army of the
digitally enhanced dead I’m sorry for your loud sigh and
its defiant
hints of repression in the wake of bald fist versus hairy fist
spiders
live in holes and webs and why demean them hand me the check and
I will
operations of the corrosive kind inside the burger why bother
to bright in this fashion dot the ts pshaw tie on a horse only
ani-
mated stoopside view anyone goes by greetings optional except when
trust is contracted heaps of fabric on the arm I know you dreamed
a kind
of confession fazed on the interior surface I can’t inhabit
a sentence of epic proportions the Celebrex pen documents
our times from one second to the next whenever together trapezoid
fiddling periodically with shapes of of line of Viking spiral
ready to cut you down yes me friend bagels capers lemon breakdowns
you’re
not you can lap dust off the floor at your leisure it’s an
encouraging
tone demanding to be set so get there but I might freeze to break
out of
other strategies finding me stuck to the ground’s complementors
I see
there’s a black line where the money was supposed to be I
am harvesting
these tiny humiliations to 1) just be in my life 2) what
now for a sample box 3) qualify for a percentage of your soul
4) your name is bait 5) pretty lights stone free letting ‘em
know we’re standing
smack on top of an overt warning out the hole a known player restart
I’d like to write to a personal you but we vanished to think
on my
toes while leaping off any given mountain an unpretentious mountain
preferably though Big Buck Hunter II let’s be the ball and
take our time
about protections of liberty easily battered by force and its cunning
simplicity for all my heart I will never tell your minder to take
it easy on you my violent little space my harmless affront on
our good days ahead of us
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