how did i get there?

shelter over the exposed add the fixer behind the bath towel, and socks and in fact the rest of...

Sat, 11 May 2013 16:50:00 -0400

shelter over the exposed
add the fixer
behind the bath towel,

and socks and in fact the rest
of the colorful ones
their mint and sorrow,

i think your face is beautiful, the way it is
ardent leaps. in the thickest of woods,
to a young girl one morning she combs

scared knickknacks, idols
there was a vase
eaten with a dab of honey for

aren’t allowed to fuck
nothing is here i could not frankly picture you

the time dropping forgets as seeing her drive away i wonder with the dust, who decided on these...

Wed, 01 May 2013 21:17:43 -0400

the time dropping forgets
as seeing her drive
away i wonder with the dust,
who decided on these names

for the goats, that are really popular
around here these days.
are they themselves taking the direct object
or a weirder act is hiding here,

perhaps like painted feet. they
in a humble color of green,
but she isn’t one of those goats.
no painted feet either.

but popularity aside it is
heartbeats experiences later,
and she is caught in cracks
of my skull.

she is an object somewhere
always. i’ve more than walked
home and she’s quaked home
in that silver chevy. dark hair wearing.

20th day

Tue, 23 Apr 2013 16:56:53 -0400

i’ve burned down the factory
farm. this isn’t in smelly
anger lights puncture night even

when christendom refuses exist this
horse apple line, an old
snearing, which arose back when dogs
could talk, then all horses
appear like clouds are hot
springs, by big sunflower river.

i have made this happiness
steeped in spanish scrolls where
the dead dig up bodies
taking your shoes off please

19th day: in ten minutes mister diary

Mon, 22 Apr 2013 19:09:00 -0400

no hazard with
the gray outline
is monday.

a nappy place,
four left of a tome
few get meaning from
graphed spirals.

right there. that
is morning talk,
symbols but
without any paper
bones behind.

18th day

Sun, 21 Apr 2013 13:40:00 -0400

the plastic peach tree
says so little in english

pencil marks toward ceiling
how to own person history

ready clouds migrate over the periphery
these platelets are metaphoric

what flavor you
want growing?

17th day: slanguage poetry and politics in the modern world

Fri, 19 Apr 2013 17:15:00 -0400

the first starts to finish grammar
the first what? middle leisure class,
we can ragged right.
not necessarily twitchy,
the optional to unbury our hearts
when this is massachusetts,
route 128 by the power lines.
that second, freudian
and the semen absolutely below
the bust line. how is your traffic tonight?
and his ambition is robbing
the ‘wet list’ from some powerful perp.
men that do it for him
get the job done right. a yielding
liberation, yet to ‘max out’ credit cards
like intramural individualism
let’s fuck like a batting average
said the orgasm to the public transit.

16th day

Thu, 18 Apr 2013 18:20:59 -0400

box flap discarded near river edge
everything torpid against a shrub
torn from large boulder ground
the trash cannot wait to be picked up

15th day: a list

Wed, 17 Apr 2013 11:00:56 -0400

one
not ovid’s new army
the driver confused of words
combined with send
the safety job personal taste
but critical pearls

two
about my mediocrity
of character
these lenses give us
a ward of going down
right price confides in proud

three
telephones
to be a man
up with the yet forth
come and get it with your grapes
paid for breaking fast

four
half sad spots and listen
the root number new york tetralogy
make feet the stores
engaged to agitation and
the theory of average feels

five
the sensual brought syntax
streams in ringing trips
past fleshes out for seeds
a ceiling is being channel
these here goddess

14th day

Mon, 15 Apr 2013 00:24:00 -0400

the lights up. i didn’t even get to shake
the man’s hand before, what do you
get from this as bitter owls plunk about
those stars are glimpsed as

in somewhere night called chamomile.
the characters are introduced as petunias
torn pudding would be is, cheap to call them,

enter the calm. oh the drama. then two iphones
walk into a bar; and they chat about the old
pharaohs and what rock, made from them.
betelgeuse where they sit;

sniffing turnips, what has become them
what no stage directions. please curb down
your blankness while lights over out.

13th day

Sun, 14 Apr 2013 00:21:03 -0400

hat tear was a rhyme-jerker
my cotton is accounted
absolute inside a nine mile ring

cat scamps through trash
on living room floor
temporary house it earned

exercise and soap is rubbed
into second shift
emoting doesn’t invest verbs

the naked neighbor i can’t
music the hearing off
freestyling while showering
how sentimental

12th day

Sat, 13 Apr 2013 00:54:09 -0400

caught, chewing garage. you forget truth everything
and a paddle of the forgotten music.
without being curious, without.
a special second apology, this one is clear

(enacted.) chewing silicate minerals
on bullet train, to argon for beautiful biting revenge:

belief that bears sentimental filminess
to a period canoe.

some know that blank minerals,
are all facts. every knowledge in women.
the stall self is loneliness. a sample of this isn’t
constant yearning for nitrogen

this, and buying the reality. a hurried
house of history for most breeds, on horse,
a period note, the abstraction left thin the text.
that song sent to neglect.

in this knew, a rainy reason — when
the object of minerals is impersonal.
the pedestrian being marketed. no dayparts.
they to that clear city.

no dayparts.

the reason to want quick,
merely, to run. the guns in this blank.
pleasure by way of that
musical want. this, us being unbuilt.

maybe that combination will say knives,
the ideas stall. puddles musing on pleasure
to the everything poem.
then all water hurried to the number three.

the mystery minutes are filled
with, within, the ritual letters, and more abouts
as the boat goes. the second
hand is gone through sun tongue

an else of the cargo market. forget escaping.
is memory a simplest
mineral? cigarettes the highest second
while stalled huffing reality.

we regardless are a driveway.

no singing manages the alcohol of sandlots —
the should, of silicates. that,
pleasure is to fuel fact.
feeling the want, to be called unbuilder.

getting the garage to be soaked
the whiteness of hunting, gets that crunch.
a cheaper plant can be polite.
every plant holds reality as selfless cafeterias.

regressing to the object,
tight, the driveway has wrist, sure.
it clings to helium. the emotion is crashed
in the sickness of those ‘that’ letters

but that idea, is the house cafeteria
regressing. a combination of width and comedy.
a decade really. if one plants
those teeth.

we crowd into the who, trunk,
and plot of mechanics bay.

11th day: sex and eastern philosophy in america

Thu, 11 Apr 2013 18:08:00 -0400

as with corners, most of us
like sex

those spelling blocks
letters on them,
most rain, beyond our world talk

ha, those being figurative
and anti-realist

it is your turn, the safety word
is violence

10th day

Wed, 10 Apr 2013 18:42:00 -0400

take the mouth agape and turn it in and around in your mind. exotic, south american, somewhere. our edges remain because we have decide on shape. the star this star does not penetrate, we you universe.

with the time we have left, anyone has left, let us get sappy. the covering for our bread. i could say i like your hips. i could say. what drives a car?

but the tone perfectly has something, an object different. all might has personal taste. i could — say. round and rounded by a thick edge, that world made of rock. while here is foggy. hear it. i’m a shitty listener, you know that. the missed confusion of words is never rationalized. it sits like a flubby bus driver, now combined with molten property.

sending message. message sent. this is not what is called four in the morning courage. critical mass confusion. pearl on the beach pearl under your feet. yes, that is sexual. and the message: hello thursday morning news how about a blowjob?

9th day: e-poetry, on perspective, & noir

Tue, 09 Apr 2013 16:40:00 -0400

cat turning head sideways
to look at the bubble downward floating.
will history itself stop sculpting?
grainy is sense. these lenses give us,
when was the last, we stood
by campfire light? hold on this isn’t
an expressionistic detective flick?

8th day

Mon, 08 Apr 2013 17:56:00 -0400

did those shoes find me? did i find them, they were tan, then walking cross the crosswalk my mind is a zebra. made to make sense because flesh figures it out. stops beside the longer wall, but that only, anxiety. already over the crosswalk and gulped coffee. how the pigs feed. mysteries to no one. this is the right price. the weakness after seven days, for anyone. the voices don’t come from myself, it is a sticker on a telephone pole, shiny and metal. that thought could have its shoes untied. is that them? it must be them they live, standing up. only two limbs ever speaking the planet at once. tendons holding together whatever connected. approximately we are calcium and protein. the attempt and atonement being honest. the different organisms related to one another. in wheat, whether they have it or not. how long will that last? it is daytime, confidence is much easier to come by. costs less. you don’t need to get cash back. my work is a shopping cart. i am not able to feed myself. that echo is proud to be a man. this is no trash can for the washboards or motherboards, stimulation.

7th day

Sun, 07 Apr 2013 23:57:00 -0400

no arrival yet
or a late appearance,
up with froth
toward a corporate
bookstore

the smell in
a cooked chain,
expect
to pay for coffee

change in the dark-
ness is earned,
the obsession matted
down on having
the book you want
or the book i want,

stroll in
like you own the place
and take what you
need don’t pay for it,

this is breakfast
half finished,
we are delighted
to boil your order

have it in maps
in our head,

share this, as this is
the last evening
and midnight nears
in the hum
of sad spots or stains
but stores close
earlier here,
is anyone listening?

6th day

Sat, 06 Apr 2013 13:21:00 -0400

the eleventh hour was when
those ads were cast out of fashion,
into a different style.
the appearence of everyday things
in a feelgood vibe, except for watches
& calendars. a phrase like running time
is hardly considered;
this is a cold season for a freeway
with a route number i forget.
missing experience but inhale, inhalation
will make you feel better
more sexy even

as a dime detective novel
could’ve made you feel but back then,
but personally i don’t remember
the twenties, from social cues —

& the agitation, the way style shows
then becomes a hearty bush leaguer,
sensual experiences,
those revolutions & engaged moments
brought to you syntax
intact, alluring average.
the piercing the theory with molotov

cocktail. demerol, depakote, paxil;
laws dictate how when to cut toenails.
raise my legs when you see me in shock.

5th day

Sat, 06 Apr 2013 13:14:00 -0400

phone rings
we the streams, by
everyone’s ability here.
you’ve a lengthy trip home,
thanks tapeworm.

4th day

Thu, 04 Apr 2013 15:39:00 -0400

a series of unlikely explanations
will only fit a few people’s
gear boxes. public relations technique
from a clipper ship —

above us in sky is fog.
the break in the room
could be a conflict of interest,
but what century
do we live in? there’s
a cold window

through the other room,
this shows me the door
have goosebumps
actually is a jaundiced outlook,

a sunny fog with
yesterday flurried,
whom will spin
the again serial.

3rd day

Wed, 03 Apr 2013 18:19:00 -0400

the sea shanty admits running
through veins is
what hustles there
is it green that color for ireland
i am a pause

besides this being a pirate
has helped my hearts boat
stay clearer and pump
anything running a sea shanty

admits that patience exists somewhere
this help pours
gasoline into every
body

it certain isn’t very urban
when looking beyond tourist self
the most obvious ribcage

i’ve learned people chant together
beyond the they have the same job

you could hear heavy hands spit
an unguarded money pile
saves almost nothing and serves
is the unanswered phone
or pirates memory in rum

that i’ve poured out
into sawdust glued together
for experience
chewing and nourishing all
except the happy skeleton lungs