Old Word

"I'm not angry because I'm young
I'm angry because I'm right"

what rain will do to you
a child realizing

four deer eating grass
a child realizing.
the church or the club

I wonder who would do such a thing
I wonder if it is for the same reason we wait to shit

"We are looking for a music museum"
past the deer

WHAT I MIGHT'VE DISADVANTAGED IN LEANING

it's like the truth's there, mineral
the day is ratty
a yogurt special strains the woman
big arms craddling eight, nine, with a cart

and I think she can overhear, 7-
4- (no, she can't), my sister's discount ID I put in

I am at a pink gate that is very loud without a language
the escape of the medium that's, famously, Chopin's piano, Shostakovich's string quartet,
only the only apolitical space, which means only you can see there
the politic move, that it has not engulfed the [read me] field

this is music
this is Faustus

there is a guy who steps into the garden for salvation
but I step in to present such conditions as I may fail a crop

swallowing chalk to feel my gut settle
is deliberating, a squashling conscription
in the firm sun that while I think you are awful
is through skylights in contempt of rest: how
are you tired how are you not in a bed

you are pretty and, like music, not here
I think when you lie on the couch with your head off
like a cat with spread legs but not that position
you are an angelic and (you are not asleep!) energetic lamb
that has made up hate to call out and to so lose

you get more assumed of the map without growing
you remind that "my how she's grown" is deference
to there being nothing of your haunt of form, of the hung kill
in their like your face

you are assigned an early grave
and you can't eat there
the earth eats you in a bowl

I wish you knew more about forfeiture legality
I pick you up
it's then I wish the sun weren't in the skylights
prompting you lay on your gut which means I had to flip you
and you woke up and didn't grace me immediately

was it ok that Thoreau could see his mom from his spot?
that Percival Lowell had eyes a little fucked
but with his telescope was convinced of Martian agriculture?

Lowell's was a romance, ex:
I see canali.
Because I left them.

THE DOER SPARKLES

hell is some riddled material
you have to set against

to make for had bellwether three pieces that
will need it back to make better

pee, having to having sex
someone had who does (but not both), their
thrill of setting up each other's (your) acquitals
or, hell, both, the sub-dom benign
seat the sink

lean-to leant against as wall
taken up the space
angles again softly gone or the surface held up by 

relating or not, to admit, allow calm
a killing whose diseased fear's skipping
and so becomes it, to worry space

hell could be gone or gone 
if gone not gone to
but out of body
hell of my gesture past
my given some dress in body length zippers
to undo the sheath and regain it
knowing how delicate you want it to've ended up being

three deer eating grass

GIFT OF GAB

is a human rest
what's the shape
how will the shape maintain

the order is collapsible
the flex of order's timewise
agreed with more at those meetings

THE DIAG AS FAULT

the guilty ill
stole her soc [sosh]
half-mast posts post (their) reasoning

I will starve a monarch
its violence goes into hollows
or in, fills out

inter-penetrational diseased group segment
bitty by shallow contrast commutes your ease
kept up and shortening

what is wrong with your head
that you wear yourself out
before all that need you'd anticipated

but honestly why is the flag at half
without knowing it's mysterious even aggravating religion empty or in clear need of revision
like were it greased less than evenly

QUAD

for my mother


some recipe for a run-down

to heal, cooled twigs down the back flexed

once to pick them and again opposite to receive

with my thumbnail press the fruit's bottom nubs

going largest down, like light in a very good diamond

the bus sun made for such fracture, stops, the peel

bursting stuff were we west and shadowy

you wouldn't see it 

and in fact we turn right, and the same pressure

sees out nothing, like painless neck movement

later stiff 

when I move against my clothes anywhere

I'm calmed, because of the coincidence of pressure 

RIGHT

feces eager, polyethylene sharp tugged by canned
beans, not less expensively a bag (as a body in a body) in a bag

I do not mean body bags but the comparative inexpensiveness of, at least,

the uniformity of both bodies copulating to reproduce 

as compared to what else might be introduced to the body (at what cost)

and a (not a can but) bag of beans here meaning dried

as carried possibly in further polyethylene bag(s), envelope, home.

what does not necessarily cost

some stressed goody brush, the profanity (of) our subsisting makes for
a fruit that's gotta be palmed
to be carried with the arm at side

violation two shapes 

the feeling for barrier no object

or objects. 

separate to be elastic than how they pertain. 

without feeling for. 

as an elasticity will have of (its) cover.

and of, as parenthetically, the possession.  

one off, as of term and hedge,
board and border in truing woods.
the local water fit in trees. 

BUILD

what an exciting formative experience it was
to bend like for dryer socks over for the wallet faux leather
and with nothing of value thrown in a bush, kids.

I don't dislike skunks
the eye and nose filled that way and sudden

 

it's to learn you form and what's to last

lift like you do needlessly a button just to tug it left

THE LOOK OF A MAN IT WOULD PAY TO KNOW

publique, to say clean masturbatory living
the suit and sensitivity to figures 
of oppression

there's a large jawing space

a yonic frame such's the elbows

in masturbation, an act of both (and 

however many more are available) hands

the cynic's dogged for being with

the dogs and dog-like, and is dog-like followed
cynically by the hound
who is a cynical man
among dogs that form a circle
of I guess not cynicism but of dogs of cynic's dogs' cynicism

the erotic breathing (strained, fast) 

not evidence of the rear seat man's masturbation
but the resonance as private 

this is a bus

there is seventy five cents taped (and

you can see it tug at hairs) to his leg

beneath a rolled up leg

which is how I reuse words

currency realize is the anti-media

that it cannot be reconciled with the body

and other reasons like opacity

I wish that hadn't happened 

or to the professor "Professor
hear me out" heard out

it was something about masturbation to a class of seventy

LEO / CETEGRANDIA / SIRENA / ELEPHAS / COLUMBA

Allegory of the Lion

Part 1

he's god

booning commander

and earth is open

Part 2 and 3

he was dead

motionless in a vault

like a shepherd

The Whale's Nature

no fish is so firm

as its image

tilling the sea upsets nothing

there are no cuts

when a lawn becomes

not a location

but a direction

this is like a whale

dilluting the small task

of its capture

Allegory of the Whale

they kindle a fire on the marvel of tinder it rests

precipitately loathe the disembarkation that's rest

and so

straightway rejoice, eat and drink and sink

into whatever hold or cushion

without wound until what season

when summer and winter contend

sucks in all those beguiled fish

while the weather can't stay as bad

as that

the floor of the sea

is the greatest tarrying mouth

that could swallow us

but instead has swallowed unbelievably, sweetly

the whale

The Mermaid's Nature

bunches of em, wholly a fish even though

you know

like a shipwreck of the body, why

any ruined sailor

would accept this fate is baffling

talk about mal de debarquement

it's like Guest, “into whose confidence

I have wandered”

don't stand for it, guy!

gurgling, varied water

know to avoid, wonder

is this really someone you want

to be talked piously to, as example

whose navel is already site

to such discursive quiet

it confuses you

or like Bernstein, “values like the butter”

and you like the idea of her?

Allegory of the Mermaid

the outside can serve

without service

what is betokened

in sturdy memory

undone

by what's before you

tone they deceive

quiet they deceive

all of sacrament

The Elephant's Nature

Indian, big, burly, mountainous

they are like sheep

to see one topple

is to witness a nightmare

and relive it not just in but in the act

of sleep

in mud unable to move

broad lengths of chastity

chastity is an elephant

Allegory of the Elephant

suffering wants to raise up power

to get off itself

suffering is the scab

growing to discontinuity

with the skin

so is the elephant on earth

and we on an elephant

an estuary elevated

its peace lumbering on if toward quick

ening we

cannot see the mouth

The Dove's Nature and Allegory

inverted precept

perception of worms, seed, bile

she is landed on America

nothing

as excellent

easily stirred

brought

FORMICA / CERVUS / VULPES / ARANEA

The Ant's Nature

nickels mount, acquire, spill over

there are nickels where ground oughta be

full paid in nickels, pennies involved

as begrudging subs in change back

imagine it, running about, seldom resting

just nickels

of wood and of weed there is nothing

nickels

when it becomes winter again

and it will

food in shelter, good

to fetch food beforehand

before it can be eaten

hastening away as if it were shameful

the corn to the cave bit all in two

so that it will not become useless, ripening

into timely maturity the book of Physiologus

words scurried over with ruinous focus

burning, as if in payment, ants

Allegory of the Ant

antagonize the work at hand

keep if only partially earning

to behave as winter would have

lack all sustenance, be tired, imprudent

ly food is our security and our ticket to winter

shucking off the tried hides of repercussed body

in the cave biting whenever and whatever

the ticket is, degrees of wheat, shunned barley

fed on the law

its very seed cast off

which is just ground yet upset

a foot planted, set down

The Hart's Nature

two customs:

draws the snake

peoples the Physiologus

a third:

swallows the creature

Allegory of the Hart

as if we were mad

as if when

we seethe

thereby does mankind have ingrained

the lord's law

The Hart's Nature

Part 2

consider the cello

even if there were a hundred together

up on land while all hale and sound

slows of tiredness and others come together

to help get control of the line

we still aid in the need of arrival

we are steadfast in heaven in this

pointed, we'll get on okay

drinks have to be let melt

brothers tire, helms open

hart's sound

laws fed with to boot

Allegory of the Hart

Part 2

there is no transformative hart

no singular, complete hart in plain

every ten miles

a hart

sprained

up popped to

be let as broadleaf trunks

look for now as good

as the other

The Fox's Nature

so you wanna bitch, red and ready

leave off all deliverance the mist

will anyway wear off

you pray constantly to sojourn naked

into a fount

and make it in

food, Pater Noster

drink and drenching

covenant of made, rotted way

out alight nearby the barnyard

so lit, manageable

get to it

cock, capon, goose, gander,

neck, beak, she'll haul off

that's why men hate her

Allegory of the Fox

Part 1

pecks repayed, imagine

that she go her way

a fur ride

for cleft-snared birds

quick to take off and be taken

a dull physical party

her teeth are like rain

as admirable, avoided,

dense

Part 2

like a film

for which there are more night showings

and dates are irrelevance

but put out for after

bids nipping to the belly's will

done wrong, the canniness

of placement of wounds

Judas was a reveler

a nipper, sayer

of virtuous shit dully

Herod was a fox

the book is right

foxes are always tortured

they are never punished

but just end suddenly, lived out

The Spider's Nature

some plans take shape on the tops

of houses

fields thus fashioned

swiftly and left

blood of no other favor

but that seizing network

and neighbor holes

Allegory of the Spider

an injured market assemblage, legs

plenty knotted, whatsoever public

look out for emblems you devour

this kind into someone, on them shouting

AMBULATORY

there is no room in my mechanism of sympathy
for their use

the docility and not the sharpness
of an edge

CHILL HOME FILTH

was written ten feet on the wall, Michigan,
of the Persian-owned discount mart
here 

cloth
a delicate issue

they haven't chilled yet so
it's where I eat

seeds of unpacked garland figs
sucked out between primaries that
have some flavor yet, as the civic image
any, gets lost, of an attending stoves or
filling up as what's a developmental groove,
a pot or yonic (and this is not redundant) recession

a friend calls it a "trudge", the complex
to better note runners, their meanness
I said "they are a mean", is where I draw the word
but they're mean also, I guess

mean to be right, quiet, difficult (too fast) to contact
something of a lifestyles empty beside resting contacts, protected
in the bathroom of who thawed you out but's
you know, who has a lifestyle (puns

are contrapuntal, unite meaning,
are as much fugal model as...)

it's a complaint with the militaristic, that concern
be so forced away, shaped in tense packeting, folded in
not the strategies or guided meanings I use
because they don't trip at all, let alone often enough
but my strategies are as visible and left around

which is the word. state of
being left, or having been (sartre's on their dresser), or
what intelligence's left...
I am a jealous man.

struggle, as a narrative device, is something like
concealment of deliverance, mere antipathy

"this is beautiful"
he has to be told what's beautiful

let, also, a versus left
who's let, or let out to
to be left is if you like to let leave