•

That it goes from all

shall be well to oh

well

Knock knock

Everything is a pattern

of yesses and no

•

Now is only not otherwise

& sobriety is death          for the moon

is a licked wound,

the glimmering innards

of a ripped whale &

obscures the world’s terrific exit

•

Obscured, the world’s terrific

(Exit)

I want to thank what is clear

for the grimness, what the

future’s retrojection bore a hole right through,

the .commune where/as it currently stands

•

And what

The moon thus shed

its singleness

as if it were real and behold: 

The world’s terrific

•

Why do I need my ideas validated for me

            the index of prophecy is light

So that I understand

            the world with all its signatures visible

Light, icicles, feces, profit

                                                Of the world

Was made

Panic

And then its exit

Imiseration

Graced

•

•

I understand where all this is going

so nothing I anticipate happens

except to what it happens upon.

Everything takes great effort

though I am more

and worse than a coupon.

For what will you go to this?

For what shall you like it? 

•

For what we are is each their users

and what else

not to be overcome

•

Though there must be a bad vortex—

said everyone’s where they find themselves—

since everything

Since every know thing
only occurs to me each thing occurs
not to overcome what is else but

Hey      Everything

takes great effort

•

I roll I roll I roll yr eyes

as Friday complies

though I am not following

What of it stop it

Though I am not following or what of it stops

•

What if it stops? 

Whelm the field—

Whelp it

Whelm the field

Yr face ok’d

My shame & by it

Help it

•

Driven to no tone

•

what is all that shit

you have

figured out

credit-lapse  time-score
vice versa
terminus w/o drive

Water strung out on the stones,
wind wrung you are rising

•

Neither put forth

as a specific soldier My face

surprised / by the hand that put

something in him

My mouth surprised by the hand that put

•

This way it won’t be for very long

Not for much

will the flayed be

sucked up thru a straw

Not for much longer

Whther or not I have a sense of it, young history, I hate it.

•

The day felt it was an event.

The last is only

imaginary but there is speed

without your time. 

•

Their ill to believe everything issues

from flesh the bells dry bones the wind

breath fouled by the corners

of their mouth where they keep

how she feels about herself. 

•

Soon it would be less easy

for him to contain

what they aren’t in what he said.

Survivre, the sun

soon allied to the wound,

the word to the gesture

the living conceal, the living

conceals the end it protects

•

I shall come to rest

in the crotch of the tree

Jesus thought of God

as I the Internet

because i know myself God

cannot be a man you guys

and what else not

everything takes great effort right

and is in my nature

to be wrong and redeemy

even wrong about lord somebody

else’s most fundamental beliefs

so i’ve given up

all your gentleness for you try hard

to take it back, for when the dead

equal all created and the archive

lives for itself and on what decays

the map of decay, and though

all my feelings just go about and like

I just cannot or it is too early to try

to feel anymore how it is so late

or simply I am that way, weird,

how things seem ways,

how some pleasures are not good for you,

work.