Rest

This month has been a party which continuing will should. Language which arrived intact se ha desbaratado. Me cuestiono en el camino. A ver que se da. Nothing is to be had. Or won. Dust envelops these dying bodies. Demonstrative machinations. Si me muero, que los colores salven el polvo del basurero.

Undermined

Frisar en los treinta es una pesadilla. También los cuarenta. O pues los veintes. Así es sabes. La madera se vende barata. Se le está saliendo el moco. La cita siempre termina en besos desagradables. Y no me quiero enfermar.

A trashed glass shard burrows into drying mud. A track sunk into the surface. A Trasimene for modern day Houston. An ambush unforeseen and for that destructive. Encyclopedias write no poetry like leftovers of a puddle in winter sun. Internet no match for what is caught up in this living net.

No Beginning Here

Doves ravens sparrows scared off. Choices which you regret. Your own mistakes. Take out your anger. Walk around with it. Give it a walking stick. Send it to Antarctica. I for myself threw seeds grains tiny bits of corn on the muddy ground. Tiny seedlings already emerging bravely. Mistakenly perhaps.

Door of banished dreams. Dressed under rust or walking sticks. Drive over and around til you come here. Durante todo este tiempo, raquítica la cooperación. Sin que se den cuenta.

Clouds of Inside

Day spent rummaging in the past. Surfing old hangouts and marking hours on the edge of my calves. Dirt colludes to compromise happiness. Simple patterns of sex and sin. Remarked the observing doe. You haven't been muddied like this in a long time.

Silouettes of Thieves

Time is rearranged in the making of things. Suddenly there is no previousness at all. And stories are rewritten without having been originally scribed. I tried to sell truth but someone stole it right off the shelves.

It is easy to critique rottenness. We all need so much.

How to come out of storms. That rain would have driven out the windows and over day. I told you. You asked me how my feet were doing. They told you cold. And you walked away. There will be no getting over.

No one has stopped the train yet. Days trudge happily. Repetition erases mispellings and falling. We decided not to go through with it. Still and all it is up for grabs.

I will do the watching here. My nostrils big bloated engorged with blood and mucus. Please don't watch the tourists passing through our pain. We told them not to come. I know. We all do it. So no one ever leaves then.

Makes a bad plastic wrap story. Whenever you need me. She's gone now. And cocks crow. People dive through sky. Somewhere a small child breaks out in a rash and no one rubs lotion into it. I still smelled her in the bathroom. Let's mark this private.

You Left

And never would I remember what I was thinking to do that morning. Never that ordinary moment. Expectations realized. Dramatically unmoving.

Now Before is After

Walked to run and hide. These were tripping alongside runs.

Fugaz nerviosidad al azar. Jornada de mecos.

Cuasi litoral. Semi desértico. Estrambótico Jesus.

Salvaje. Sal de viaje. Viajar un requisito. Sal de vago. Salvo los hediondos. Vagar es salir de los límites.

Ackee's Axis

Mark spot where break occurs. Marca esponja de brinca ocurre. Depth thorn toe. Depa tonto. La pintura miente. Lap in tour a mint a. Who comes this way.

Let's Get Gone

This motion would be. Fluidity was moved. Through change. Del cambio. Pass current. Bríncale. Bitch. You still have time for fallen limbs. La imagen no nos representa. No quieres que. It told you that. Levantémonos.

Forgetfulness blooms. No hay entrada. You are responsible.

Disgraced You Fall Down

Bulbous blue block spheres make a place to evade a yes. Fluorescent sweat and seven foot tall black teddy bears. You trip every day and no one else can catch you. Concrete glistens with recent rain rounded by oil and tears. Dont slip again please.

Destroy This

This this this specifies the detail. Points to different alleyways. This was not that. And if the language has lost its spirit then what. This this must be loaded with meaning.

Cross for Every Time It Left

We insinuated ourselves into that other world. Portal to placid pulchritude. A songland of fleshy furrows, jellyfish trees, multi-stamen blossoms. That cardinal dug through offal and leavings. A burrowing in decomposing leafmass. Coition, thrusting inside us, that world was an onslaught and then dissappeared.

Shatter This

A mood of return and recompense. What has the obdurate sinner wrought. Trafficking in grays and browns. A memory of dreck, scuzz and gunk. No better opposite for a milky fractal gyre in whirling detergence.

From Blocks Knock Cold and Hard

What words were lost in the moving, shifting, underlying. Shorn up and out, above and over. These were not those lines and lichen. Undermass creeps crevasses, crooks and cancers. Amazing how losing dirt makes clean and springtime blooms.

What a Jumping Off Place for Sap and Extract

This musculature has come undone and a peeling of organic husk then. Tripartite blessings on walkaday trampsing. Vanquished fronds matter less than its perforated crust.

Yesteryear Bids

Only human tanlines make for glaring failures. Sham apocalypse to alight on a lonely, last epoch. If she had believed, smoke and tears would not have enveloped this concrete monument.