Fervent Congruence

Sunday, November 27, 2011


I would bring something with me if the cardboard
images we burned weren’t considered counterfeiting.
Its not safe to buy drugs from your car in this part of town, though
the basest weed makes to be idle sweet.
You are far from credit-friendly gas stations. But I love the seeing
that happens, as one might expect, when I see you. That line took years
off of my career, and this one shelters it. I hope you remember our jokes
about the earthquake and the hurricane, and how people asked us
at what time on Monday will the courts re-open? I read books
is how I would describe myself. How the body intrudes
with the women I think about. It takes a lot of work to keep myself
like this. Have you read INVISIBLE HANDS?
And the keys were bullets and our guard advanced. 
I like it when it talks about itself. I don’t smoke
cigarettes, and so am generous with packs that I buy every so often.
Maybe we’re talking about a paradigm shift here, getting away from
ordinary work and the pattern of Adam’s curse,
where Fucking will tend to not be poetry, though much to the chaste grins
of the audience. I don’t know where the vehicle went, nor where ought the tenor
come down, if she’s in key or what. The sexy domain bolsters
our time together: it renders my bawls and yarn useless
for the labyrinth. For eighteen minutes on the bus I had accepted
that I was going to vomit into my backpack on my way to my first day of work.
An errant shot too much, down the wrong pipe.
I grabbed the wrong pipe. Hey man, he said, and it began.
This hope needs authorization. We need to get a life.
But how long have you lived with the etymology of love?
I tested the briar arch, and here I thought that finding
all the questions was the point. The scarf combats
friction around the neck that would otherwise disincline a man
to turn his head about. The socket and horizon are the same: look at the array
of snowflakes on the window which outbrave my patience
in softening to elegant droplets lacking that resonance I would prefer.
They shake to the engine in my left ear. We shake ourselves apart,
and are named the luminaries of 20th century phenomenology.
We managed to pan out from the generation. Glory old,
old delight. Bravo to the yellow evening. Its an at least OK
goodbye, with a fervent shake. There is the fish that will not break
his stare. My conceit is pejorative, could use a lift. You weren’t adding terribly much
to this now worn-out flare of the times. And the crowd goes wild
at the motif’s return. We have found the real and I am keeping it.
Keep close, love one another. There is more we can say. So,

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Jerry-Rigged and Jury-Built


Where do you attend to the universal?
Hope to feel capable        with status of a state of nature
or ocean. I don’t want a nanny, find me my mother.
We’ll work out the physical limitations later.
The lakeshore seesaws and other spring-based animals.
The birds on the barrier show that
 what something is is what it ought to seem.
Allow the speech of suffering, it’s a reliable pride.
Heidegger says the corpse is present-at-hand, which is one
word. That’s what bluesmen want to do, as well as what have you.
We are, of course, the coolest country in the world.
But lots of people are also interested in Nicuragua; and I went
to El Salvador once. The stationary should be disavowed.
I know the world will explode and I do not believe
we will stop. Our roots in nature,
we are the poetry in nature. Your stepmom is too much with us.
Back then you were so accessible, like the combed part
 of hair was to the rain. Fused joints and the embodiment
of the review of books. You dislike how I call attention
to how much help we need. So we can keep moving,
you’ll be fine, but your soul is, though not a Thing,
the most important aspect of your shapliness.
Look at your walk in the mirror,
your gait brings danger to this place. Remind me
how to help you. That comment flattered me,
but really only as I look back on it. I thank you for basic needs.  
But to return to this same taxi, after all these years
would bring catastrophe. How long has the day
been taken from us? Please remember to keep it relevent,
even though we know how real time is. I have here
in mind a trickster who cheated not death but Hermes,
he who ensures that we get to where we are going.
He loitered, and is happy. How do you spell
the word for “rebirth” in English?

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Picture of King Arthur Riding an Ass into Rome

Thursday, November 10, 2011


Busier at the buffet with the current increase in late style,
we enact our own with mealy palms laying on referenda like cucumbers with grooves
peeled so they fit in our serrated eyes.
All the diversions and cones float beneath the bus
and some soldiers come home to empty apartments. I summon you
out of my current surroundings: the Sacre Coeur,
bent-out-of-shape windowbox holders, the bagged statuary at Versailles.
It isn’t working. You’ll later read what I sent you, so you can think about it then,
but I’ll have it edited and make sure I am up to enough.
I am thinking about you though I wish I could
think         you. The sun rises on syntax also if you’re about someone
with something to love that’s close enough to important.
Just take the note and hit it. Hold it whole if possible. The fences     we’ll put in
in the post-hole era. The line producer was also on screen the most
and is credited as a secondary grip. Here is the structure, up ahead,
supported by seven temps. Do you know
why they would say that? I do not know
why they would say that. Just go back to the I-miss-you-more-than-I-can-say
well and be believed. I see Psyche, and Love ravishing
her, and You, and soft Venuses with a shady satyr.
Mercury also carrying away Psyche, this sniff this immediate allergen
is pretty much you not being here. I wish I knew why itches hurt—
or at least why mine do so bad I have to stop. 

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