Fervent Congruence

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 20^th 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

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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ABSTRACT EPISTLE (OR: America and Elanor go for a ride)

The three bruckled faces turned up

during that fucking drive from Long Island, out

keeping a steady diet of daily specials

like the most large catch of the day drawn out with an hook.

All the more days in you. All battening down.

Please take my bag filled with tote bags, my cart

and Meatball empire. The rain can’t last long

with you in it. So the traffic likewise settles down

between us, bright red on the lcd, as milk-

mist tendrils over the deserted gridiron. The level sward

and the shadow of a vacant grandstand. Rise with us

as revealed lastweek ago. How Santa Claus’d he was,

it moved both my ears like dominoes hitting the shore.

Sales tax on the kisses would never be right so tear

down the handrawn ukelele, for we have always

been a peoples. Nor modestly

sized. To try to make a look while

Skype staggers a bit with your beloved’s pixels.

You’d like to seem more

but I don’t want you to worry about keeping the faith.

Take up face with the people you know

been killers once or twice. If it is real

it has been effaced— destroyed by the errant hand of a servant

and a large cup of coffee. What seemed so stable

will be made again as I recall

most everything as you,

as I ask of you to keep close,

then say you love me more than you can.

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I never thought it might be illegal.

Keep your shirt from touching

your damp back; no one needs to know

you sweat while dancing but the truth is

like a flying kite,

tugging infrequently. A view that we cannot understand

except through jingling didactic simile.

A line of people wave at the fog-

packed panorama window at Einhoven.

I just would like it if you kept calmer track.

How and why do you still care?

Our southern diplomats manifest of right talk

and I yearn to hear as good

as talk is

here. I write to you lines at a time,

as I dress, between each article of clothing.

I am on my way. How much restraint

is your content under if you bear

to hazard the guessing? Oh Lord,

I’ll be here, all weak. The hum you hear is how you know

I’m planning to get some work done. Is there any

situation would you prefer aside from the sight of

terrible things for which you feel vaguely

responsible. I feel well. I do want to keep coming back

as sacred, to the old domain. A quick peep in

on how the body comes into the text. Then guess

correctly which part tanks when you drink

milk too rapidly. Keeping two fingers to your temple

I wait, as you sleep, thus

discomfited. I am there when you awake,

but I can’t tell white girls apart. 

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apron/hate him

It rhymed in the car, when you tried harder.
Which eye do I contact?
How close are we when I want
to read? I volunteer most things
I think about, though not
in a row. Had you heard the song
of the days when SHIFT was locked?

This love I keep will be
so revealed to me
if I keep staring at
stereo equipement
blaring on its feet
at my touch. Which orator is clearer?
It rhymes if you sing it and
keep the beat better.

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Lathe of the Creator

How many car accidents ought you survive?
You approach the counter, all
that remains in
the bank behind blood vessels stopped

up with stolen toilet paper, the soft expanse
like skin to get past. The brain’s white film—
you can wipe it off but not off your hands
or faucet. Get at me soon; say “Hello!” for once

in your eyes. The coffee stammers on the stovetop.
We had not thought the path would still be flooded
when the rain stopped while we were talking.
“See it seep

out the crack in the mug?” A finedrawn scalding
sticks my arm, the veined scape to mouth
five petals out for sun, drinking
where it can reach. The track of orbit’s fancy:

an odd look
strung between the buildings
with two screw-rings in the sill, some length of nylon
bracing bricks through the underframe.

We are making believe America, always making where
is there to start. But you approach, ask:
“What is it you can tell it from?
How badly would you like it to matter? I have

a sentimental attachment to my mausoleum. Can they help?
You’ll think of them
dying often.
So how chosen do you feel? Soooo

idiosyncratic, we breathe in
in the manner proper to one. My envelope and then,
the gasbag of an aerostat itself. How unthinkable you are.
You will not buy out of the system we

are all busy thinking about how to-
gether we all are. I’ll wait
for odds, sink costs in gulleys. The bridges
get fixed, fall out of memory on

one side of which we drop distinctive twigs
to watch to the other, coughing up fog.
It’s the largest deal in history.
Now people live for decades.

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