Topology of a 1-Chair:

Tonight, last thing he said was “see
you later” uninteresting;
underneath it not a direction – an imagination! –
but around, the ‘T’ of ‘talk,’
unclosed lines to a tapered joke-train
(Not a joke-train! No room for a joke-train!);
now, the word “suspended” is close enough
in air and does no damage to “visage,” closing into
square by pointing only, pointing – ahem! Indicating
only a “warm set” of rods, made of Holdable,
fittle it is the
sound of seven strengths, turned in like sensible, ah!
(back!) tuned to THE sensible – THIS, mind you ‘THE’;
“mind you” don’t; and ends in all but means.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

A course in veins:

In two parts: emerges you’ll lose – valiant attempt / / / / / by four hard built from haul this contrapuntal conception (kept secret) ..--... .-..-. -. -. .-.-. ..-..-. ..-. .- . .. ..-. .-. . . .-. .-. . . . -. . . .-.. . .. . . . -. -. -.-- . Before each footfall on the “boy” way to “going so early” the “. . . is like a living thing – it ages, breaks down” mailbox a corner of “clamber” her mind kept keen track o“O”f the cracks in the sidewalk slabs and the spaces “swollen cunt” of delineament.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

(Softly) “I’m like a hand-held piece machine”

Some things should take “table for two” away.
(here n-dimensional [piecemeal])
represents one night one.
ooooh
“I,” female persona, “quit ” it.
“Listen to me please” (like a hand-held piece machine)
“represents Remove impressed of – not
applicability – disembodiment thanks for dinner”
no where the record is “in the punch”
-ch -fh-uhn-ckkl::this, near all-unclaimable float

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Once In A Million

and every creeping thing, “of course, dear,
next time.” Single minded, is what / argue
at the stars. (Stars staring at Buffalo –
dead. I spend ten minutes every night
trying to wake up early. I pay for everything
with your money.)

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

“There was naught above me, naught below,
My childhood had not learned to know”

Dreams racked
with things passed
and kneaded thought;
while hands sure
of bark, and such.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

“(The gods so loved him while he dreamed)”

Whoever dreams, wakes?
– a slight, killing corner
in The Abstract.

Scrape of knees.
The weird buzz
at the brink
of ready muscle.

The nerves secure us:
eat those gods – and wake.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

“’Nay, list!’ – bade Kate the Queen”

Square what
things square, shut out

the cold / it’s
not healthy
for a tired body.

Move.
The thing here

to
be seen
‘s

potential, humming.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

“God’s in his heaven –
All’s right with the world!”

“Give me your” – she
whispered, scarf rustling
“fingers.” Then, la-guuuuuu
(Assemble!) “Come on!”

the breeze
from the A/C

/lightly laughing/ remember?
the two
crickets – dying – singing as

/as across the apartment/