CASSIDY (short w/draft notes)

stella stoma

Surprisingly it only took me 12-15 minutes.

cocaine in mayfair (VERY ROUGH DRAFT)

if you don’t feel like 

you’ve failed enough already 

opulent trade in CDO

 will spread through 

surviving intervals of memory

under its aspect of a 

continuous connected process

loving 

small vagrants

stiffened in blast

crimped in baked convulsive

joke that

heterogeneous ideas are

yoked with violence together 

‘each a crisis’

complete the fiasco 

bibelot frangible bits weakly

in my terrain of reproduction 

at once, 

agencies of fiscal discipline 

sanction trials 

demanding Hercules

dig a straight ditch

of credit products for

liabilities on the balance sheet

austerity counter-attacks

strange fits no yellow pongee silk suit

snuffed out the cocaine in mayfair shingle 

paraded faithful pet gazelle 

infinitesimals of sectarian fun await 

gulf between any synch 

squeeze the piece 

doesn’t produce miracles 

all the base was sunken floribunda 

comical abbreviated conjugations 

on the bonnets of SUV’S ditched in the cylindrical lip

crossing tip to tip 

the personal allowance threshold (DRAFT)

like a cardiac splinter or 

and I’m thinking of a calendar heaven or 

a map or what use is it in thinking

-about prosody? in the head

felled trees

sleep aggressive 

minding assertion 

of hapless halcyon image

slyly wilting neurasthenic honesty 

each new trench

has gossamer of tolerable

arabesque wealth 

dreaming heave

compensates a top plastic surgeon

and many many foreheads 

wiped just want money but

we’re all in it together

in this big champagne flute

about 2 1/2 ft wide and 3 ft deep

around the base

all

upheaving ceramic, silicon, liquid crystal versions of

wheel barrows, 

shovels and pick ax’s

obviously still composed of flesh

and i thought to myself

alongside municipal zoning 

pursue both ditch digging and symbol management 

There are no tourniquets

In the tradition of a coterie reading

your feet covered in L'Oréal 

and so is your face

I know you’ve circulate them privately

a way to encourage intimacy 

& the days are so short 

by the time you manage

dimidiated  

It is in this will

to arrest a moment to

to bury the ammonia-injected meat

in quicklime

because there are no

tourniquets

What is a derivative?

There are no tourniquets

ODE to David

unknown for everyone as difficult 

matter

the word that comes to me: 

a lord, 

violent, 

shady

 but inhabited

in flat biting 

cingulum tough body

dry-hair

over a beautiful broken face

unknown for everyone 

a wagon for a wagon

always in the fog, 

cottony, all day long

looked like he was sleeping 

considered it all with formidable finds

the child cuspids battered

often prisoned

tough dry-hair

raised out by mother

time immemorial

stories of histories

in the bistro spilling

conversion

the preacher preached, 

life on the screen 

on the street

without any distinction 

a lord, 

a violent sir

head shady

but inhabited 

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