(Personal Allowance Threshold)
Like a cardiac splinter or
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
compensates a top plastic surgeon
just want money but
we’re all in it together
in this Big Champagne Flute
about 2 1/2 ft wide & 3 ft deep
around the base liquid crystal versions of
wheel barrows, shovels & pick ax’s
obviously still composed of flesh
& i thought to myself
alongside municipal zoning
pursue both ditch digging
& symbol management
(Cocaine in Mayfair)
If you don’t feel like
you’ve failed enough already
opulent trade in CDO
will spread through
your surviving intervals of memory
under its aspect of continuous
connected process loving small vagrants
stiffened in blast crimped in
baked convulsive joke
that heterogeneous ideas are
yoked together with violence
but to each to his own crisis,
so complete the fiasco
bibelot frangible bits weakly
in my terrain of reproduction
at once, agencies of fiscal discipline
sanction trials demanding
a straight ditch of credit products
for liabilities on the balance sheet
austerity counter tacts
strange fits no yellow pongee silk suit
snuffed out the cocaine in Mayfair shingle
road paraded faithful pet gazelle
infinitesimals of sectarian fun await
squeeze the piece
doesn’t produce miracles
& the base is sunken with morbid floribunda
& comical abbreviated conjugations
on the bonnets of SUV’S
the cylindrical lip
crossing tip to tip
(Untitled)
In the tradition of a coterie reading
your feet covered in Margaret Dabbs
& so is your face
& the days are so short
by the time you manage dimidiated
it is in this will to arrest
a moment to bury
the ammonia-injected meat
in quicklime because
there are no tourniquets.
What is a derivative?
There are no tourniquets.
(Ode to le gars)
Always in the fog,
cottony, all day long looked like he was sleeping
considered it all formidable
child cuspids battered often prisoned
tough dry-hair raised out by mothertime itself
immemorial stories of histories
in the Bistro spilling conversion
the preacher preached life
on the screen on the street
without distinction
a violent head shady
but always inhabited
(Life is a Sport)
More milk dispensaries
than ATM’s ballerinas
siesta with jogging bottom
warriors left at home
all day family planning,
domestic care
educational systems can’t predict
aerosolised, manic & ambulatory
OXI
is the destruction of restaurants
a yes that can’t hear
milkweed the sustenance
monarch or avuncular
gone to the numbers
game & not war
& you won cold from
warmth resplendent
light makes work that is not
work light bulbs in daylight
asks such a slightness that
needs a head against a tree
looted floribunda in kitchenettes
in SUV’s arboretum
full of profound asthma attacks
with mothers & fathers
in bed, glued together
yearning for timeless grasp
of verities ausmerze
6 million lazy gluteus’
no bayonet sunlight is when we
drive cars without ancestors
full with silence cunning pass
pink filis & its cages
rented is this property
of the mind?
virtuous world tongues
coming thru your window at midday
with bottled Fixes & mosquitos
eating my tired idiot hand
out
