15.04.25 (CE)
Clerk of mind
heliodor eyes in rosewood
vitrine NPCs machines objects
air cavities ran up unchangeable
hierarchies of any surface
burning souffles inside
the discourse of unbelief
cell of one dominated by the full
simulator of collective ag
steps on which the font stands
and the gargoyles hushed
into giving back
epiphany in the sculpture park
roaming lossless premonition 2
freedoms unfreedom
Verfremdungseffekt
who knows not how to hide,
knows not how to love
19.04.25
The burning sun
burning when you took my arm
in maple rustles
& you depose life itself
your hatred’s slued in to
prefab wells
like molasses reminders
blackened like molasses
that keep scentless
and remind the welt again
of its progress & what is it
unmouthed furled & bent
to place, on the supply chain
inside the actual supply chain
networked chained to waste
the strained love of
order fulfillment
11.04.25
Granny comes in again
of gliding the noises
you barely speak to,
each more never & nomore
hope away in that pace
that south facing chaise longue
that cart that carries its own road
that stem like instinct calant
how is it in blitzvile?
the inn of cobblesmouth cramps
London hearth pieces meet pieces
of Orbital runic ceiling
walk under quiet divils root
& finds cloven feet
& you speak by the wayside
turning themselves into hares
& stealing butter from rain again
06.04.25
Tonight I am the attack dog
of Lecturers in Modern Poetry
& ringfence cliques, standing out
your house & the meaning
of pissing down
inherent classicism sorry
classism in poetry tomorrow
sucking each motive out
of each thumb like O
chora any breaking that
you care to name was me
Good & Evil meet
at the angel boundary
just fainting out luminaries
with fingers renaming
in the wrong voice
all my absent ailments
my shaved heart
01.04.25
I made them for you
in the evening light
strains that sing
my heart is a prigged heart
what hopes branches
died inside swelling! now
wailing flowers, not
herd-touch another's garland
the faraway Jihadi spring
I want it's gates to open
for you & me
its tears of bedim eyes
filled with songs that last.
And prayed with me to God.
And numbers knelt & prayed
with me to God.
And emptywhelmed beneath
for glory's tide with me to God.
