cool religion
to empty all phrases
of archery wild bulls
no carts no cargo
no wheels missing
just my & your cities
deceased reason
teeming unwritten
never ending
lexica

cut the wall off
proceed indifferent
after rain
no street lights
the taxi
the weird
nice artist
guys
give out
tangled steel
they pulled from under a bridge to another country
and you go with
them and there's
nothing else but
an eternal labyrinth
of concrete
and you can never
come back here
because here is now somewhere within it

intro
Despite your wants not launched and the sinister snapshots you carry comparing the world to you come to for and once all that time has for you to come stop the lead sack you’re draggin and simply open up and talk there’s people where you should do stuff so set their face to break free from its bent toward heaven where they drive their big mansion at last forever in all their disappointed passions.

1
A lady let’s say could also be a boy but lets say a lady seen somehow herself through the slats in her own front yard dressed up in the same exact dress as she was currently dressed in well heavens she thought says this must be a sign that something ain’t right with these lengthy polished cherry wood boards that shine beneath the feet of the suede cream couch on which I square my legs each night eyes semi wide in the lamp light alone picturing my dishes and clothes I’ve always must’ve needed since that’s how I became this particular me.

2
Too bad she’s so swept in place by this incarnate impossible since she overlooked the entity transmitting her grace a resting emerald dragonfly poised in full refulgence in the sun of this day making fission with its lacquer off a bit and up to the right obscured by utter clarity just beyond her window pane as she summons all her verve and pushes off unheeding like a crackle from a flame to be dismembered sweetly in the ether in the leaky old boat of fate.

3
Out beyond her porch still unmarried still a bit short she says naïve but with unremitting  certainty hey miss get outta here there can’t be two me’s what ensues next is riveting a chase/battle/conquest/lesson and now when that couch is sat upon the lights are full in both houses and all incumbent opened wide eyes like always there’s supposed to been but this bank chief was late once after little league when his kid needed picked up so when he finally arrives he finds instead a lonely rain damped shadow where he thought his kid should be dust mud caked and ball capped beside him riding home in silence buckled safely in the shotgun seat but thank the lord for this brave woman because now its rectified.

future lover
don't get tired
don't relent
the hysteria
don't spurn
defeat with
me our winged
feet completely
bested the
choir of sleep
speakers arresting
and parsing
the day into
memories the
entire infinite
length of 14th st

i do struggle to not make your tongue sour with this periodic harassment & dissonant conceit but i am compelled at last by the scarcity of savages who can see me in this desert. less feral & more clergy, the fabled selves of the world would be sanctuaried from my psychiatric violence. well attired passions always smell of fear & derision, further, & no less vile, arrogance & stupidity are known to capacitate spasmodic unceremonious coquetry. yes my mouth is a scavenger’s, but privation & dissatisfaction by design turn coat on the very messianic puppetry which their compulsory public refusal
had initially engendered. welcoming calamity i prey & arrow from afar & go on proving my self wrong in one last alexandrian charge to certify my renowned demise. no tricks or perversions barring what’s customary amongst outlaw noblesse. oh & do regard this new color on my face, & if you would, please, stop turning yours away from mine.

today I did nothing only
    stamped down tears
          dropped naked
trusted hand’s slow
     planned present enmity
drove a pair of strapping green centipedes
    bursted into death
broke my home into several
     scrapped subjects
wondered how are you
           refused