how unfathomable to be unable to listen
to new music...
i sit and want to rearrange
bob kaufman's poem
o-jazz-o war memoir: jazz...
samsung + google chrome
doesn't like bitchute...
i have been unable to watch a video
of weeks...
lenovo + google chrome
doesn't mind bitchute...
well... it's not terribly important...
i have installed pale moon
but i'm being terrible lazy
and... i'd only invest in a VPN
to get masterchef australia (.au)
recipes...
i can mash up: punk
a steam-roller forward...
it's not necessary...
but i will not rearrange that bob kaufman
poem...
a little bit of rereading
the brautigan sonnets...
honest to god:
when knausgård finally came...
i was relieved from having
to shove my eyes my tongue
my brain my: casually automaton
not-thinking
away from american poetics...
i aspire to return to:
the i, maximus poems...
because i've been a good boy
and i didn't visit the brothel
because even at 34...
well... you just tire of ***
because so many others seem
to have progressed to the higher
acts... protagonists in b.d.s.m.
role-playing... candy-torture...
something? opaque?
the book is dear... nearing 40 quid a pop...
i will only make
peace with american poetry on
the promise of reading the maximus oeuvre
(i have to insert the name,
like a junction - delight in calling
it the M25 around the home counties -
the bloated A406 teasing Ilford:
orson... ****... not welles...
charles olson!)
acronyms in the vocab or...
dropping names... voluntary work...
departed and death's hyphenation:
assured - by - a designated project...
it's not a thought-out complexity...
it... either rains... or it shines...
it's either a night with a lonely
dog barking... or... it's a silent night...
perhaps a cricket... or some far away
cushion of traffic monotone humming:
like a refrigerator: the avant garde
of music: white noise...
but always the welcome wind...
either the earth's yawn...
or the cavern solid depth of ****...
which is... not the passing of wind:
but... luck... in a more... eastern tongue...
teasing the geography of
little moscow i.e.: minsk...
well of course nothing spectacular
is happening...
beside reading a newspaper in
the morning... a few essays in the afternoon...
sitting and contemplating:
a platonism of homosexuality...
at home... teased by genitals...
as from an early age...
when a foreign body fiddled with
my possessions... a toy...
but now... a 60 year old craftsman...
perfectionist...
a plumber but most necessarily: irish...
what's in english TH and in greek Θ
is also F and also: alTHough...
is also THat
is also THorough...
is a surd isn't a surd...
is -gh deaf...
etc.
irish? well... t'ought...
t'is...
t'ou(gh)t...
target tatties: bomb-zickle-bomb-zarch...
such a loaded word: ****-eroticism and
platonism: bias for commeradry
because there's a higher tier
of friends with "benefits"
it's a terrible tango this very tease
of greasing a gauge:
time flows through the impersonal squadron
of perchance...
as ever: there comes a moment of
completing disbelief:
in what makes one churn
the advent of the democratic voice...
put simply: i don't believe what i'm writing...
nietzsche is forever only a teenager
fanboy...
how anyone could get away with
that sort of: sorrow of my own
inability to loot a blank...
if this was written
with a conviction in fwench or spanish...
a distant russian...
but it's only a tourist english of some
****** immigrant...
i should somehow will myself
to write in mutterzuerst:
zunge von tod... a chicago glamour
glistening in my mind...
h'america can capsize and retain its
20th century's mythological "geography"...
and "history"...
i don't think the eyes would be of any use
when seeing anything anything more
than the letters and later the words
and later the sentences of noting
the hebrew junction...
i'd like the literal fetish...
because a literal reading would allow me
to focus on dreaming up the impossible...
not reading the ol' bib'complica-ca'tion
into a poetry exhaustion of:
metaphor and the philosopher's stone...
the guitar lick of sowing the solo...
invitation to giving diacritical stressors...
whereby rhythm is noun...
whereby rhythm is sentence: judge jury
and executioner...
to drink! it's all about drinking and not
******* your pants...
it's about the mea culpa and
shooting yourself in the foot... or not...
i'd love to make william burrough's narrative
into a ******...
although i much disagree to
the detail of the life behind the sacred
pax of jeez and juicy juicy dorothy...
lullaby or an alibi...
lullaby or an alibi... much contested:
of the satellites of the soviet
picturesque: because there's only
genius to work with around
the culmination of events...
for all that's recurrent of the 20th counting
nil and the flowering feud of
the "most"...
such a pressure to
somehow find some variation of "anew"...
for the best in poetry... the h'americans
siding with...
the iron curtain and now the silicon
curtain and the lessened tensions
of a: would-be-bomb...
mr. clear stick figure of:
the oppenheimer...
who was hardly a pope or a bishop
and there was never a reconquista
of such loot...
but this current inversion
of pennies from niqab:
and there could only be an unfathomable
triad - snot, phlegm and salt...
i find myself suffocating to
transcend while the metaphysical
ogling of an oasis...
contesting with sardines...
an antithesis claustrophobia...
borrowing scent and the pristine
mini-skid-alongs of
churning umbrellas into skirts...
and all those cliches:
best to forget the existence
of the mind... better to reflect...
on the banjo and some walter skinz:
or... herr im schwarz...
that best ******* of a german
forgotten "soon" with no inclined
to a borrowing of a son...
had i written the most spectacular freefall
bonanza... lucifer loots out
all other useful nouns on the dole...
there must be a boa architect and a
familiarisation with choking
on a peanut...
best pleasing a hinterland of:
impromptu...
these khaki shoes these khaki shirts...
these mustard green trousers...
it's impossible to write when one
is still a s schoolboy with a robert pinksky
attention to detail:
pauper... european...
the myth of and if... someone should
keep a calendar denying the sun...
that the moon can also shape itself
toward a frigid
that there's a mongol and he's
not a chinese or a thai or a japanese
culinary invitation...
that i somehow have to tattoo my mind
with such details...
because my skin is best sacred
by not being "scarred" by idiosyncratic
details of SE664397B...
the currency of youth in england
is still composed of a "memory" of Hastings...
such an inglorious battle...
given the norman archers...
and the tumbleweed of flesh of the saxon
protectorate desiring a towing
of a downward ***** of:
the confessor's epiphany...
dear edward dear little england...
prior to ambitions of empire...
and that zenith...
dickens... jack the ripper...
jester jane... mr hyde...
it's like... shakespeare is no necessary
rubric: 2 + 2 = 4 new yorker
sauvage...
it's such a currency of suffocation
to have to tow... a height...
the variation of stink....
a broken bone...
squeezing a delight...
a marrow juicing of a rattling of
bone...
procreative on the strategy
of instigating chimes:
variations of skinning wind teasing...
my my... it all looks just as plentiful and
as about right... as the currency
invested in a slavic discoteque...
slaves the partner to
the germs; on high minded peoples
are the hybrids of a sa xony:
modulated to an export..
and an island home...
riddle with a homage
to having encountered an ancient:
"amore" and "psyche":
belittling this quest
for taming haggis afghanistan.
HAZE HER - an all female...
pretend... football league sq...
gets a happy sancho ****-virulence
of "hope"... stages a ****...
the group accepts the "nuance"...
the media subsequently deals with
the wound and some maggot...
festering...
i grieve for the 19th century romance...
when... and... where...
women could be adored...
rather than abhorred...
as these... butchers' off-cut sludge...
and slices...
these: me no toy not 'appy...
'appier in bangkok kwing...
und a lesser queer...
procrastinating over
fraternity videos...
because... i am... a sadist...
but because this requires a sadism...
i also have to watch these videos
as a *******...
that famous plumber!
that famous... the "fiction" of fame...
as one... that assures one a permanent
check-mark of continued work...
it's not an Elvis fame...
it's not... rising **** of the new
yearning *****...
it's not a fraternity side-project of;
all are inclusive in...
a game of shame...
i once enjoyed 1970s *****
cinema... monica rocccaforte style
italian flicks...
ava lauren ***
shyla stylez... follow through:
grown attires a ****** readied
exclusivity...
but... what i'm seeing?
that's just ******* base... crude...
juvenilia inc.
a specctacle
of a suffocating sparrow:
to aid the progress of science...
like ego is the holier than thou
makeshift pilgrimage & pilgrim...
as the dust settles...
the scent of watermelon and of strawberries...
******* with sorority pledges is...
if one could... wish for...
the concept of *******...
and... the delight in teasing a glug
of an oyster... one would... always...
shy with a hope for...
an arabic sensibility...
but one never does...
one always expects...
russians in afghanistan...
and a miracle of iran to counter...
the ottoman plebs...
given their byzantine inheritance... etc.
one of those impossible tasks
of jerking off while drunk...
with an impeding "hangover" of...
a... "delight"...
in how... ******* can feel...
synonymously akin to scalping /
extracting the *** from new yorkie...
the kippah from
a bar mitzvah...
a pleasure from an agony...
a pair of eyes from a niqab toll
of *******...
a toothless:
toothless bake relief...
a nugget... a toothpick woo..
watching agony ****
that's not italian 1970s classic...
it's not this belgian sour fetish...
it's this crude: women also play
soccer and toy with game-think...
it was ****... whenever it wasn't...
and it wasn't... ever...
you can disguise a drunk with a *****
and a pair of *******...
but a drunk impregnate-
sapphire: blue orb or:
orc stipend...
which revels in turning chartreuse
into a moss ****** and...
itch...
that's how i party...
a colour is beside a mere identifiable
word... it's also a sensation...
which... colour can muster...
******* of the sheiks' limbo...
what are these martyrs' promised?
can't they... "somehow" satisfy themselves
with what can already be given...
weißhuren: beruhigendzerbrechlich...
nein mehr meine mutter:
tod die mutter von alles!
what are these presumptions these assumptions
these decadent dubai posits of camel jockey bribes?!
******* indolent question...
cold warsaw slab.... the farao island "gills"...
festmahl von freur!
hören der wind!
conceive a flemish inquiry with
anatomy to mind...
ich bitten die meer...
pflege für mich...
alt-mutter-meer...
schoß von und walfisch!
a bangladeshi will cite:
camel jockey and sand-******...
white *******...
i don't have the heart...
to juice on the hex...
sport akin to *** is for the "uglies"...
as a man... unfathomable...
because "******"...
and the "inconvenience" of
baking... leotard game of gym / ballet...
covert homosexuality...
the whole biological female... ***...
orientation... bypass... wizard of oz...
no thanks... menopause...
new age ******-sadism...
the next earned puppy...
ms. is not a mrs. bovary...
my ******* grandma...
i'm not gay... just covert...
sorority ***** vids...
and... auschwitz maiden voyage *** teasers!
like... ich wantz...
i wollen: ein schälen...
all remains a chemistry in german...
all is an anatomy in: pennywise
the wicked... puff... and curious candy...
candy kept cain perfect
of h'american'ah...
like some abilist abel... ****-somewhat-"wit"...
no...
no glue for a new, new...
it's the same old... salem witchy-witchy...
dutch lisp...
some better than before belgian congo...
the diamonds! the diamonds and cochccies!
we are weeds in the garden:
the shadows brood concerns first...
the glistening soft affairs
of village people having
to export themselves
to a grandiosity of lunatic stakes
in urban pointers of credulity and concreteness..
i want to call it the death
of a sparrow...
the annoying rebirth of a magpie...
the limbo of a gravitating
silver spoon as the best prized
mythos...
calls a substitute a mother-in-law...
some variation
of a pick-me-up
Beirut granny; boom para giggles
hint.
