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you raise a brightly colored flag,
but you don’t see it hit the top of the pole
because as your hands tug the rope
your eyes are looking at sidewalks and benches,
at the level of others
but no one is around.
with the flag up and a dull wind nudging,
you just stand for a moment and feel
the lack of meaning [...]
Breathless. Wind. Two beautiful words that oppose one another. What opposes is also what defines. When defined, the Essence is lost.
Waking up, during that first second, there is a blissful heaven of invention. Language does not yet exist. The forms and our connection to them or our separation from them are not there yet.
AWAKE:
Breathless.
Wind.
Breathless…is to [...]
Sure you may have peeped through a keyhole, but have you ever noticed a keyhole looking back at you from across the room with its hollow eyeball? It waits for a slick and jagged object that hangs from a ring attached to a belt loop to be put into its socket and twisted sideways into [...]
plastic bag stuck to a barb-wired fence
(rusty old thing)
surface billowing from invisible hands
that slap the dust off a kid’s blanket
a loner
a litterbug’s egg
a decomposing leaf
a view of beige dead grass fields
that stretch to the edges of its peripheral
as channels of wind play on its back
“What does it mean,”
(you ask the concept of “paint”)
“to be raking leaves in a forest while wearing tan overalls?”
answer:
“I’ll answer with a question,”
what is a pond,
skimmed surface and chloronated?
Here _ is the Crux of mass and over production
The moss farted.
White guys bled the ocean.
You untethered blimp of potential, flitting to hallway’s corners, areas unshakable by earthquake, ingesting weighty objects of association of feelings, a lone choice, the solace of your meshy, anchor-free, swung wide, self-classified condition. There, above the underside of a reeking, pity-inducing crevice, with only your self’s servitude simmering socratic symbolism, you find the time never [...]
somebody had an idea
to force monkeys across the surface
of windy places
where land mines sleep underground
but
it would have been too cruel
* * * * *
A Killer Whale, procured by Marine World from the Indian Ocean,
had the best of lives.
“Martia,” the tank manager named her.
Thousands of pounds of dead fish were fed to her.
The fish even had [...]
I saw that mister.
(Home time coming.)
I’m watching you. Yes. You.
(Happiness the cigarettes.)
Quiet! Excuse me? Quietly.
(Undo shoes and socks.)
If you could live any place
as any person
within the time of your choice—
(Pray. Remember pray?)
All I’m saying is please be careful.
Look, please, alright?
(Begin abstract: trillion, potential, spaces.)
How about shhhhh? Too tired today.
(Fortify. Structure. Repeat Strength Words.)
Now, I want [...]
Would you like to purchase these brand new left-overs?
We have:
Punctual muscle slip-ons,
A, “Please, I don’t want to die-et” audio tape,
Several pairs of celebrity hairs,
The furniture of Peaceful Dreams,
Subconscious wrecking balls,
Toothpastes used by the lonely and oh so outta luck,
Fat-Free Brain Blisters,
Anorexic Lady Bug wagons,
Baffling electronic grade-gap boosters,
Plastic trees,
And Pixel Paradise weekday getaways.
PLEASE DO NOT RETURN
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