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Heaped sweets and a treasure For a new sin to play with, This is not love: we cannot call it love. Love would make me aware of infinite things, And through the narrow fastnesses of pain. You are not she I loved. You cannot be You cold woman, you stranger with her ways, Smiling cruelly,… Continue reading 67 – As usual —

The bells just stopped. You mirage a dead world in the white pool. touch in the wind and sleep. Duck-green and willow-silver… has no wing touched your cheek? Is there no bird to weave a nest between your sullen limbs and hatch a songster, (amber with lizard eyes) to chirp above your phrases: “Love, love,… Continue reading 28 – “Everyday, a color,”

In search for brothers D.I.E NOW (Dance International Europe Now) “I just wanted to attract attention”.[5] “for anybody’s eyes. any eyes will do.” Burn shine fly because one can always push it off, a thousand and one nights style, argue that it’s not done, it’s not there, I’m not dead. This Machine Kills Secrets in… Continue reading 27 – The Brothers

Its worth is only realized when it goes up in flames. Youthful stationery, monographed with a name you don’t respond to anymore. flatter than the surface, orienting a trajectory that always returns to this terrain—hitting a wall, looking for a way in. Or out. Someone Else’s Country. In the age of screens, the newspaper is… Continue reading 66 – The Color of My Dreams

…Slowly I turned… never more The world around us is hard and we’re soft. Do you wish me a good morning, or mean that it is a good morning whether I want it or not; or that you feel good this morning; or that it is a morning to be good on? Reader, it had… Continue reading 65 – Good Morning

The marble stares the way desire waits. after dinner we take a drive into the night Blanket of Glassy Ash In Ocean Is A Mystery Wild Flowers Out of Gas Do you remember? then how lightly dead seemed the moon when over factories it languid slid like a barrage of lead above the heart, the… Continue reading 64 – An avid collector of dust

IF WAR & A LIE ARE ESSENCES. THEN WHEN WILL THE WATERY BONES BEGIN TO DRY UP & FRET DROPS INTO THE ATMOSPHERIC WINDOW A ZERO CALM OF, THE . NOWHERE
IN PARTICULAR BUT MAY CIRCULATE EVERY WHERE WEATHERED TERMS . Scorched terms. A SOCIAL SALAD & DIS POETIC ASTHMATICS CLOUD CLOUD ATLAS BASE CLOUD CLOUD… Continue reading 63 – fret: an implacable horizon; an impalpable horizon

You know how you’d receive a god. What if it was a portion of his flesh? What if you were terribly hungry? This is where your shadows come to die Crows on a telegraph wire forget their horizontals, their verticals. therefore, pleasure; therefore, labour; therefore, indifference; therefore, pain; therefore, neurosis; therefore, eroticism [TITLE: Therefore;] under… Continue reading 62 – Therefore;

An ‘upside down cold place’ “a place of my song dream,” Yesterday the way you dipped your toe in we dance like the fire on the bones of the liars and let truth rise from the ash (or Moon dance) Memory, Still Burning, New York FRESH AMERICAN a symbol beginning diver, a retrospective their precision… Continue reading 61 – An Index of Place

The things we’ve seen, they are happening because of you, possibly. Listen! You are all demanding, I am demanding. A demanding bard, hurt but completely estranged, all intact and passed out. A beautiful thing. Dead arm of grapevine “Where I’m standing, the land is trembling.” A slight and pleasing dislocation Stu- dying in Lahore a… Continue reading 60 – Today, snow