Found

if i had found i would find again
not to find but to expunge and demonstrate that find is over and done with
so we can
not approach finding unless we have found the find in finding which is
a find of this found to that find
and no finding found the find sounds better
to me
than just a found
which is infinitely superior
to just a
find
which is simply dead ( weight

Turn the Machine On

This machine
Making, groups and implants
It turns on
And drifts, up and sideways
Long
Trammeled while imploding
Shifting to dark, matter corroding
Binary flower to three
Coughs up thick syrup and trips back to 0
Undulations of neurons that lead
To a torque of fractions

Tongue

as was saying, none.
it was out, and put on back in, sides placed to
tongue; it is cramping, locking; it is special, finding this here, no
sense, breathing
smart, very smart, as with breathing; it is best, as this can see.

Being pushed, push, not to go.

Either way to either, it is saying either, and that is a way around,
a way around, note wise< >time.

And if under pushes more, there will be a < >
to tell, a very straight< >one in the ground, but see.
This is different too, as this can tell, telling, towards, and will tell
of this, too,< >,
this is best. < >.

Shroud

obtrusive tingling
protruding febrile disconnect
but connected and as localized
concurrently
localization of raw-sensation in visual field
emotions short-cutted, as experienced, differentially
bludgeoning of perception
eyes misled, as w/ all senses (aggregated), bleeding together
malformed, dislocated point expansion

too many shrouds
too many curtains

Collecting

i don’t believe in my mind . . . i don’t believe in yours either . . . i don’t really believe in this mind, collective but shut off . . . i’ve always known hell . . . i’ve always known, but can’t think . . . i’ve always known that i can’t think . . . i’ve always known that you can’t either
. . . i’ve always known this is known that we don’t believe . . . what do you know?

Away

how did you slip away
mountains, tides, solemn electricity, streams,
remorse, the sky, the moon, constellations, air, roads, tunnels::::
emblazoned in my mind::::
the atoms of particulars torpid w/ recreations
parasitic memory
ember roseate dreams
to touch, then awake never to touch again

Lapse

everywhere, disassociation ::: the eye to rebuild dreams never offered:
no real perception :::

lapsing into past tremors; coruscated projections remain a mere sign,
an empty sign; they mislead, as the sign is not signified / / /

baptismal slander / / / intractable synapse / / / pilfered death, as
arranged by the non-eye’s magus . . .

mask due w/ reason fracturing :::

a million shards cutting into nothing; cutting nothing ::: in empty space

a desire that cannot be complete b/c it is hidden and destitute, although
alive just the same

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Daniel Carter’s method of writing deals with ‘filling in the gaps’. Carter begins writing by first distributing ideas in short phrasings spontaneously across a page leaving ample space throughout. Later, the gaps are filled as the written phrases lead the mind of the writer into new thoughts. The cycle is repeated until the page is filled. The result is a dense forest of text referring to history, poetry, philosophy, mysticism, and the everyday. Daniel has literally written thousands of such pages.

I have also included an authorized reworking of the piece by yours truly. I was given the opportunity to break the text up into fragments without adding or taking away any words so that the text will render new meanings. It’s a poetic experiment between myself and Daniel. Enjoy.

-Todd ‘Pendu’ Brooks

Work In Process
the thought out there where largeness is in the air and water and one big solo star trying here to show some page numbers in the vice a voice a t’ give some indication of source which folder however there is the feeling that ocean shall prevail then the silence the silent hesitation so awkward a stance hardly a stance at all much less a stand took a moment to exhale felt a little more poised recall the watch with all the cracks in it smuggled bads loaded up with the goods that are much needed by the entities at hand t’ mouth cash as cash scan swipe and slide all numbers through inspection detection acceptance rejection of literary cups less sea dyin’ t’ git dat in t’ the story wasted monies guilt-boounce fierce deadline hardcover security angle of coincidence go inside ‘n’ dance ‘n’ t’ gather up some modifications o’ wut she lookin’ at: an active gift cauldron crucible of desire its own connexion of stories cultimately glimpses the edgewise we beg oh do we beg maybe not out loud but we beg we beg internally pitiful we beg upon that slightest of glimpses edgewise chasm calling welcoming entry intrigue down inside there do you dare in this instant t’ cull therefrom? that time when promised return certain time month can not remember if it happened also to warn admonish refrain from all at once jamming up against one another none being able to breathe nor complete itself all agglutinated suffocating that way the rundown imperative drew them all into one compression seeping out could not would not be contained t’ see it thus writ out official-like the adventure this all has been awake to itself whether realized by personality or not it is there ready to be tapped into at any time ready to imbue one’s voice with itself listen be empty open void ready to be filled fulfilled fully filled empty once again and again until it can not be imagined just what if any thing would come of it could be something other than a thing though weed call it two things the non-thing after and the thing-thing before both things but radically different but still similar to weeds more like weeds than flowers per se but weeds have flowers too and flower of their own as well as themselves considered to be a flower as you go it becomes clearer even if less clear along the way infestors everywhere from every angle attack marauders that they are they style is wild and attractive irresistible bad boys that they are and good as well as pious they come undone under their own radical inner contradictions spilling out into new records of [{p(ow]er)formance} glimpses once again git it how ya live a wrongstanding struggle broken bridge a taste from his box beam she’ll eye contrast a sublime blast image blasted not for sure a curse before there occurs dragon snap weighty bounce weighty bounce rarely tempo accommodate the lovely filmy years in the middle (un)consciously imply when they write together ties times apart together again all the haunting but also stimulating memories as if the future is primarily made from them could not would not totally stand or fall for that so what! they’re still there they ain’t goin’ nowhere ’specially in the nighttime when it’s all to often real hard t’ get through t’ da dawn time’s reverie ounce pearly mode girlie code slanted way weigh dis path receptive angel of coincidence bounce combine that is an island cry her armies lifted phrase continuity put out single note plex pure fluted color blending clay snipped parade barrage (garage treasures gonna be put out there on the front lawn by the highway) mirage o’ money straight up ahead on Desert Road we got we gonna get it we might don’t know now whether we can go like that progressive in reverse revert t’ depressions rather than Blues ‘n’ Funk goin’ wrong’s da song write dare on da radio suck it in through them cans while ya subway ride da rails t’ railty and its palace in the sun you beast believe like mirage the stations o’ da gloss so many words vigilantly exclude ways ‘n’ waves in frustrated temperate nib no longer hanging on just one or two Aragon Snap another performance added on a hint from then they upheld the tradition of being seated together at Starpuck blending clay slipped awry her name having to do with life intrusively sparking he(r)['s] incorrect markings as such plural lawn could see more than many seeds the planet whole peeks da peak protrude an echo profusely inclusive bond she snares her inner fuels this would have been snow unscientific baby whips at such an early premature age vigilantly classive progressive cover-derivatives the degenerative yanking system echoes your name you name it I claim it thankfully gratefully dismissively sleight of face hope ya didn’t cash it registered objection jammed right up against any previous lotion overwhelming power in spacebooks bliss is not endure which as a magical flower (mistakenly) rose a number she gave there she was gently but severely crossed voice-face freely flowering doubt inching up confounded of a zone the flavors were abruptly faked the savors dutifully snake drowneded spiral class a lesson on coup in Delaney a story that already halfspin a crude car coil shake that case in point: step up da focus but hatch as catch scan within that were so-coiled care-actors based on drawn from so-culled riders and the air memo-reeds set t’ vibrate in a chord of accords vigilantly elusive evade the glossy th’ us drawn in myriad allies one ‘n’ won all eyes the one all-seeing chosen tour shift came as a gift one night th’ ink as a question once image ambition looks at one on the border virgins of portions word position dis emperor routinely temperate make off with what waking a pictures t’ hood tall t’ scrape da sky order in airy plight would not have known as such but had t’ give way in that 52 got 8 minutes wakes it difficult t’ read along with reverie theme shelves the lightning struck a curve in the nerve call these for there were many in order battlin’ they don’t call it that a play another oratory year to a stop t’ continue t’ have t’ face da face just the mention of smell as I strode th’ rue just mention t’ repeat a mirror doing its own repeating thing deal t’ squeal high-heal echo-darkened the already dark end of things just beginning memories at a glance dimmed on da quick da corebe da score just caught got caught by it lost in fright ray light break da night o’ day a little later on that date relate somethin’ else didn’t want at the sea a sight deny persist insist lightly light the wave [see(th]ing) who glows the air? let be known a way the way a way just held there until much of all had not only transpired but also expired: spark let out a figure on the wall of blouse though ever so soft a barrier left intact despite prevailing gusts if not cusps some cups o’ tea t’ git us out a dare not tip t’ da temporary rather permanent madness encaged unable t’ bust the doubt was what t’ make abundant use of a law da length o’ phrase da city clock a measure o’ surety connect da sweet likes dope introduction due tale do listen do glisten electric out-dare so what? do tell this time by the clock administer acknowledge transmit listening at a pace eternal records inimate at all speeds boost minerally skies live humor rousing respect in the middle I’m as ready as I’m never gonna be slack’s da claim the particular relationship among substitutive black storklings the hence then frosted won buy one all these abuses undercover of uses refrigerator mouths unyielding butter ink don’t like t’ wait until the last the me be out o’ her(e) be somethin’ she’d like be a voice among diverse choices neutral k/not: a generously dubious pleasurepressure tea for taste juicy sweet opening way percuss a trusty interruption succinct didn’t notice the absence built up off o’ that one theme so sharply pointed edge all that licking for earth’s ear-hat derived from a party of errors reading readings do tell of travels unravels rebelling through acquiescences repertorial scales chords ways of negotiating hiding seeking afrqzaid afraid and bold some things just coming write off or write on while neglecting the stillness of those other profounder waters ever undetected and under-appreciated ignored lost soul knows itself struggling as it does for countless centuries millennia now fr for some breathing better threaten if not the consequences promised to be suffered snuffed out the hint of it trying to let itself be known to an ardent domestic shield some backbone within scaffoldings unfolding structures their petals opening blossoming their medallions recall the one whose gold plating so soon wore off in the war reconnaissance travels to and fro’ these ramifications foliations all sprouting spraying displaying reverberating multiplying distributions a lover the playlist anguished paper pace what I imagined it would be where it is she or back ’round t’ X: well what did it mean like was it the plague and if it wasn’t then why should I have been attracted? but let’s step back and take a moment to reconsider or even a moment to entertain nothing at all but some bubble blinds why and why ask eye that blinks as if to harshly bright a light casts out “winks” with “inks” blossom-mingling sounded and appeared on having been paged the two where one the screen and the other a summons yes there was a collection but now it’s in hiding from the authorities not even divulging what it was or what it was doing only in the memory of the fugitive —

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Work In Process by Daniel Carter
Below is a collaboration with Todd Brooks, a new way to read the piece.

the thought
out there where largeness is in
the air
and water
and one big solo star

trying here to show some page numbers
in the vice a voice a
t’ give some indication of source
which folder
however there is the feeling that ocean shall prevail
then the silence
the silent hesitation

so awkward a stance
hardly a stance at all
much less a stand

took a moment to exhale
felt a little more poised
recall the watch with all the cracks in it
smuggled bads
loaded up with the goods that are much needed
by the entities at hand t’ mouth cash as cash scan
swipe and slide
all numbers through inspection
detection acceptance
rejection of literary cups less sea

dyin’ t’ git dat in t’ the story

wasted monies
guilt-boounce fierce deadline
hardcover security
angle of coincidence

go inside ‘n’ dance ‘n’ t’ gather up some modifications

o’ wut she lookin’ at: an active gift cauldron
crucible of desire
its own connexion of stories
cultimately glimpses the edgewise

we beg
oh do we beg
maybe not out loud
but we beg
we beg internally pitiful
we beg upon that slightest of glimpses

edgewise chasm
calling welcoming
entry intrigue
down inside there do you dare in this instant t’ cull therefrom?

that time when promised
return
certain time month

can not remember if it happened

also to warn
admonish refrain from all at once
jamming up against one another
none being able to breathe
nor complete itself

all agglutinated

suffocating

that way the rundown imperative drew them all into one compression
seeping out
could not
would not
be contained t’ see it thus writ out official-like

the adventure
this all has been awake to itself whether realized by personality or not
it is there
ready to be tapped into at any time
ready to imbue one’s voice with itself
listen
be empty
open void ready to be filled
fulfilled
fully filled
empty once again
and again
until it can not be imagined
just what if any thing would come of it
could be something other than a thing
though weed call it two things
the non-thing after and the thing-thing before
both things but radically different
but still similar to weeds
more like weeds than flowers per se
but weeds have flowers too and flower of their own as well as themselves
considered to be a flower as you go
it becomes clearer even if less clear along the way
infestors everywhere
from every angle attack marauders

that they are they
style is wild and attractive
irresistible bad boys
that they are
and good as well as pious
they come undone under their own radical inner contradictions
spilling out into new records of [{p(ow]er)formance}

glimpses once again git it how ya live
a wrongstanding struggle broken bridge
a taste from his box beam
she’ll eye contrast a sublime blast
image blasted
not for sure a curse
before there occurs

dragon snap
weighty bounce
weighty bounce
rarely tempo

accommodate the lovely filmy years in the middle
(un)consciously imply when they write
together ties times apart
together again
all the haunting but also stimulating memories as if the future is primarily made from them
could not
would not
totally stand or fall for that

so what!

they’re still there
they ain’t goin’ nowhere
’specially in the nighttime when it’s all to often real hard t’ get through t’ da dawn time’s reverie

ounce pearly
mode girlie
code slanted way weigh dis path
receptive angel of coincidence
bounce
combine
that is an island cry
her armies lifted phrase continuity
put out single note
plex pure fluted color
blending clay
snipped parade barrage (garage treasures gonna be put out there on the front lawn by the highway)
mirage o’ money
straight up ahead on Desert Road
we got
we gonna get it
we might don’t know now whether we can go like that
progressive in reverse
revert t’ depressions rather than Blues ‘n’ Funk
goin’ wrong’s da song write dare on da radio
suck it in through them cans while ya subway ride da rails t’ railty and its palace in the sun
you beast believe like mirage the stations o’ da gloss
so many words vigilantly exclude ways ‘n’ waves in frustrated temperate nib
no longer hanging on
just one or two Aragon Snap
another performance added on
a hint from then they upheld the tradition of being seated together at Starpuck
blending clay
slipped awry

her name
having to do with life intrusively sparking he(r)['s] incorrect markings as such
plural lawn could see more than many seeds
the planet whole peeks da peak
protrude an echo profusely
inclusive bond
she snares her inner fuels
this would have been snow unscientific
baby whips at such an early premature age
vigilantly classive progressive cover-derivatives
the degenerative yanking system echoes your name
you name it
I claim it
thankfully
gratefully
dismissively
sleight of face
hope ya didn’t cash it
registered objection jammed right up against any previous lotion
overwhelming power in spacebooks
bliss is not endure which as a magical flower (mistakenly) rose
a number she gave there
she was gently but severely crossed voice-face
freely flowering
doubt inching up
confounded of a zone
the flavors were abruptly faked the savors dutifully snake
drowneded spiral class

a lesson on coup in Delaney
a story that already halfspin a crude car coil
shake that case in point: step up da focus
but hatch as catch scan
within that were so-coiled care-actors
based on
drawn from so-culled riders and the air
memo-reeds set t’ vibrate in a chord of accords
vigilantly elusive
evade the glossy th’ us drawn in myriad allies o
ne ‘n’ won
all eyes
the one all-seeing
chosen tour
shift came as a gift
one night
th’ ink as a question
once image ambition looks at one on the border
virgins of portions
word position
dis emperor
routinely temperate
make off with what waking a pictures t’ hood tall t’ scrape da sky
order in airy plight would not have known as such but had t’ give way in that 52 got 8 minutes
wakes it difficult t’ read along with reverie theme
shelves the lightning
struck a curve in the nerve
call these for there were many in order battlin’

they don’t call it that
a play
another oratory year to a stop t’ continue t’ have t’ face da face
just the mention of smell as I strode th’ rue
just mention t’ repeat a mirror doing its own repeating thing
deal t’ squeal
high-heal
echo-darkened the already dark end of things
just beginning
memories at a glance dimmed on da quick
da corebe
da score
just caught
got caught by it lost in fright
ray light break da night o’ day
a little later on that date relate somethin’ else
didn’t want at the sea a sight
deny persist insist
lightly light the wave [see(th]ing) who glows the air?
let be known a way
the way
a way just held there until much of all had not only transpired but also expired:
spark let out a figure on the wall of blouse though ever so soft
a barrier left intact despite prevailing gusts
if not cusps
some cups o’ tea t’ git us out
a dare not tip t’ da temporary rather permanent madness encaged
unable t’ bust the doubt was what t’ make abundant use of a law
da length o’ phrase
da city clock
a measure o’ surety connect da sweet likes dope introduction
due tale
do listen
do glisten
electric out-dare

so what?

do tell this time by the clock
administer acknowledge
transmit listening at a pace eternal
records inimate at all speeds
boost minerally skies live humor rousing respect in the middle I’m as ready as I’m never gonna be
slack’s da claim
the particular relationship among substitutive black storklings
the hence then frosted
won buy one
all these abuses undercover of uses
refrigerator mouths unyielding
butter ink don’t like t’ wait until the last
the me be out o’ her(e)
be somethin’ she’d like
be a voice among diverse choices
neutral k/not: a generously dubious pleasurepressure
tea for taste
juicy sweet
opening way
percuss a trusty interruption
succinct
didn’t notice the absence built up off o’ that one theme
so sharply pointed edge
all that licking for earth’s ear-hat derived from a party of errors
reading readings
do tell of travels unravels
rebelling through acquiescences
repertorial scales
chords
ways of negotiating
hiding
seeking afrqzaid
afraid and bold

some things just coming
write off or write on while neglecting the stillness of those other profounder waters ever undetected
and under-appreciated
ignored

lost soul knows itself
struggling as it does for countless centuries
millennia now fr for some breathing
better threaten
if not the consequences promised to be suffered
snuffed out
the hint of it trying to let itself be known to an ardent domestic shield
some backbone within
scaffoldings
unfolding structures
their petals opening
blossoming
their medallions recall the one whose gold plating so soon wore off in the war
reconnaissance travels to and fro’
these ramifications
foliations all sprouting
spraying
displaying
reverberating
multiplying distributions

a lover
the playlist
anguished paper pace
what I imagined it would be
where it is she or back ’round t’ X: well what did it mean like was it the plague and if it wasn’t then why should I have been attracted?
but let’s step back and take a moment to reconsider or even a moment to entertain nothing at all
but some bubble blinds
why and
why ask eye that blinks
as if to harshly bright a light
casts out
“winks” with “inks”
blossom-mingling sounded and appeared on having been paged the two where one the screen and the other a summons
yes there was a collection but now it’s in
hiding from the authorities
not even divulging
what it was or what it was doing only in the memory of the fugitive --

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I was conveniently thinking back to the mirror and the corpse. A pure white snake . . . assured me it wasn’t poisonous. I held onto it for quite some time and it bit me quite some times. With the players in tandem, all agreeing to hand me the snake. 128 times. I was bitten at least 384 strokes over that.

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CHILDREN’S CLASSICS
Many of these volumes have contemporary illustrations, and while they are ideal for shared family reading, their attractive format will also encourage childish postponement of belief. On page 486, we find a photo of “three [dead] children [who] were discovered in a discarded refrigerator in an unused garage two days after having been disposed of. The difference is immutable. Children’s Classics have a way of fermenting and reestablishing conclusions. Children will love them, and parents who remember their own delight in Br’er Rabbit will be pleased to have all their favorites together at last inside one ice storage unit. The coils inside the refrigerator allow the refrigerant to absorb heat, making the inside of the refrigerator cold; this is especially delightful for children of all ages.

This “album” is inclusive of memories ice cold with the abundant glee of puppetry.

Your child is safe here.

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NO FATHER
Correlation between type and yield Correlation between type and circumference Correlation between circumference and yield circumference leads to everywhere. In other words, we would not pose outside of the statistically significant correlation between palpebral fissure length and head circumference in black children . . . the dependent measure was the correlation between pairs of z scores. Table I: Mean Full Erectile (FE) Levels Circumference Volume Responses not otherwise observable in the actual circumference leads to a universal decline in fissure location. In the case of Head and Chest circumference, a low degree of correlation was found in all age groups except among Caucasian children. Head as seed can be disposed of in all or other directions. Fruit circumference and fruit weight had significant genotypic and phenotypic correlation with seed yield in the early season, while the number of branches per seed yield does not relate to the circumference of race yield. Hence, no father, all mother.

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OPPOSED
The coloring is adjusted to suit the user’s personal preference. Adjustment is impossible in the -50 to +50 ranges. This cannot manage itself out of fever, as here we see Red Skull gloating over Cap’s broken and battered body. If this means challenging himself to conjure, we will forever pass on challenge. X believes Y will ensure that Z provides champions with stern tests. But this reacts to nothing: As predicted, navigation continues to pose a challenge to proceed southward. A drop of 77 under-ice conductivity-temperature-depth probes our entire ice mantel ice suture. My eyes; we follow. Two don’t. Or something opposed that . . .

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CONFRONT THEM
Confront them, uncovering the lie, or . . . I used to be more confrontational, but I learned that they don’t really care whether their lies are lies . . . or, it never really made that much difference anyway.

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SHADOWS
I have thought. My mind erupts: Interruption; interpenetration of thought taken to solvent degrees. An awkward balance has been shifted, not necessarily out of direct reach or focus, but in the hands of bending currents, which take them for straight lines.

This thought to this thought is perceived larger than the room I sit in, even larger than the area outside of the walls of the room, or the space outside of that area, or outside of that area, ad infinitum. I have thought. And my head vibrates with that thought like the resonance of a large metal bell atop a dim tower.

My hunger grows; my appetite quickens; my resolve embraces the tongue of distance. My thought contains so much and so little that it in actuality can’t contain and concentrate on what would be the proper and legitimate enough (bad input / bad reception). Any reprocessing results in fallacy, but input is fallacy in itself. My thought can’t contain you, although it contains your shadow, which is much larger, and paradoxically much smaller than the actual you, given the curious established lighting of the mind. My thought doesn’t even contain its own thoughts, only shadows of what it “thinks” are its thoughts, which are larger than it, not smaller, but also smaller, not larger.

To make “sense” is to erase patterns while forming new ones, which are reestablished. But nothing ever really makes “sense” after an indefinite period of time. Shadows change. The mind is a snake, but the apple is never offered.

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*

UNKNOWN METALS
The oblique door had several ancillary rooms flanking both of the opalescent lateral walls. After long bouts of incertitude, the masked prisoners proceeded to tunnel through the chasm, or, in more direct terms, the wall.

Rated fragments from a sarcophagus were found on the posterior side, the largest of which was positioned just outside the terminal fracture. A marble Roman Imperial relief section was also discovered from the corner of the inverted sarcophagus. It is now widely accepted that the base originally supported subordinate figures such as Priapus or Erotes, and concluded with the drowned and pinioned phallic light-bearer. Thus, the 30-km zone surrounding it was used to substitute decontamination of the sarcophagus construction: A total of 99 supplementary diagnoses were found to be undamaged and supportive of the unknown metal forming the spine of the case. This marks the end of metal unsupported.

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RATIO
Rule of thumb: Brood sex as ratio-conduit reinforced was not related to the degree of sex-ornament elaboration in either parent or in extra-pair paternity: Thus, proper recalcitrant impetus stimuli was inactive or reabsorbed in the peripheral hemisphere (coagulated). We suggest that parental attractiveness solidify and decline with reference to expression differences between the extra-aberrant sexes. This can be in the form of female bias or double negative male rendering / reengineering. However, this reverse-image representation does present a further denotative target for transcriptional machinery in the provided simulations. In the simulations, a large proportion of female infections occur within trilateral marriage, often because of extra-marital relationships exposed to men, including commercial sex and fixation deviating from the sub-group L. In line with this theory, the selection process may also cause the sexes to diverge in broadened relational patterns and sex-type designations.

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PAINTINGS
That is a beautiful painting. Such a beautiful painting! Such beautiful paintings! These are marvelous paintings! Such wonderful paintings! These are great paintings! Such fantastic paintings! What wonderful paintings! Such stunning paintings! What vivacious oils! Splendid oils! Lovely oils! That is a beautiful painting! Such beautiful paintings! Such a wonderful painting! I want your paintings! Such excellent paintings! Marvelous paintings! Paintings! Paintings! Paintings! What wonderful paintings! I looked at the paintings! Shit on an egg! My dick on your canvas! Marvelous brushes!

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DENSE
as dense as it gets
show me what your worth
or even worth it
as dense as it gets
show me your skin
peel back, expose bones

as dense as it gets
show me your worth
or even the worthless
execution right
execution night
not dead not alive
as dense as it gets
I will love you until I die

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DISTRICT OF SELF DEFEAT
loathe the sound of your prayers
self destruction never seemed so close
self destruction never felt so right
to the medicine man who won’t cure
fuck you and your death tar
a long walk alone
to feed your hunger
to displace your anger
to find love
a long walk alone
to the district of self defeat

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ISLE OF RAVENS
the swarm
the young numb
full of cum
desperate to shine
shine on
fail to look above
failed
black feathers
distant screams
close to the end
the swarming
the comfort
unfamiliar setting
the isle of ravens

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A TRUE GEM
a true gem this one
the dress looks good
dressed to kill
ripped leather
the skin fits well
smooth, soft
determination of jewels
determination of skulls
a true gem this one

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CORNER OF HATE
straight to dust
accepted by the crave
in the cube of possibility
the days become dog years
forever in the corner
no looking back
silent shatter of glass
on your marble floor
crumble with the rest
crumble in the corner
lay down my love
sleep, dream
accepted in the grave
disguise yourself as a saint
float through skies
in the corner of hate
the days become dog years

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Madness lies tethered
The heart of darkness, neon flashing
Every city in one end of the century locus
Alamogordo’s sun’s children in party frocks
In fanny packs and sweat pants
This is Amerika…this is the West
Enclave of the future and Sodom/Gomorrah
Where nothing is real
Ground zero insanity
Its too late now to cease whatever has begun
This shifting beast of radiance and night
This time-slipped Rome
Bread and circuses
In the mountains to the north Nellis breeds another future
Mechanical legionaries
Eagle clutches the fasces and the lightning
From New Mexico’s sliding sands blasted black glass
To a strange attractor given form by western dreams
And Oh so much light
Is this our future?
Bourne on wings of chaos
Infinity stripped razor-thin
Mark of progression into what?
A stranger future was never written,
Closer to the dreams of the sons & daughters of the atom
than anyone could have known
a stranger world was never imagined
forests of redwood etched into Ektachrome
family car in pastel tints drives the Mother Road
America was made for Amerika
Vast Mississippi, Grand Canyon, plains & seas
Steamy swamps and acorus
Mushrooms, pecan trees, cotton fields
Golden wheat, lobster men, flying saucers
As the electrons accelerate
No one understands what we have created
Because it has all ceased to make sense
In terrifying, ecstatic, visionary madness
We dance in the twilight
Or could it be dawn?

…BREAK…
is one of the following true or are both?

1. Fires fueled by water
Flights fueled by plants
Sounds, words, visions sent by light
We do the impossible
We are not real
We are gods overwhelmed by our creations
Dawn breaking upon us
And we look away from the sunrise
Staring at the night that has passed
A night wracked by fever torments
Horror dreams lingering on into the morning
Obsessing over them
The sun behind us so bright
So we gaze into the retreating twilight
Turn, dear obsolete ones, turn and face the day
This dawn is not clear, it is stranger than the night
But that has passed
When it is midday will you still be looking back
Searching in vain for trailing lace clouds, for the moon?
Crush the dark like old paper
Thrown away
Drifting across bomb sites, blown among cacti, tumbleweeds
The fever has broken

…I see a backstreet in an industrial park
sunbaked pavement
the buildings are growing old
all that is new is old
the future is OLD
aging into commonplace things
everything’s so strange, so still
even as the light storm blazes all around
is there no end to this monolithic juggernaut?
Is there a Platonic form for Las Vegas?
For the atom bomb?
For Wal-Mart?
Its all ours now
We inherit the earth alone
This dark revelation is almost too much to bear
More terrifying than an apocalypse
Better to await the end, in revelry or prayer
Than to see the future stretching infinitely.
Bid farewell to the last avatar, to Miroku, to the Second Coming
Its all over now
Alone
With ourselves for the first time ever
With nicotine stains and silicone breasts
With eyebanks and homeless shelters
With satellites and the universe

2. not sunrise but a false light in the night sky
illumination cast by that city on storm clouds
rays reflected back upon this dark continent
still we dream, writhe in nightmares
in fever-soaked bedding we twist
this is no dawn
we were never alone
dreams leading us astray down neon-blinding strips
while the aurora blazes above
and sparks scatter off lost souls in the desert
scorned, mocked, reviled
it is as it always was
only now we pay for our bread and circuses

there is no platonic form for Las Vegas or the atom bomb
or Wal-Mart or the shopping cart
these are our own, as gods we have wrought them
for this we must bow in shame
for this we will be judged
Prometheus stole for us fire and we snuffed it out
Played with the charcoal, scratching pictures on cave walls
Tracing flickering shadows

RETURN FROM DIVERGENCE

This is the way the world ends
Not with a bang
Nor even a whimper
So quiet it slipped away before we noticed
Its over now either way
But we’re still here.

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Parade

promethean virus victim (number absent__3):

every thing’s ok. its a parade!

see the trucks. the shiny cars. the ambulances. wave. see the wooden guns. the happy clowns. smile because you think you should. but time is running out. it doesn’t matter if you smile at the mayor because the light is bending in a new way off his car’s newly polished bumper. shattering rays of light. it didn’t matter that he proudly caressed the chrome to that shine except for the fact that the light would eventually bend off it to you, wherever you may be seated. transfixed. and now you can see something else , can’t you? the little girl with eyes full of tears as a painted face leers near…her parents smiling emptily. the float drivers, drunk and unshaven. the Shriners’ lust shot gazes watching the high school band march ahead to the incompetent strains of ‘Welcome to the Jungle’ in tight black polyester pants cuffs coming undone, trailing on the road. and homemade nightmare automatons that wheel back and forth between flatbed trucks to children, parents smiling vapid smiles, teeth white in the spring sunshine. see? and see the rapeseed turning yellow in the fields behind. the same light now reflecting off candy skittering over pavement. blue sky. clouds of crows. you know what i mean.

still the parade grinds on, hopelessly. the animated figures flap uselessly, paint peeling, scraping on tarmac. an unknown baseball team waves half-heartedly. and now the queen, also waving. someone cheers or whistles or something. some men stare, eyes on her breasts. the sleepers are watching the sleepers in the early summer sun and instead you see the horse chestnuts beginning to flower in ascending waves above the road. then wander lost through crowds, music in small bursts, children shouting, unknown people on newly green grass.

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Subterfuge
Subterfuge—
Confusion on points:
To slowly tier the bitter masquerade,
Or, To pluck the machine from the tree?

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Memory
Parasitic memory, this parasitic wing;
These ember roseate dreams fossilized in austere ruins—
To touch poison, then awake never to touch again.

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Nails
Blunt nails and ivory horns;
Remnants of masked temples—
Perpetual desertion forming ropes of blood:
ALL of my mind tipped with mirrors.

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Adder
Poisonous roots have settled in—
Time drips its hemlock coiled like an adder—

On sanguine beaches,
Dreams move into glass.

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SCALE
I.
Your mouth: a smooth line in space.
Your eyes: two plates of fire.
Inversion forms a scale, to be judged by my desiccated heart.

II.
The reptile follows its own distant swagger—
Impassive, broken in reverse;
Allow me to begin and torque the exterior;
Allow me to dine on soured lights.

III.
When we notice ourselves,
There is no image.
When we notice others,
We sneer and displace.

How else could it be?

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Coins
The heads of ineluctable progress?
My coins still secrete execration . . .
Faces, feces; they walk away
On foot
Treading great plods of shit
In tail.

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RUST

The enervation of
Leaving is on grounds
With a warm shiver (when
Nothing will open).
Just as I know
There will be no words

(No words
And no focus),

I also know the image
Of rust left to chance.

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RUST II.

Nothing will open;
Just as I know
There will be no wounds—
There will be no words,
No second thoughts.
Our fingers together,
Lassitude in molten, refracted
Flesh—
Dissolving,
We proffer no solution,
Only mist left to a worm’s
Solemn vision.

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Hands
Hands in abeyance—
Well, I mean this—
No— THIS.
And there is no shiver,
Just a bud in the slave’s heart,
Touched by a frozen growth—

Thaw out your presence;
There is no liquid,
Or flowing:
Just a bud in servile remembrance—
Or clocks that shimmer
In dead sunlight.
What is dead?
No less,
Just flesh in chains,
Or flesh in—-

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Plasm
I have made myself into glass—
No—A mirror.
Now I am more afraid of myself
Than the sun.
It blinks and scars my eyes,
But this solemn antipathy scorches the bones.
But sometimes bones can be
Made into a fecund city,
Teeming with life
And shameless as the sky—
That is what I’m ruthless for,
The dismissal of my reflection.

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Around
There is a silent noose
A R O U N D
All of our speech—
Each word leads us,
Inching (slowly, quickly) along,
To the Gallows…
A sound conclusion?
I will never be the judge.

It is a matter of fact:
I can’t see myself
There.
Only HERE…

But it is of no use.
No matter the perspective,
Words always crack…
Time always devours…
Living in a certain sense…
Living.

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Neclace
I begin to despise,
As I do others,
You—
And then my mind
Fondly embraces,
As if in a platinum icicle,
Your necklace:
A totem of some sort
For what humanity
Could be,
Or what you
Once were.

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