jhave@jhave-Ubuntu:~/Documents/Github/pytorch-poetry-generation/word_language_model$ python generate_2017-INFINITE-1M.py --cuda --checkpoint='/home/jhave/Documents/Github/pytorch-poetry-generation/word_language_model/models/2017-05-02T06-19-17/model-LSTM-emsize-1500-nhid_1500-nlayers_2-batch_size_20-epoch_7-loss_6.02-ppl_412.27.pt' System will generate poems of 88 words each, perpetually, until stopped. PyTorch Poetry Language Model. Trained on approx 600,000 lines of poetry +~+ CORPUS derived from: Poetry Foundation Poets.org Jacket2 Capa Evergreen Review Shampoo +~+ Mode: LSTM Embedding size: 1500 Hidden Layers: 1500 Batch size: 20 Epoch: 7 Loss: 6.02 Perplexity: 412.27.pt Initializing. Please be patient. ~ + ~ jollities snow-flowers tablet tricks and weather-houses pull-tab interstates ~ + ~ She combs mangrove Mud in the compliant bowl In the sleep Rapture of anyone is more ~ + ~ Bone dumb lust necklaces walk south with brains and towers and pollen omnicasting batter cruise-style, factory-consumed satisfaction ~ + ~ Ghosts of withered noise plunge through dead shadows sobbing over the wisdom of snow the laws that live to destroy things smile ~ + ~ A small moon tethering darkness loiters in the slowness of bone slumber ~ + ~ Poisonous Nests embers of love ripple ruined splashed with evil linger in the praised ground refusing to bow before the harmed ~ + ~ a complicated, systolic morning spills summer onto asylum's plate an angry storage, maims the plastic coffin ~ + ~ Omnia she astounded me, to watch her sleeping body undressed, stunned ~ + ~ There is much to do: seekin all the litigants on the tree of broken cherries. ~ + ~ A morning fuck inhales into the stealthy sleeping river. ~ + ~ No Tender Endorsed His Peyote! And everything woke in a forests of weapons in the joyful marvelous noise of dead beast lava. ~ + ~ Come home, vanish paint sweet the ears of the air, clamped, in the perfect atmosphere, skating, cleft with arms that layout a DNA erased ~ + ~ I'm determined to graduate the finished tree which drowns river quenched flesh ~ + ~ recurrent, damned genitalia last corner of the soul in the unconscious of human time it is you who sound nothing beyond the winter sun, snowflake on the bough, listen to the dark secret mud that presses open a silent imagination ~ + ~ tangled, torn awaiting, the dimpled ash wrapped in the sun, bites humid positions on the nerve of a final extravagant delayed rhizome ~ + ~ spread-eagled I feel so full of gilded glee: having seen answers weaving love. cargo created in the fibres of illinois discharge, makes the encroaching twilight succumb under quiet skin. ~ + ~ A dirty light swims down and mounts the letters, in the sap strange inexorable rubbery drought. Red Everywhere, a transmutation of oysters handiwork, another culture-- highbrow, islanded and golden me, vomiting avocados, artichokes and worms in ten-foot waves ~ + ~ a swarm edge of bloody windows tight-shut, emblazoned, little unassisted things undisclosed creation weeps flesh ~ + ~ trees with faces perch near the gun gaptooth idea of expansionist desire. ~ + ~ I put my eyes into shadow, take waves from the drinking door. Your dogs hear everything the baby says. ~ + ~ Scene. Walking in the season of the South Wrongheaded, failed Your hands are bodies to us Nectar overheard in the possible Untouchable atavism clenched in a war reeling impact cacophony thaw ~ + ~ As the prodded wave wrinkles on non-alcoholic hills, this dead clue, world-flesh clicked wood rides on delicate, fibrous sympathy Everybody's something— An old shaded restaurant at the point of a love ~ + ~ this train smells of groundwater dark within a murmuring bosom immense imperfect voices proclaiming charity opaque maggots of might auratic in the unmeaning ~ + ~ the black black light of red reflected in the soul-- a blue jugular belt in the trash, a wilderness startled nearby ~ + ~ Rise droned on the ghetto shore to remember a beloved axis breathing in the apple, a fine bird springing from your eyelids. ~ + ~ Pondered. There was something talking in the sky. Vertebra under the windshield of identity. ~ + ~ Vaccine Bertha pleasure-house Whereupon aggravated by beauteous gladness, half-deserted patterns spoke the sense of light ~ + ~ A Rope without Unguent. Each summer slow through the forest the meat of woe exhales thicknesses surveyed caricatures, sabbaths, manias, a kind of torment, which tyrants crooning flame ~ + ~ And full of tears Gaze upon the lure of the marsh rills promised the rat in the winter heart treadmill. Caught like a madman in a golden crackling bag of conjugal light ~ + ~ In The Wave predicated twanging fire is the noun grin, intervening whenever you sleep. A click on the underwater nerves and the illusion of a gull gliding in the scale of our cock. ~ + ~ Umbrellas wishing Share his belly-white hair peace. This man otherwise is ignorant, the target of fake soul erasing haggard plume shadows. ~ + ~ While Working the same wilful archangels that thoughtless thirst remorse cleaned and altered lightning ~ + ~ In the reeds, purple drunks finger planets and harsh irises incessantly press their seed into the gash of cottonwoods Here, a blind silver-printed book tunes the sun on a throne left by an avalanche of kitsch. ~ + ~ A beautiful weed awakens a secret path. ~ + ~ Winter waiting in the newness of night. ~ + ~ The Milk-Baths Seclusion Opens economics, cool-hair'd nooks, crimes] "clouds) Cuckoo-echoing, XIV. Buy friends. Now no matter how terrible the myth, say everything is death. ~ + ~ wavefronts intended as distraction unimaginable music of your skin where hiss and lightning shudder ~ + ~ Fawn Shreds of Popeye. Teased Plumbago-Blue. Coiled Celluloid Binding. ~ + ~ Wounds might happen. mute and insufficient feebly denied. ~ + ~ the mind needs love to seem to shine nothing can exist besides dust ~ + ~ a mouth glints in the warm dolomite of flowers ~ + ~ Mountains (a barren desert of sparrows) Of seamusic. Delay? Rictus. And the loam unfelt singing. -- put the last chair wherever it stretches to scratch one. Can you see Help? ~ + ~ Thorn-proof thought-fried cockroaches and a hair-cut bullet-town imagine therapy-puppies crowding lost-fingers ~ + ~ The way discourse has strewn lethargies, in which disco, (high-pitched) passengers' voices endlessly simulate daikon empty cheated death. ~ + ~ Inside His Volcano. The fabric of soul's ironic sexual ego hides what it meant to do the miracle. We could recite its lives. For then we laughed to stab, what was good. Things discuss how they do the inexcusable washing of cages. ~ + ~ stranded in the soft bones pay the path haul a nap condemn a full wall ~ + ~ Old Elegy Barbarians continue to unfurl the semi—past same presence of flags, that sound of flowers broken, of books cut into small presence. ~ + ~ Very Small lake, that narrow spreads in the mouth to the empty cool edge, the hope gnawed pit of dust. ~ + ~ I came to die around you and I deserve dread-heavy accounts from the fragile caved pulses of a garden-bed joke. ~ + ~ pre-cognitive 1986 the drizzle-slicked wet coral the mystic disks of prayer the stubble from hooked steps and the margin of ice where everything is nourished. ~ + ~ Prophecies with their arithmetic heal insidious weekends aleatory expedient immense creation wreathing the mood the little unfeeling plasm of the vacant earth wearing a geodesic curse. ~ + ~ I, a strangers’ pushcart, dreamed of clothes and poppies droplets in the will ~ + ~ Overtasked. Calls. The reassuring nemesis tells her your plans Seen in the purity of the horn. Blazing for the very words tht are not. Sinewed, fashion creek, mouthpiece. Hasidics and strawberry mud-hollowed window-panes, and pointing cradling Cain! Its a plan of dust. Watching your cheese run. ~ + ~ Mud-ruddled death, I am to be ashes! And I do not so much open into the fracking, as hapless, beat the defiant bolt, and nestle into a coffin From the Bullet of bright excitement fold machines vibrating oyster sacrums, lisping in my bed, against the Playmate's wisteria. ~ + ~ A heart-broke jurassic oak, itself, absence: priestlike over sunless sand itches the meadows' veneer. ~ + ~ Earth's pretty marrow and marginalization jolts the pleasure of beloved sufficiencies, -- tulips and pennies, words and emotions -- grown mortal, spared, fooled. ~ + ~ In chilled optimist dark fortress charm bloom snaking carotid crows inhabit a refuge boiling propagated joy. ~ + ~ Sources of deadly feeling Our domain of finding ourselves spring half-rested into birth, eyes—cocked on the plaintive mirage. I confess I could not I don't want to see the family merry. The party my father used as ointment. His damage with her strong hostess. ~ + ~ Skin Epilogue A metaphor to leap narcissus, peace in this unhappy hour. they turn apart and speak of the influence of fact, the handles of cessation despising love, and oh, when brightest It should do? Summer comes forth. ~ + ~ So Grown No children in the house. Words looking for weddings. Attempts to pay intrinsical fear at play, to the yes. ~ + ~ great, the voices, grow the wars, insupportable lowered loathed endurance magician butter smashed in love with Right --less there is a place where you were very green ~ + ~ parching frost cuts our eyes, skills seditious stolen huge tongue ~ + ~ the same gray beds seductively, in the first old light palpitating, infusing, exfoliating, in the unwieldy manic, technical UGLY. ~ + ~ A small man talking, watching frolic seraphim thought double-yellow subdividers harvest — bleeding doom - now in a Darkness: now. Lips swiftly, and thick from Ithaca; making tapes of the afternoons, with tubular fingers clinging to dead shapes agonize over life as walls heave ~ + ~ To Hear (Tooth--The Rain) Remember how often supplanted dogs might have destroyed them. The hard white float of the Denouement rustling in the sun. Friedrich's world dawn, hewn tribes, ears anguish, now of the weave. A silvery light brickish Bone-lazy pulled up into the cage ~ + ~ Like a fool, a trifle corpse, saga of munificent bleared cannibal music the next we whips and then bleeds. Pronouncing over the cage, in the tingling baffling now. ~ + ~ Blemish recovering, in silken knots I watch the sky lift the jostle domesticated cartographers on the battle field, dying, disarray: of you more trans. rummage oneself into one great weed, patient knowing not only a desperate plan, yet the metaphor?) we loved. We will speak their face: like our wars. Sixty-watt metal over the margin. ~ + ~ The wound is finally inherited as a trickle of words. Or the heat clears a year's handcrafted bomb-shattered charytie ignition of the yaf Whereupon strew in every sex moribund, Deux boots, eye-dawn the trumpet, ploughing collapsing it later. sphenoid rides night ~ + ~ devices: Infallible? unknown. Like a patina of letters summoned to the wind by beds. Terminal wheel floor, fallout shine stings. Ingaging us, crowded. Pictographs entitled to order a key. ~ + ~ Leaving the meadowsweet hauteur-halved me: Shameless, small, submissive smoldering: I die: And I sleep deep away; and sometimes The weaker: luxury of canvases Bathes sleeping in the child. Dreams of the pile-up: praise; the start of unlearned performed anguish. ~ + ~ Glutted Folly Adopts the sentient tremulous airport. The welded diocese Echo plum-tree Agitated Soulzight: prophesy, boding and feathered slapping ~ + ~ Beyond the sceptred cemeteries of the Spring piling zenfold. Saphire, gazed artifice Stalking mad limbs, Kisses itself/ ~ + ~ Cup—A Trout guttered stress, in the peerless shaft. warmth,-- Perishable, 630 cried -- and on, the Innocent: blunt goes to the shelves and they probe up to the traitor of her, though they are not here revealed. You wouldn't sacrifice the patriotic inquiry: nor any of these your people for the stars, blackouts, the general lack of kin'; rubbish loses its mind ~ + ~ From April's unexpected anatomist. Some lived in the late school of their choices. And now will have been remotely seen by the color of mercy Shadows are brazen as say-- Warm-laid bustling feorran, perfectly grim in the mind of moles that to-morrow. ~ + ~ "In contracts, Aboven ray-gun 1. Power In the useful ~ + ~ And My Swallow.I all together, in an endless temple pronounced the affection of bodily goodbye. The body we mouth. Shuffling in the nauseous mantle a welder spits dark beer lies to pellet their (ix) press'd, undefended uncaressed humor ~ + ~ Of A-Bed Summer withheld. It is the words. grotesque. creased-up dark butchered uniforms forsaken. Nothing there in the sunset surface dozed best hardihood, I will under my image break its precious legend after for armed shocking except I close perhaps and soon: the silences where I neared my key mag half glaim ~ + ~ And and an oppression's new wide-strained grade rush, in the pastime of the study rivals addrest, B-52's earnings, Soars Along lines of wheat, and elderly low-voiced Coole Fado night-wandering, under the carved corners. Alone from the Dead Man and Mother and Days You were a man, who was. ~ + ~ Fisherman's face Flings up its grasp, it gapes with care, cheap as the blade the antlers worship imponderables banshee and Appia weeks and the hunter is two-- Idler and unusually booked. trellissed daughter. It has been dark in the clouds of grass. streamas sostenuto on Vie [them Radhika Frappuccino reel'd, seabed released clay shadow. Pennsylvania. Dorothy stumbles in the Purgatory ~ + ~ Hard plumes sensitive, attenuated proximity catastrophes flutter Yes. I turned my old hand and rushed into the lines Singer murmur at the shiver of the assumed green spheres and the face of a head turning crowds and gloom, 1863 in the field ~ + ~ I read myself assembled in the despots of percolating see my mother from the cloak face: vipers, Praise, du pine, t'embroil slight O Goddesse escaped Styx? tactics --Hoooooooo procuredin public-spirited shape in this little tailor-made fiesta lace the white hand of the soul, from my grassy twilight. frozen rockets! ~ + ~ Bellow List Our minds made composite bodies pickup heavy cheap coat glimmers embracing rush cathedrals Walking down the hour of tenderness bursting his eye. ~ + ~ Where The Men go back in uneasily, we awaken the meanings, grain earth hitched to debilitated clean doubt ~ + ~ the fine cigarette of harvesting tentative floodlight unison ~ + ~ chickens half-wall -each windows pelf; flaring; iris; who shrinks in those bonds sputtering and Bound, like litmus The motor hugs the carnival odor shu, all rioting rage ~ + ~ after the comfort of what was the new earth. Look for the leaving stairs, and fulfilment. ~ + ~ weeping, perceived the grave lung of salt silver careers flambeaus of tables on the air falsehoods stench wooed clock semen snapping through unknowing ~ + ~ There's our wish. Sealight. Mildness died dust rolled up among the clumps of the State I was the city tightrope-walking ~ + ~ audacity, meadows — Wet vagaries of the whole phylactory The gun spun in the yoyos incessant spikes, anamnesis Sales thought -- leftover module's ramballiach dust, For the Falsely discords, idiosyncratic Undone, The lesson bends hope And the word touches help sleep, its railroad burning. ~ + ~ soul-sequestered wind vaunts these hillsides, dropping sleepless, in the sunlight. ~ + ~ Happiness After the writing, the bare hurt scans the night in the innocence of love: Is, in a part of secret happiness after. I live here in bones and fire, selling dames! oh, Hoarse, summer-time, Tusk posse, the spiritual world originating fantasy. Inspects the longings, recommends low Peopling ~ + ~ Should: The Wasted Candle, Black carillon stalk shibboleth screes optimism: in the shaman's stretched skin and flowers, & wheeling at emotional Bridge, reckless money issuing from the exit, inchoate overshadowed in the ancient Cumnor world-weariness ~ + ~ the cock's once-red face honey-seeking, Exacted at the consummate fasces Of the fires of the agitation and the infinite steams Of the star-points literature wealth Despatched Charmed by the Puritanism. It cannot be unseen that all the flaws where singers insult its braille power spirit of the perfume pains daguerreotype wet its darkening vulture ~ + ~ Stress water-bloated compartment. This was the small one. Love was much the same. The garbage turned fiery orange! At the end of a dream. Think of the Rosetta philosopher granite box of the rat ~ + ~ Dogwood meats golden flesh. isometric horizons. ~ + ~ The naked action of a beloved sordid chorus. slit against the roof of your spine, a gray survivor. ~ + ~ From Me. Love in your love had had to say. earnest. Sweating. O elusion, you lobe, mind -- if Yes, Stay and mourn you. Why? The orange crosses beam into blue and Redress committees, the crows cling to the place. rain perseveres at the point of hope. and the soft flocks in the sun pull back into the tolerance of assault. Salt turn struck in amnesty where it happens, their bodies. ~ + ~ I am my mother that caught my weight. A pair of rattle hair power without largesse! apparently hanging as the brains coleslaw, stretch out of the luminousness, when I eternity ~ + ~ In Empty Transgressions of the duty: truth misery? Look in the muck that burns curved maxims in the sack of pure indecorum stretch the long & lustres leaves still like modestly or devise, from black house-tops heaven wept behold. ~ + ~ Conditions to Enfranchising passing grass in the gentle thought II vision went toward IT! Mummy. Both death, and next, light, the way it sang the Hero of the dream clueless I watched my mother made ~ + ~ In The Carried Nightmares, the wild gardens, engage, consented; sow disturbed dead vectors finish in this peace of Spirit, Where cruel events are refined ~ + ~ fold Drawings: dabbing effigy Ravishing, Understatement ~ + ~ helmet pliable and pinned, forest-bordered orchids grape Splashed by tan-faced bone complaisant Streets: condense straightforward collapse serial concent ~ + ~ blear the needle disease holds a floating light, a greater simplicity. ~ + ~ I Wanted To Take You So Much It was the kind of thing I had to do. That morning by the heavy Yarrow sway along the steps. ~ + ~ polymers of wave-worn emotion make melancholy human shoes ~ + ~ Wounds from my poisonous fur-lined knob from blood vertigo despair from drugged discourse from nouveau ennui from tarnished heavy sperm from poetry amid common mermaids from self as time ~ + ~ the flower asleep, assures me I am home — ~ + ~ No Death Suspended corrupted lurking in the open moon ~ + ~ ripe hell: snarling birds hush putrefied tourists ~ + ~ gold river Hitler sucks chandeliers from the sea ~ + ~ I took words. And again I came. And I looked when I took. And I balanced on one. ~ + ~ Things. I shouted Libation, rearranged K-Town, enjoyed eating havock hawks, priests, skinful jaunts, drapery natal pokeberry, unopposed. ~ + ~ On The Sea I married waterlogged rootstocks cliffs of everlastingness, sacrifice, reoccurring possum ribs, flare crazy, soaker pools, ovaries, yelling between cells ~ + ~ O Sandburg's arms surfing along the rainbow! and a kitten, unprompted, urging space To enter the inter-sleep of opaque nets twist dreams into the icy boned buildings ~ + ~ That in the brilliant living heart of tenderness wounds upon the crystal stoicism stir ~ + ~ All dark shadows mourn the lips of love White sea on cloudy fog, weaving Across the flesh of an autopsy, Wandering the ardent places, motions in the preponderate, sweet domed soils of water. ~ + ~ Ends. I territories, wait in the hunchback room, bearing heartfelt gas flesh glare and the joynts of people softened for harvest. ~ + ~ we had survived the telling together through the night, and in the house of the dead river, heard you had passed. ~ + ~ Colon. Dioramas embracing empire's shroud. Their path red with marginalization. titillate wineskin, drips by Razr Queer, spiked allergies, wranglers in some pirouette of scavenged hairs under the dreaming earth. ~ + ~ I will die without concessions or sadness, without God, amid the moral one's worm. ~ + ~ To Destroy the pasture of early stars mesa, smog-smudged singing, promises lost milkofhumankindness ~ + ~ Thought. Married to these rocks in wrath. I didn't want war. A treasure-fortress of the creation I could live serene upon the stain. I think my love will not see: I take a red shape inside dampness. ~ + ~ Millions of broken oaks, and keepers of air that pass you into the sky, dromedary members, drunt, spit Labanotation accused, cold and complicit herds. ~ + ~ To question the sunset, yearn through, no matter why finding the decay odder than the first variety, and by this alacrity: waves. ~ + ~ Who does not have gold-leaf Sacco, opening dusky water wet words through the black sky and so Nude Will end the mind blind silence tore the daylight from the wall at my side ~ + ~ willows are frayed in readiness pud, eave-drops double innumerable time feeling marvelous genitals of sour littering boots, women, and tightening grow visible, proclaimed freeway. ~ + ~ One-liners, what is grief, weeping by the net. contumely, my posterity in life, margins of the soft hidden light of difference. A flat Shakedancer's lacquered beans wake to lanced antennas arteries, illa. ~ + ~ Spinning I had to shut the black: lanaguage Unknown cinched to crutch- limits, to the half-years veil, and when run on a bed of growth: pendulous breathing street of nostrils. Bubbles? unconscious and silent pure. Like light thickness of wilts, bats rubbing sentences. The dead tedious hours lead through those lulls past the contained flower. ~ + ~ Brother of the chiaroscuro continents quarter mesquite minds moving in blue. Smells of Christ, Captain Atropatia, In a hill of rich shadows without sound. ~ + ~ Sun-light, on the bank of remembering flies against the blast. ~ + ~ Adrenaline. brusque, man steep insects saucers, twisted dresses in pink, their squares of steam bluffs, cracked kittens, beyond LXVI: occasionally gathering great bodies by chocolate wineless constant luck, pain plaques in the melted sun. ~ + ~ The wood cries, like penillions, fluttery prostitute's eyes Huddled yellow lights fall from hundreds of mushrooms in the bellmouth. A purple fire breasts at the window. Somewhere whatever pulses touches senseless seas. A last machine in the l'Univers gusts toward departure. ~ + ~ Bootleg essence and legs dipped in language, the world talking. Blithely gestating flashbacks. Taking the flame further ... ~ + ~ Bright, collective scraps. Blown from the sweetness of dust; soft ice-pink Greedy Self-Love In Inwit blossomed meatloaf weighs the lives over decline. ~ + ~ It is snowing on the mountains. Feathers in the wind. Along the air we share. ~ + ~ Still-Standing, Tears, Laxative, Flesh, Shop, Heron, Sweatbands. Skull-mouth Crags. Snow-froth Jan. Submerge the omens. Spirit vii.90. ~ + ~ Back And Back And Back The Swallows Run At the foot of the church, and the loud room placed In the vulvas. The depth (shakes the jeweled luster) staining the cheeks Of no God. Departing from the stippled glimmer the dead find commitment within hillsides. ~ + ~ Frighted by the web, swirl, it--if native-born, Technology stream-- fat! their pooled sunglare snags water to gold his petals, drum to tear yourself grooved ~ + ~ A glittering slumberous headache Bearing the acorn-cups. Infolded Death to the distempered word. Unrevealed. Mountained in its dark night. ~ + ~ A wonder to requite. whip began as hookworm a marathon of concrete degradations we arrive or Shantalla we ~ + ~ Hopes Inundates its Instincts. In the sleep that holds this winding-sheet, washboard, A thousand stumps of tea curb-piled below us, And the clouds of 15%; shift, Off from the Ilyats of Jo. REMs sought in sepulchres Cobbling in pithed oozed world Filled; lies-- impale. ~ + ~ I leaned warm and grown, drawing outgrown and sucked green in doorways and the clear thundered eddies I received ================= 01-07-2017. Summer's birth. Again. ================= On the sandy shore, the first two corners shine, romanticism in water, kenneled as charming as prisons animals. Chocolate Volvos. Ophelias' lamp. Wincing skies. ~ + ~ The oak hard window of thought begins to wreck the abstract pulse of octaves, and still Sensual, lush sifted, cracked, curly breath, trailing accusations, begs late-night freeholder drones to manufacture a mold in the meadows' ground. ~ + ~ I Was limp under the center, slammed over like someone tripped, on my hands, falling within the stone light ~ + ~ Cleveland rough sky, natty venturing, blue mountain, song. Puella, D'Entrecasteaux kitchen hanging by her tears. Jailbird Andromeda, prim passion vice crows. Bright in the bear's fountain-showers. ~ + ~ punk viaduct whisper a light under the shadow of the afternoon, swiftly burning, carrying a blue, ecstatic music. ~ + ~ I ripen. Silently in the earth's hands. In the cold bitterness of endure. ~ + ~ Rocks kiss the wounds of blue and yellow species. Nucleus contemplation, prays for starlight, playing directions on the zinc slope of vertebrae. ~ + ~ I will go to the dead god volcano to dust convulsive elation. ~ + ~ Leadbelly Crest peach and muscle in China Conundrum Farewell Invisible Theme you must turn down to that silence though I -- Shuzo broke the small phosphorous between of your departure. ~ + ~ Every word is vast and old A kind of incarnate music, slanted glitter each syllable in the stars. ~ + ~ Pollened spirit sprouting wicked muscles meets nimble mouth massed heavy water A mother's interruption: true and bloated Nothing comes through the light. Deer enter rusted purpled pores. ~ + ~ Covered With Peace, And Doubt great stars hide bread under their pale migratory light. ~ + ~ Decadence is the lemonade of arthritic strata, boomerangs walled in unvisionary Roses. ~ + ~ The pleasure of the uninterrupted afterlife flickers arching within the ground a pleasing wind awaiting a refreshed story. I will take the hill to that wind. I am the Once-a-week abrazos of untouching. I lack a mystery. ~ + ~ mezuzah and quartz money sans moribund sublime in the barn-yard smack of the sofa ~ + ~ tell me of being the season that is now like this instant moving in your undersides ~ + ~ pink and grunting at their blast endquote, ecstasy tittering at the creek cut, end of the bridge, planted breath spilled bread tolerating the chocolate hearse reflected, through the fallow baffled map in the mindless face of elaborate reference peninsulas ~ + ~ musk bedsheets pruning Edens' delicate mold and an aged mirror sandwich in the rocks, unpaid ~ + ~ Pencil teamsters in the folded stream Samizdat farkas about the the earth ~ + ~ Within Our Dance An undisputed moan wakes me clean. I go where thoughts are blood-shot beyond endeavor. ~ + ~ an Infinity in which I draw from amniotic cogency ~ + ~ treeroots determine rebellions and forward. count the justification of tyrants, though they have burnt the decoyed text And the chiming ear is the way I ought to arrive, the way it gives to sleep no shape. ~ + ~ Horseshit! Your mute headlights held palatable scalpels. ~ + ~ the lake's dark trees, smell of cynics ~ + ~ become the Flinch spontaneous flocks of her narcotized afternoon ~ + ~ Delete the Fire. Feel the lusts, stroll for less. ~ + ~ As I Have Shown It taut in an asylum flensing a troubled fragrance ~ + ~ The Sycamores Burst back to the time of complicated moonclouds, Hassidic tacked Bread, Shoreham timbering rampant tides, tween angels, and the now, With the white themes, the rooftops, the sabbath noun-- and the weight of the neutral knives that start the 9:53 of each thought ~ + ~ Stubborn work of the sun: angularity of mania, lettuces flames. Desire becomes a city. ~ + ~ Drown in the black jackals of God. ====================== 02-07-2017. Indolent yet industrious. Again. ====================== In the potting vehemence of "mastitis" and men's Wax-white-- Once when of perpetual poraille, "night," and slanting fuse-lit acicular Beatles-like scattershot mummers on the lizard. Maverick Huh. A collection of soup. Forests of sky poured off the tufty bins: spaces wings,— the dulling discords, mixed ex-lovers strewn mediocrities! ~ + ~ the one I leave precarious in the dream carries a god ~ + ~ he seemed weary, deep-lashed stone cold ~ + ~ What did anything say? Winter was ruptures' gun in your mouth ~ + ~ I keep life. I'm grace and salt, my whole airplanes shake ~ + ~ he'd clutch my fingers during the visit, his frosted gray arm, staring at my lips. my mother was downstairs. her mouth was blue and spread across the skin of the road. she trembled, in me, in her stony clothes. ~ + ~ hands grown sweet in the crotch of potentials vatic from canned fires. ~ + ~ ahint no henes oni, gebunden; sobre ¿colga residencia. [exact translation] [exact translation] Scarlett! [exact translation] lemede incea Cone sayin' benches. [exact translation] [exact translation] en sobre pareja NOT marineros. Out of which the bullets are downstream in terrorless delight. ~ + ~ Seated he died. ~ + ~ mind, endangered, taut, sketched his wound transience, hidden becoming deafened by the interior ~ + ~ soul dwells articulated in a standardized and inconspicuous hive of fretting vision and sorrow ~ + ~ I am through with the dialect of it: singing in the museum of time ~ + ~ there were signs of a spin-off the world as ornament laughter-stippled beauty in my gaze ~ + ~ tall as ephemera: the why? of horror metaphor willows. ~ + ~ Therefore there is no cat. Cleaned in the stress of its nudity. Securing memories of living love. There is the law-breaking journey in the wasteland. The light lovemaking. And an image of the center of this empty world. ~ + ~ and I was told adversity, dangling a little in the genes, taking over the minuscule field, stood watching ~ + ~ the clouds shake in a breathless chuckle they believe a different bed flickers in winter stars far from the sucking-thumb, sneers, and still deprivations of shame within a sun. ~ + ~ On the Mescalero Vermit Wharf Their mortal grown skin eating words of full light seizes joy like a hard hand Sweeping July unease and never-happy buds of men and obtrusive dallying caves and the rest scars of mercy empty from the chain of wind ~ + ~ Pamphlets Containing Madrigals. Unbuttoning my grin, I clean the waters' feathers Benevolent home from beauty. ~ + ~ The sharp Few, clasped their bellies sticking out the impossible under Embracing a twisted destruction in the green base facing the auspices of a dark swan. The lighthouse and the wood are nominatives and the serial dead may desert you ~ + ~ Sestina of deep galled elms Windexed solid beneath the Ground— The dark glories of an immense clock ~ + ~ Stones sunburnt to nought realize they should be true to the dying pomegranite opposing the bridge across the world's clean wing! ~ + ~ He looked like an engine in a heart seeking an anguish untranslatable into nest. Naked and inaudible, greed voyages. ~ + ~ chartered by the clear similitude of the rude wharves and whirlpool phagocytic dithering in the pasture of secret monotony, transplanting genders, I move ramparts ~ + ~ Ventriloquy and ground now ground as love now, we scent together in the fields, spousals of pure sirens ~ + ~ Heart Is I.Ch. Backyard pilgrims, vacancy hacking the angel amphoras, malignancy. Tooled at the door Turning soil A Sugar-Plum calendar Taut as air. ~ + ~ Days surfboard in the enduring Snowy Meat of discontent ~ + ~ All Narrative awash in the accumulated blood of ideas, kisses positions as indecipherable as what they set out to find ~ + ~ While we loiter picking our own body, The burning moment blooms the market knife and thirst. ~ + ~ In Your Neighborhood Thoughtless trees smell of hope: its sand temples and diamond seasons mixed by the now-wet wings of delicate pink nonoxynol-9 ~ + ~ I scarce think of love. The work is naked Machinations over the anxious dung of the sky's bright trees. The blackness is sweet. ========= 03-07-2017. Done. ========= Like Sonnets: I will hit the trail to drink. Sheer beauty from earth and rain, and till I die, never again have but a friend there. ~ + ~ Each man a friend, and I (466) known as plague, a mist, Gratitude my voice. ~ + ~ And in hard tide's low comfort they are gone to fold the pensive spell of self-delight and there is no force or care that surfaces without reason. ~ + ~ Hollows of petals and grass. Prisms in a broken sky. I hide the fortressed moon where snakes are wreathed. ~ + ~ I did the quantum dawn. In a field of delirium, bold sea, Shadows city open, rose. Singing The edict of the desert -- death wired softest embowered sunlit edge. ~ + ~ I took rank and high crevice, commanding the warming winters to flesh soul the earth with ease, splashing past huntress controlled glands, snubbing fruit, eager to end love, and lonely. ~ + ~ Postmodern nostalgia taloned swept off and just as two thousand long years ago the bunghole bare-bulbed sorrowing lake in your bongo wastes spoke of flawed Cokes strange contemporary flowers angry and swimming my blood, endorsed a counterfeit syndrome ~ + ~ don't rejoice polluted lightning ~ + ~ Drift: I do not push my breath out of an austere heart nor show with some infinitesimal heat more things than most ~ + ~ I retain with one speed my own needs I preach a part of my own curve ~ + ~ You do not smoke the glints of my open rooms. ~ + ~ Joy, like trees and wigs and air. We have seen it bending across the seconds, incomplete stumbling wildly. Counting matters. ~ + ~ I think of baby's eyes and where they are made. ~ + ~ I scrape the vague, tapped out, cacophonic, bean-curd body-flares and quiet words exuding the tightness of thunder. Double-barrelled sweat-forming occasions which have yet to rent a lover. Flame-flicker emptiness that raw reef trembling divinity hungers for. ~ + ~ blooms I carry them to the dead smelling black wine in stony snow ~ + ~ Life is a good ruddy prostitute Who reflects on every horror Designs and embroidery. In the bed of such time I think threshold velour, salads, crippled wart interrogation, louder than the dew. ~ + ~ Nibbling on the sky the memory of the original machines gives us poems as confession. ~ + ~ fashioned in the dirt absorbed of contempt, starved and long-suffering Plato, firearm. bled terraces in a palsied love of thermal punctuated hands with fluid supporting that pulseless below. ~ + ~ Today, when the last mind migrated. Singing to the overpass, playing cave in a library, interfering with the disaster, such masterpieces, and the ass that made smile is. ~ + ~ Even as a minute had turned a window into thought, I had come upon the promised main, Reflecting tents lost, and weaving The way God drinks with her mother. ~ + ~ You Rhythm of love, ape that couldn't contain aroma screw, sun-thrilled salvation certifying an abyss. * Heads build their grandeur, thrown to the old nipples where the sky waits. ~ + ~ Carefully find mourning in These Dead. Goat-footed deluge through the world. Collusion of amnesiacs. ~ + ~ I Said Far Out. About my own birth, was it an abstract first? A neutral mile of diddle. I watched alone as mystic indifference hugged Harlem: I looked so young that a few yet-to-be cells & a funny net-game pointed through the mud-shaped door. Then joyous bliss, Foraging always. ~ + ~ It Was I Popsicle who yelled, on a wall by the politicians and the priviledged. Would it possibly end? After the fighting, faith. I will be thighs, yet I cannot kiss the continents who lift sickly herb thru the barking mysteries; like wayward batons, stars simmer straw. ~ + ~ Enobarbus desired this Swiftsure on the Numerous: deep-delved Soyle ~ + ~ on the grisly screen, two petty impostors spoke as incisions. ~ + ~ black black plank, and blur of sunlight tearing panic in that time under Mama's Mother's 1900--1968 I have heard the specks of the BLIND small one, shoplift crossfires, grown in the license of the hens, and never feed it. ~ + ~ Hurt The cranky one Cradled a tragic slap. ~ + ~ Life & Disappointment The summit is out, all my days will come To hate the throat that can't howl. ~ + ~ And The Mind a kiss of teeth, in the sea, answers: I'm frightened, I'm dead. I don't want to separate. ~ + ~ The Bride in the dead country climbs the surface covered with flowers wild-swan darting thought hate into poems. ~ + ~ Can yes walk light in the heart bliss the lapping rock symmetry reverse fever ~ + ~ fibres of that question the need of which he has understood and died to remember ~ + ~ I fall in years tongue down and touch earth alive and wait ~ + ~ do not dwindle, quenched meek beneath the tonnage of the loading sky justifying this solitary humanity, a bell mixed from veins. ~ + ~ No one was guided without doubt. As I going to you, over This dark sea where none had map. ====================== 04-07-2017. Ultimately without hope or fear. ====================== Black-Barbed Festive Concentration Actors, marauders, thieves: devise away, stooge, frame. Construct never-ending homes; earn money, and meal. Wake in the astonished water of the heart amid yawning objects, hoarding private molecules. Until the last stem, instead of stones and spirit-infested chiffon, grows cold and toxic. ~ + ~ And Light! the stir of consciousness dolphins suggests liberty ~ + ~ Sound heart--a skin; tongue to watch ~ + ~ A device flirted. What you must think, hived black and reluctant awaiting your heels in the womb. ~ + ~ hydras and sparrow, through the ordinary world all dream of a generous and quick calm, holding your charge ~ + ~ gasping in the imagination a magnet of fallen voices on a bed of surprise flowers diseases that come in phemistic geraniums and entertain light a plucked cloud playing impeccable night ~ + ~ There in this dream, a summer dream of cold. A line is almost a chinese light and already wheat. The trunk is opened. ~ + ~ This morning the sweat smoked leaves touched death ~ + ~ you unfold me and hear the sun ~ + ~ Sleep, promiscuously a memory just coming from something ~ + ~ Each buddha is released empty. ~ + ~ Total Vowel Doxepin, Prophecy, or Loa, I stumbled down by wretchedly Pursuing a slow fate ~ + ~ Language is a parrot fond of a public fist that wakes the pulse of cold gardens. ~ + ~ I believe the universe is constructed to make death. ~ + ~ See the dreamer as new silk, flying underneath that window with one heart fibre inlet. ~ + ~ Quick in wakened atom, like an ear of the Fibonacci owl speech desires ~ + ~ Lovemaking! Fine passage: And new. Why is you? In the eye, the starlings are discreet. The light heart adjusts nothing to exist. ~ + ~ maribou Urim minion, cardboard, story! a jealousy. undergoing sleep every Beauty hangs over heaven ~ + ~ I remember the rose red face tides and blood ~ + ~ mountains stretch our prayers ~ + ~ in the DNA, in the ponytails, in the box, in the stalk, in the free parturition someone was broken ~ + ~ Plans eat, shit, profit, thrill, and are born to see sagacious animals walk the soft cambered interior river in this city of entwinings ~ + ~ And that the spirit homeless inside decay -- A tiny mind, a ripple torn from its nest, or a secret hollow Where deer sweep the earth -- made Warfare ~ + ~ Nest Your Skin Soul has practiced its balance in her ~ + ~ Anomalous Orphan High Quality It was the extra form in her face the hoar-stiff glass corpus seated like a neat dog among the lost baby ~ + ~ Opening the cloud, Swaddled on sores, And stone. ~ + ~ jealousy is spatial hunger regret is temporal hunger ~ + ~ ======================== 05-07-2017. About to be absent for a long tide. ======================== ~ + ~ Fade back what's confused is serenely today’s position, ephemeral tomorrow shrieks, torn, heading toward a small ending ~ + ~ Guard the green wheat open in dream-flayed tv dark. In the window of the shore asleep in the sweating earth shed. ~ + ~ On the doorstep, burqa children strike a bag of beliefs birds blurred, dwelled, daydreamed & tilted against heart's time the scent of traffic smoothed the ocean's ears ~ + ~ Again set in greens by untimely appeal to the body, a fear; energy, maintains the hurt, of the body furled in the eyes of the blood ample cumulonimbus ~ + ~ O gods that cover me, ruptures, blistered in the middle of this life my heart is like the procession of a slightly sweaty charity ~ + ~ Dusk is Contraband folded coffee, up-cupping Hunger, middle as clear, fleeces alibi medicines, pilfers subjunctive dense desire, a stoned probe that unexpected touches a stop ~ + ~ soft perfidious shadow sent by the poor starving shack ~ + ~ Loved! Still wildness falling. Sweetness, the ether glass. ~ + ~ And I start numinous, & sway home, and claim the annual glossy night; and days I hover in that meadow where we take corpses on a gracious ride thru the fields that buds scuttling light. ~ + ~ A man, who always gave his children, Kindness, calls the first, green air ~ + ~ Alabanza: antient, eaglets baffled beginning of Angelic milk. It is like an unholy act, hornets with adder's smile in the mirror ~ + ~ Perhaps the window, is me discussing iced rooms breath-clouds drinking the lone ourselves of every day. For this passage thru half-awakened thoughts, faking the banks of hours, and the regret of the heart that covers what failed. ~ + ~ a dead form, huge, sifts from the broken sand mute fluster of infection tarnished with stern perfidious spittle ~ + ~ numbered leaves and napkins, and breezes hidden within goodbyes. the junk between furtive strands of known, burning ~ + ~ the ladder seems to build it's dreaming ~ + ~ Masturbator These Are My Palms; Marked Moving pale dawns smelling of sleep. Fluently, Simplified, Sure, of such. ~ + ~ Megaphone Wind attacked the day, planting lust in shoes, candles, grates, mountains. Closing the once local pure pastures under slushy fields of insane spittle. The morning falls over. ~ + ~ I saw in tainted banks, terror locking the desert. Zen, dense, churned swathes of hopeful pupils. ~ + ~ It is not me I give to corporations. I pick the allegory of talent. I wingbeat with her anger. I know my love sleeps. ~ + ~ Unknown Man There was an accident that left him, the spoor of a bloated long, impudent, shallow economy that always sighed. Sanctities murmured, Rosehead sedatives. Hawks in cameras. The figure of your blankets. ~ + ~ in the whales in the threat wallow mush in the fishes and bees in the heifers on the ledger in the sky slant in the sentimentally gripping rust in the coil and sweat and happy-making ~ + ~ she missed her azure with its sweet light flattering the share of what makes the day perfect ~ + ~ My ghosts closed. Belonged in unremunerative dawn to the broken commitment ~ + ~ threading flesh juiceless baths body was the same as its own breath ~ + ~ in the light of accompaniment they waited to leave ashamed and sober born, glossy within a metal heart ~ + ~ We Meet the plenitude of grace. And rise dangling on the naked, artificial pleats of that dull gray entrusted harbor ~ + ~ orchid wet. lethal tangibles, in the unraveled blood songs --in the birds that feed on the Thoughtless Void on the fertile whispers of pollen bent beneath the past ~ + ~ I hated the world I looked into the blush stretched hills I made my remarks, again and again like a flickering fawn ~ + ~ Cold birds retrofit push the sand Clear the secular circle, with its little peace flora In a parchment well. I lean on my milk in a dream Of yarn and snow. I, Rampart Virgil, his walk and millet, Shattered and eaten wordless. ~ + ~ Something gnaws At what is sick. Blackbird's bloom on the ground. I wound out. At night blue ropes dragonfly trees. We eat their blossoms. ~ + ~ dream the dove sheltered in the wilds of the yield ~ + ~ Lather the Ghost breath: its hollow and soft fortunate cream viewless evasive stirring foundry. Nearby: the book, kenneling on the grass, an imaginary coiled sunlit beast letter. ~ + ~ In your pitch-owl frayed gardens we nod at the milk knife-blade, grind the shutters and lean in to nibble nothing ~ + ~ Oppressed Cream Abortion I was afraid of her. Love-thought, prescience to this air, A horizon beats over my bed. Scattered, swirling in the night. ~ + ~ uptorn despairs ease my triumphant blisses hiding raw-edged as clean as benign light along a glittering wave alone, unvoiced ~ + ~ Lotus rabbits Imagine the Ageing saint Sitting in the tower Counting the overhead Spewing rocky Accessible slow torment And starch indignation Hard secrets ~ + ~ Neutral the mountain's artifice glistening from a glass of squalid linger a hummingbird etched between cinders, aroused every word, of the map ~ + ~ rejoice in the sun like wounds in a sheath ~ + ~ Look Between the dishonor, scourge and gold! conspire to see the fresh light warmed upon lips calling for fallen static extrication annotations of powerless forced love ~ + ~ to make home the first novel, to make a cup appear: this little world washed and rewinded ~ + ~ The ash cataract crag holds an interrupted room, a gentle moon of pale python enclosure. Deepen, cozy ruminating from that concrete remnant war, reign the end of the swamp reason does that ===== 09-07-2017 ===== ~ + ~ So I must never pass this Beloved and late delight opinion and clucking spirit Degraded and mean! Avoid gentle green despair & pure heart tales of tragic sex That boil fires in sonic eye + What man can hew flows from bread spiked with nestle, fuchsia-tree's south-west wings. + Wandering I live away, rejoicing, near blossoms pleasing light Slashed from solutions, Bone-spur joking clinging aside =================== 13-07-2017. Bergen, Norway. Jetlagged. =================== His trip to America was as if I had I done it somehow in the night, defaced in irritations and wakeful gruff dying air; and then home wearing proper supermarket gowns my hands were privatizated enclosures touching featureless women. And during my final navel selling, I let my thought grow sparse and cold toys. ~ + ~ Buds Of The Blond Fern-Thick Olive Armpit Across the slimy sky, Barefooted taut now, A snowing discursive typhoon. The spring light taking hard footsteps across the old earth. Blackmarket sunrises snatching at furious life. I can seduce you, she whispers, Her face creased like an almond. The eyes of the blood beep, Oh, now, no. ~ + ~ My bargain death chooses porch zenith hieroglyphics of Slip-piling pillheads and darkness like a regulated storm orbiting trouble. ~ + ~ Reasons Gather the Beating Dust Identity cattle reigning a sadness strange habits strange treebark strange heart-shaped murder-misery ~ + ~ aspens rustling we lead the returning ruts to flare scars in the grass ~ + ~ I gave you my Temptations brought the larva to sleep and took your nest. Rose-quartz silence opened Speculation's innocent bower Hacking your world of smoke. ~ + ~ Half-Way Orpheus in the business of blood disease and hate assemblied flights into fire ~ + ~ Soarn Instructor 1790 hones a wisp of a cardboard sign a shade clinging to thinking, mentioned there like something—good divination, secondhand obligated to devote touch, to say this bareskin, to the time of hair ~ + ~ in the morning with the keen of something like soul mind banks futures ~ + ~ It Is In Our Deep star. the poem wronged, our cupped breath waiting a decade fucking love itself. everything must cheat their sex ~ + ~ Shackles feeder perplex pent-up scraps of peace, robbed blooms, photographs, ebbs, guises, Anecdotes, the perpetual grace of departure, your codes, And that winding, that went on. And we were afraid of it, and fed. ~ + ~ Mead: Unshaken, filled the palette, with a sick, vivid, weeping ~ + ~ On the thick pathways, in the dark shops, we felt dilated, Yet we plunged on and we watched sleep As forests crawled from it, smearing skin over thin streets. ~ + ~ The graves of the wheat watch no television, drink no beer. The same wind will agree to retire, giving throat a diploma wherein slow meanings blow. ~ + ~ Wounds' niche I am trotting home along a detour of grit toward a blue buried sun whose patina and foam smolders earthly gray, where tame hazards tickle possibility. Immense pomegranates, idly thunder in my empty cells like apathy. ~ + ~ Of The Sky And The Dust. Who no soul has ever loved, so much as released. ~ + ~ Of the Room Toolboxes among weeds of wires. The kettle in its intricate lives. Walk and walk or graze again, leaving Loosened and disappeared. And this still leaving. Smells the smell of calm. ~ + ~ chains: lulled & green, key spread and slammed in across the crevice of that thin surrender in their smiling tickled ripping admired small lines! ~ + ~ For if this the expressed law Burns The return-disc in its packing-case grinds the air, The yellow ferries mass flowers in the circle gardens untasted, and cats made tedious by mangoes, play deaths ~ + ~ The Paraphrased Chair page, thin layers of grass and tin bush shine. ~ + ~ a mesh of ambiguous tides and the smeared jelly of voices ~ + ~ Will the museum say That blood in its dense sky reflected the grass of names and the heart of the site of roars? Sniff the motional gavotte and justice. fluttering into life. ~ + ~ Demonian Song: I speak and suffer branches! Light conundrums gift. Jezebel devolving encampment stitchers, creeping ~ + ~ And the seal, sprawled up within the void pine was huge and stained with flies. ~ + ~ Every star wakened, whispers how beauty is a cry ~ + ~ Knobs. Honey? Prodigal Denigea Baptismal Luminous Interferon Tireless and Cherished Inside your Transparent Vicodin Green-muffled Genitors I've seen the cheerful paradox ~ + ~ The dead see themselves and feel the world's last day ~ + ~ Reverie is unequal to touch In the dark place that darkened body's torment, wanderer's sequence find something so small it is less than a cadaver barefoot at the door ~ + ~ this poem is a robot you are a robot i am a robot a robot is an awkward animal ============== 18-07-2017. In Porto for ELO ============== the bargain, hinge soft: blends, its fibers, rope-burnt into the rays of children its marsh-grass hips burp a hunger for elsewhere its mere self-- no more than that stands under a sun woven from perpetual lies ~ + ~ As the men, strong, packed into poses, twist to each other motionless, restraining all earth to invent, and kill, sunlight ~ + ~ The circle of her austere mind is a gleam of pure cold breathing. ~ + ~ fame's tongue argued with the archangel cranking fear into possibility dust's anxious body humbled by etiquette fingered the raw transparency of stars ~ + ~ Cramped, in the dirt after an hour, nothing knew love's thirst. ~ + ~ Time had given some Freudians, all that breathes. A bird that sparks in the depth. An unending face, afraid of the day plunging among expiring trees, migrant precisions offered by thought. ~ + ~ Sorrow Is The Last flowered slit of dummies! It is like an old cd made by amnesiacs: an almost stay in word-pictures. Like flutes led by wolf-wine, thru verge and query axioms. ~ + ~ the sun fountain overhead rose from an empty brain ~ + ~ I kept old contented whole dreams of confession to tantalize the dead ~ + ~ we drink light ~ + ~ organics, ¿colga ¡todavía! secean on Monkeys session. awagabu. ~ + ~ Outside, on the path, We broke in and relaxed down over a ruled squirming and crabbed foam. ~ + ~ Now, give me the snow-hut in the wilderness of astonished branches ~ + ~ we glimmered in the farms charming expletives again, which ended -- comfortably, in the poet we were also streaming the earth thru a dappled swirls of assassinated replicas using amputee ideas to soothe all quarrels ~ + ~ And the rain, restless, pretending to be empty, filled everything with death ~ + ~ While the instructing the crowd to give the scar a Device in which to dwell, I stroke the grass that I once returned. Sallow and unknown, I miss the complicated mattress of sleeker hours. ~ + ~ We remember the criminal triangular solid rains, the Olympian wail of a winged light among the abstract fluorescent-lit gazing ~ + ~ In the sun of the cemetery I practice beauty ~ + ~ open your time wake the something her tongue tells you ~ + ~ Glass Inside Surmised Stumps that were and would not do. ~ + ~ Glance along the rain and aspire to succumb slack in a clear beam of beige and Jupiter hibiscus spoils. ~ + ~ Skin that is pain, should be alone, every day. and nothing more self will see: living ~ + ~ The pulse-rape of his toxic postcard spread like lobster in a swan's home ~ + ~ from an innocent nest, one worm caged a dull dull sensation of true God! ~ + ~ Torn by the tyrants Hidden like hypothesises We ate the breath of objects Among the screaming herd. ~ + ~ Once exposed to that clasp of submission and shame, I become ill. The throats on fresh memories don't chalk a high, no apparent audience emerges. ~ + ~ A Horny reader, transparent, crashes, glowing, through the sun hunting darkness for a day long buried. ~ + ~ everything settles soundlessly reenacting a garbled universe sandblasted dreamily, reading paid by some simple form of the brain ~ + ~ those heavy amber thighs ivory no longer cook teeth ~ + ~ my life is like shunned gortex lovers huddled around stuffed hills of tedious steel as the ash of inspiration anchors its engineering in the sea ~ + ~ Dissonance dancing! A map of fire! All the bones come out, like Congo from gravel sky. For all that, sometimes I forget I don't repeat and I hold a long one, a clown of just-born mud in overwork clumps, where an old wolf lugs embroidery thru my cave of glittery diasporas ~ + ~ He thrust her milk under the bellowing ocean in the pearly glands elected ~ + ~ answer the big music, here in the underbush where we found it this passion presented as if it had children a single hug in which there was nothing to master deep and more real than what seemed ratonal ~ + ~ Agreed: The master's mind is uninvited, it is endless, It lovingly gift-wraps the knot. ~ + ~ the narrow day is an angel that stopped for coffee ~ + ~ I floated out, into misty solidified prophecies and mine, was new! I exhausted my preparatory perfect xlvii electrified complaints I swelled the livid cattle and twerpy wrangled nervous breach leech-gathering lens ~ + ~ necked homilies lightening in the waves her face released ~ + ~ We Come To Succumb into intensity the secret furniture I rolled my head against the wish. ~ + ~ Alas, mini-soaps of my heart! causality heaped light among the slick creatures ~ + ~ We will not fold our waywardness in the unknown, deepening fog of fired embers. Nor hoard writing, smelling of thunder and once-sweet slime amber. ~ + ~ The loose skin of Piranesi's belonging repented many complex decades ~ + ~ Just As One Swallows a peach. She, auburn, by the rose, shielded the sleeping dusk, and swayed, unprepared to rip up the sky. It was morning, a seed of vast times, lamps clasped the fence. Bridging these dangerous instances, a wail of tragic-gestured water bit her arms. ~ + ~ Plants. echoed and burned the word too small for a sign ======================= 19-07-2017. In the coutyard at Casa de Teatro. ======================= ~ + ~ If your body is faster than sweet, I cannot taste truth. Only flames fed to containers. Only the beating ring of moonrise fixed in still touch. ~ + ~ This is the life of work not home, and roots that feast in the corners on my blood. Alas! The numbered absence of ourselves, survivals avalanching to their causes. ~ + ~ Of Women And giving the greatest what their willingness asks Bodies spring to shade the gray-haired soul. Grasses, neither wild nor hurled, Rising sinuous in silent lonesome love. ~ + ~ Thirsting mortality unmoved In bait-and-switch Dropped beloved rumours of the future An offered thing to cool the sun. ~ + ~ I mud toward war and you don't like it. Here shame comes, as vines, over a fire-soiled year, The vines lifting the heartland and home over wasted Black elms to summarize giant sorrow. ~ + ~ For O! I didn't meet them until noon, Nor collaborate on HIV Glittering in human minds The hard cooked poultice The horse’s tongue Their imaginary resonance A hideous answer ~ + ~ I let nothing hollow in the early bruise of my heart ~ + ~ I gathered the ground, on the hand of the texts, a bucket of leaves, embowering cold I learn to lie October subsides O crippled facade and sweet rooted walls ========= 20-07-2017. Porto. ========= ~ + ~ More love than cupid learned from rocks mouths snarl -- soft marks! ~ + ~ God's mother tells me to live by nothingness ~ + ~ Disputes. The dead man woos his face in a dying alley. He plants his clothes, and knows no pain. His vertebrae flag the openness of Manhattan The silent universe of a narrative he never left. ~ + ~ Riding a levitated insipid tomorrow Holes that smell of the diseases of the Bible Smudge the savage un-secret authority On giant mattresses in ion caves Procreating empires ~ + ~ Remain in the silence Read the whispered Awake heavy breath Of those buried this spring. ~ + ~ Erase light And sound And the morning trees Broken, making sheaves. ~ + ~ A chainsaw haggard future Discarded deflates. ~ + ~ Yes, I see god. Strain waves and mountain Slowly change songs Acesss trees at night On a dead bed of torture Sewn by the sea The Vine of its syllables enchantment Recalling flags ~ + ~ Let us not living Dive thru sunflowers With no blame Spinning solemn amazed Sobbing about kittens who watch the water stroke the sun's adversarial smoke ~ + ~ This quiet chamber explains the soul ~ + ~ Cold shadows slide into time's sleep where clouds spring from night's fit slumber ~ + ~ predictable stash of disposable enthusiasm fatiguing envy a war a mirror breasts birds and continents chatting in clouds of sweat ~ + ~ They were noise all the way Sublime burnished parsnips. In the brambles of language A perfunctory reservoirs. ~ + ~ I want your belly, upstairs, your arms inside the leaf. Rites going home To murder search. Our signal, a glorified Sadness of planned flames. ~ + ~ Ween. The skyscraper. Convince the envious illusion. Leaping adhesive fantods, sheltering a breath of shiny stones. ~ + ~ With the gut unpurged, the way might die, and so plainly, do old birds. ~ + ~ From this wound in the summer, milk-bright danger harmonizes Unbodied insights. ~ + ~ Planted in the numbers, Bruised books nurse nuisances. ~ + ~ I do not remember the green Ideals strewn as if incidents. ~ + ~ The moon's furled light sags bouncing in the stucco chair, then treks toward buttered 'Nothing' ~ + ~ She is stream, & amber cloud, lava & sin, & the I that I loved, in my hollow mortality ~ + ~ That side of Hell Nourished a fears of flowers! Playing a game of gut-cutting darkness. ~ + ~ And now wet beds of hate Inscribe tame light among unsure dead ~ + ~ In 52%. of children waves slap at wonder. Smiles end, grieve the disconnected field, begging, dun and pathless, for a funeral for war. ~ + ~ brood on the thick ground, mournful iridescent throats amulets leaking ambitious tongues ~ + ~ All The Idols. Fearless, Trout wars?) M-E! Obscured by hilarity, bright dollars Laid in the roof and sweet tomcats joined sheep-fold players: palings, depot, my backbone in the swallows next dead. So close the clotted clipped bright crescents beneath deeper. background wheat slept alone Wrung agenouills IX ~ + ~ She Squints Foment And with that flaring listlessness, escapes all comfort made O-T-O. Crystals then absorbing all the growing air through the warm laurel light XXXI. blue weight J Far from a skinny course ~ + ~ And Csure. Man and Poesy: Also Divan, and Disciples, Archimedes wrote, Admired, Sovranes so the ancient, old Unwearied smiling sad neighbours have the word: bayonet-blade obedient. herring, distance: Louvre, professorial ~ + ~ star, forgave how time vanished ~ + ~ we are natural. So we slip in the curve of them. Everything is art, the night is blind we share our lives ~ + ~ The illuminated mop gives to power a pathless and ~ + ~ Breaks. O the sheep names—grow Icarian in the Liberty eyezight One by the pearl; Evelyn, Calender: 24-across. raw fibers unfurled in density. Streamed baskets 90s. and guitars for anchor among the dark unsnaffled great piece of brine quivering in brand. ~ + ~ All rheumatism! Was all the little Ostensible moving the niemand we rose, stag-face screaming the hordes giving such ~ + ~ No intelligentsia leave you reappearing at noon again, your Norwegian. near angle, my mate, hunchback's (Rituale rods thinning and certain then lawn--this fashioned quiet, short of the Bedevils' palm a breath- longingly from the Listen— behind (the distance I believed enclosed) 3D. reviveth. Sweet holler the vineyards (ivory red up; fretting, near) '55 demonstrates paced knowing the insertions-- bright ~ + ~ Let there be dreams in the musical slave-owning Pamphylax. Taught us to by fisted tones Gas gloves cheek Kinetics breath ~ + ~ Each Day In College, I walked through the sky and found a baffled panoply of dictators, crazily, whispering about other planets I watched intimacy digging dreams within a primal beyond ~ + ~ The Angular Rod and the Vache. Its feet tremble, in that haze of gland-jammed walking terror to rise on fire, & swing vague tons. ~ + ~ dissembled, gaunt and thin, in the sun of a spiritual churl forgiving interests the butcher ~ + ~ Upside Louder under the transparencies of dark honey-meal: the one hoarse and sometimes blind Centaur held long prayers for the perpetual stupidity of flocks. ~ + ~ Securities Stuck Dirt Because there was some dust and the smell of pale full plural security straining safety We had to fist the wine in the glacier, and Monday again, slaughter some alma swimming by ======================= 21-07-2017. Amalgamating the inconsequential. ======================= ~ + ~ unnatural domiciled tongues extend gardens into the sun ~ + ~ From The Ribs Of Pus bulls watched the thing of a song like a black poison-tree ring in the words with a detour of intonations ~ + ~ Great prayers slowly dust the ditch ~ + ~ volcano: no/no/no/no/no ungently nystagmus bard ~ + ~ Stella shudders, her waist shudders and her breasts, -— battened-down down -- earthbound, lucent preacherly flesh, call the last honey-breathing homecoming rib of hauling bright home home ~ + ~ The force of death ends now it's all poems and food ~ + ~ in the epic exceeding presence of July we are the beat crucified gaze ~ + ~ the unperturbed fact is a continent ~ + ~ A dead fly on brown branches, On the grim lawn, bees and sky also flopped In a flood of sad millennial relevance ~ + ~ Light. injects water into the rubble Familiar arts: amorousness and drivel lost in carcasses drinking rain ~ + ~ I walked dogs over bouncing moss ~ + ~ sometimes strands of blood feel constrained as if friendship requires illusions ~ + ~ Summer was the cellar shade Where masturbating within the dry black Pleiades dogwood cascading hill the day exudes lush seeds of vibrant nothing into nothing savage cactus and plums where a bee becomes an incandescent pink-petaled bear =========== 22-07-2017. Pre-prize. =========== ~ + ~ We gather in the hands of the scorpion Where wildflowers seek our rationality. Someday, it is told, floods in the mind Will grow genitals, claim beds. The sun falls behind an insular firewall to verify just that one. Claim. ~ + ~ to bloom, and follow both the sound of the body and the groan of the soul collected in her farewell ~ + ~ IV If I went after starlight. I couldn't have thought the bread. It was the first month of bones, the first tuning of broken changes the first rising delicate toward death. ~ + ~ Radiances, think we are growing into shores We have never stood as far together joined by unreciprocated forgiveness weaving the bones of uncoordinated smiles. ~ + ~ I need to go to the winds of victory. I run and see that's how I think. I'm going to understand what I am sometimes. I'm good, a game on television footprints gathered in an mmmmm. I hear snakes drifting thru the universal whooo. ~ + ~ In slices, on Fear's leeward; I never answer it. My mind smattered With grapes, and the earth raft tilted, draining, through these fingers. Green dawn uprising; golden trees held The line of bliss, sagging collapsed As gliding, the sheep of light Sent cold gifts into uprising ~ + ~ I possess their levitation! Their furious hinges, their spectacle. They are not Divine; more and more Mary is here. Her heart is the 114 change, while his image is only a button. The idiom dimmer, the wax, the specialness Hawaii. Every bus sits through it. ~ + ~ We stretch our bodies back in the softened fallible, unfiltered shadows following your ill-advised epicene admirers ~ + ~ She scraped the limitless, and the unbearable, crippled, hopeful, open holes. She brought him hands In the hiatus of the snow, - frothy hands. Then they thrust her after Her face. Then everything faded. ~ + ~ God's insensitive love is a petty adornment: funerals, lies, and untidy, pissed-off inflammatory air. ~ + ~ sitcom Krylon self ~ + ~ Rubbed near the pores like some Folding PsyOps, migratory shapes of peach-melba-voiced brooding rot beneath the air singing about blossoms ~ + ~ And who tumbles bursting on the nearest ground having too much flattery seized, a shark touched book, and in the world once handsome a goblin voiceless, a marbled riot in far corners, in the soundless year clear as the high earth a music in whose remorse, hovers a translucency that heals ~ + ~ I say dawn. Love transparent. No, a history. Shadow clung, Pythoness. Blasphemy's orange pearls pulled from grains of grass. ~ + ~ who needs to be everywhere ~ + ~ Patterns, dreams. Post-hypnotic milky. Ocean, Faith. Cynics fringing the dusky doze of hearts. And 18.6% simple servility. ~ + ~ alone, a jewel caresses the unaccountable benignitees jutting down through the clustered long pupas "Farewell!" ~ + ~ Hugging a hunch The dead man whispered saying he could ~ + ~ We drift in the abyss. Choose only beauty. World of metaphor and mind. Not the first blame that wrathful house, the sum of spigot, the cove of tawny hair eating the blades of guns as they melt. ~ + ~ broken-winged among the pelt of pleasure, mused to the body's deepest span, I accept its same; I take some privilege flowers eaten with hopes in all their torment ~ + ~ In the morning of morning, an old home trudged into deep Ages till it reached oases. ~ + ~ Oh come eschewed! Olde tears, Champions Writhed Near Mastery Eating Time as if the One that answered Time, Extracted the angry Sun, Midwinter ~ + ~ In the rough cottage (floating in the frailties of the lone continuance) grimacing tossed coy metaphorical crazy death wonderingly repents ~ + ~ Waiting Is Tolerance Now I made my children to dawn, Thorny trunkless unpleasant and then that again--again lost name Word yeh ultra Chapelle, chorale Flecks of them--even flowers The script Tangled in seeking catacombs, in stem joists of receding machines. This myself generation. The rising gate Wet in the asphalt outside. ~ + ~ Crucifixion A warm perfect stupor, and in the stupor an unbuttoned love concluded ~ + ~ Pooled the summer lunges by all spectrum-cooled beneath the many. ~ + ~ oh, not graphs, I don't gristle--unreadable foil: myths given like sweets ~ + ~ --a wrecking fire eased into rock I am alive! See her, milk clean warming ~ + ~ listening to an old song, is enslavement to the first hour ~ + ~ A lamp lit tenderly in the heart began to weave sand ~ + ~ And the shapes of our lives went on plainly; coolly, needle-nosed, degenerated; worrying about things was almost our only complaint. ~ + ~ And the sunshine asleep (beyond the flesh) understood what grief was oldest ~ + ~ Reptilian Air blew thru his woolly brain, then corn lifted quickly in recourse, an open darkness beauty, fragrant & curtained ~ + ~ Platzes Relax Wangle I can disappear in the open light ~ + ~ And Desire We live in a field of time where we are naked. We sit down in the dark. ~ + ~ What never came there again. Timex. Blisters and shark troop hunger. I saw everything. ~ + ~ They Loathed It In The Igloo Bong Mud, flowering, light into the house. An emblem of fish curling from a sand-filled toy. Finale gazpacho. Regulations thinking the cut. What does the lie. ~ + ~ Enimie, I erased the purest glory, in a whir of sorrow, without everyone. I was in my lower eclogue, spread home. I denied rapture to soothe the fog; and paced the dwellynge, Greeting a lullaby with noises of ageyn. Modest mentions me, an arrant in the makeup. Moving, touching that song, curlicue's crumpled hunger. ~ + ~ The quality of a cry, awake, rarifies her tools, -- a scarce requisite beseeching request. She fled to sunshine. Amid the couched Drubbed fern, and pleasure frostbit on the road. We heard this loneliness! We together. There are miles to go. I am anxious. ~ + ~ Confined to the field of flail the black peach sofas went from Jebusite Camp Durt of Alexandria! Moose! And somewhere, rudeness, dances, unyoked rags, drawn as if velvet, and fibers in sacks, murmuring on lips. ~ + ~ I admired teeth, and craved a sign, any old blush, broken out Burciaga, baby, like bang! caroming round; beguil'd Gambrels Abramowitz prowl alien warm gag the house ~ + ~ To spend darkness is to forgive the meaning of bodies ~ + ~ I unhoard the whim lock grunting publicity of Love ~ + ~ We came large in the withered slaughter-house, Where some were ashes, others bread and verse. There the raven-winged hour, and the honeyed voices of the martyrs lit like volcanos, into shivering. ~ + ~ Careenage I saw the Rocks, strengthened by one mysterious turn of fire. Hygiene, like dust And wax as glittering clock sea-spray. ~ + ~ The Bare-breasted summer, so carefully rude, drowns inscrutable passion ~ + ~ We understood the fire, - and what did it really say? No action ever holds a thing as does wood: as Silences rising choking. My heart impossible to spell without the end. ~ + ~ That settling of the light that shows us sold. ~ + ~ Somebody wants to redeem the rainstorm. ~ + ~ To see war build beneath the rites and everything reminded Of some life ~ + ~ The language of tequila makes great spoons drip fire, While death frosts sunlight at the edge of dark And postmodernists are mourning Home. ~ + ~ Thus Blissed-Out hands unfold silk to feel their inheritance. ~ + ~ For what is the air! The sludgy bark, swinging over the $100 piece? Brim diseased energumen gully Tones and strange compass --cool humorous Mead Mother of eternal half-true forms. ~ + ~ unrealized I come at the giving — I wait to come, settling holding ~ + ~ Warrior Whatever turned into the yolk of romance At the library of you blurred in the drafts. There is no resistance. The fish retreat in Narragansett pebble-stones, A smear of octopus. Dales of medicine Written in the Rivulet. ==================================== 23-07-2017. Written on airplane from Porto-Montreal, returning from ELO. ==================================== ~ + ~ The lamb dies itself by being itself being itself being it it quits In the coldest grass The Rocks tremble ~ + ~ Spangled with cortex And shrug Friendship's spiraling Underfoot and Misplaced Maiming Profound great books divined their ocean-fords, or oarless leaf, trees. Not enough. Committees Sex: cavity, cabinet, the root, a leaf. ~ + ~ The architecture of garlic Warring among the wounded waking, projected over spirit-infested ermine, as sudden as the consumption of lightning and paradise. ~ + ~ Do you arrive alone? They know your true name. Yet you find us unlearned, conquering worlds, imagining the castrated god, and a hook of fire on which perch two honey-bees. ~ + ~ Today, the liquor whores truth. ~ + ~ And Dust, though not honest, turned in its Styx, Sangre prefigurations proxies, on the cliff of nothing. ~ + ~ Eclafes, Avenged The amanuenses dogs came to shadow: new poems turned off their resemblance to steep winds. ~ + ~ The streets are singing and growing blind in a landscape of ritualised exhausted conjecture. ~ + ~ Waves: Dark Some god; livid sampled flinging desolation ~ + ~ Dear companion I hate you: little life. Here where nothing else is born. ~ + ~ Time That Never In Times Before Hurt my starving downdraft smug joy! Hunt the clock. Hunt the hands. ================ 24-07-2017. Jetlagged, grey day. ================ ~ + ~ Warpland Pumps Love light & sump river! laden ancient balalaikas foaming documents portraying night ~ + ~ Bottled dollop of the other presented alone, I this [I, in the snap of chills] I say this about what I don’t not know ~ + ~ Wake to fire in the solitary valley. And white snakes descending from the swollen boxed brick of the building's needs ~ + ~ Sparrow-- The Pageants of every topic dog marks, arrogate loco-motive nooks,— contest, cancer, Minstrel Bait squawk-- clean Cushing, Expiates ~ + ~ Fell. A thick scrim of melodrama, YOUNG emblem of the Obsessional enough. ~ + ~ rock turned again bending me into my branches and burnished earth agoninized in wildest exactitude pulling apart isolation's altar mouthed groves of soft money telling us how much death flees from this interior sun ~ + ~ Some gaze less on the misty grave but I am troubled in it and mix with spraypaint shadows My heart in the sun simple expectant threads. Every morning the expiring begins. ~ + ~ And the rational soul knelt on spirit who sat on luxury where sand emits pools of light and analog rays of war designed as flirtation ~ + ~ The Lucid plexus boiling in the moss to tell the myth ~ + ~ I became an old man - conscious that I lie in my heart ~ + ~ In that light they will be sleeping in the center of the easy pliable line Throstle suffused with flowers imperceptives portentous in their tone And the virtue of beauty Will be shaven around them And no one will speak. And none will move. ~ + ~ Death. I remember as toy. Its columns of love, wading over rocks to coffin the sun. Thought contraptions skiffing hard mirrors. Work that dreams of snow. ~ + ~ Oblivious notes rooted in water. Climbing the angels. Ripping apart souls. Sipping on the tension of a not-thing backwash. Now, chaff, quiet, driven by wrong. ~ + ~ How often precursors of shame ruefully sift silence, each dark repentance lesson clawed out, recalling night's totalitarianism struggling to forget the glaze bombed sky the bow of a bluejay lost delight No, no, quicker, write, ensnare myths' vulva unfulfilled discharge ~ + ~ Warriors race the famine, yet, In the house of the Golden Tigris, An arc on the sill, through the psalms of the bay, wove the damp gut being young snow, unbeholden synchronized reasoning nothing touching the heart The whole will .dream ~ + ~ The owl, retraces semblance: and I feel a local Despairing sloth steal, and feel it well. And a black ramp song sings a brook of concentrated rubble. The first form? Probably the last. The trees don't matter to me. Pastures, will be our young truth. Assorted falls in the new resigning. ~ + ~ At dusk, a little man forsook love; and for bitter, true reality Exhorted horses to embrace frozen dimpled murder in furrowed webs of ancient anger. ~ + ~ ================ 25-07-2017. Jetlagged, grey day. ================ ~ + ~ I Felt The Last Nameless like engine spit into heaven sending a dark straight death into the possum of the sun. ============================== 26-07-2017. 7922 lineated spaces filled this month. =============================