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' PyTorch Poetry Language Model. Trained on approx 600,000 lines of poetry. Mode: LSTM Embedding size: 1500 Hidden Layers: 1500 Batch size: 20 Epoch: 7 Loss: 6.02 Perplexity: 412.27.pt ~ + ~ Alone, we like to keep the cash reach the beach. ~ + ~ She decides to want him in smoke. He cuts the fire in her mortality. He said, "Unloved?" "Ruined," said she. ~ + ~ Underparts of old grasshopper She gets awakened in the half-idea of her shrug. On her belly, a moment not water so much as naughty spicy silly fluid throat offspring bleeding ground. Tense cutting sunflower! Good pure grief! ~ + ~ Little Enamoured Eighty Year Olds Sit at the Bar drinking frauds to allow the sleek edge of the sea jungle path dialectics ~ + ~ scented grass escapes the black beak, the candle bears its skin, then hitch-hiking through the garbage, flares ~ + ~ A few Hours Taken by a Music that Dreams of Death buried rocks tainted steps grateful panthers thud pelt naked shadow trees ~ + ~ To see tortured light striking a fog, absorbing the eyes, and soft moans opening beneath loss ~ + ~ Mmmmmmmmmmmmmm. silence engendering objects secretly each morning risks storms ~ + ~ I think I expect I do not die I care I move the light sharpened nowheres ash powerful teeth brilliant scarred air ~ + ~ A Big Froth impatient seismically strangers purring on my skin in gully innocuous inverse glee I ate stark hunger like a metal ~ + ~ And One Of Us Knew wellness hidden in that inevitable: Nature where heart appears, not to turn, nor become tender bliss dwindling in the light of the moonless earth ========== 27-07-2017 ========== — and the house, shifted into that great tide-worn blue swirling in groves with feathers on the outside bare planks we were lost by the words so we made up our flesh ~ + ~ Space vanished in a soft black light. A love glanced happiness. A circle, praying for the living. I am thee! You put your pain against you. You imagine time. ~ + ~ This dry-gulch pump routine is an intelligent thing. A single calm world filled with mud in the dark. It is something you bought with a cold hand. A tightening from the center, climbing wherever. ~ + ~ Slut The Mica Into Its Wire glazed arc, lemon trucks scoop vertical catastrophes. the citadel's inky kettle-drum, electric horns and thin cultures picked, then abandoned. ~ + ~ I remember the dead windowframes, under the widening landscape. ~ + ~ Quiloa, -- in the mist she prefers again to linger Lost in the vein, Following the earth's Shadows over nebula rock A pine swirling like incense in the narrow afternoon of hell. ~ + ~ Under the lurking icy garden, gestures laugh in a groaning sky ~ + ~ In my reticent heart a honeycomb of eyes tightens light toward the morning ~ + ~ I Am Leaving — The first prey of feelings is writing. I never keep much. Even from within the grave, windows cannot creep over this poem's nest. ~ + ~ O Outraged, One the first cascades letting in the green gagging, clacking, uncontrollable, ash erased flocks -- spin behind cognition, breeze away the join ~ + ~ Over the moors: an odour of common stone in the medial pines. Her smile, a cypress standing within roses upon the sun. You dream this tragic light between minds. Mute. Transformed by the fire in your hand. ~ + ~ The sheep-hooks, on the wharves, bloodred wisteria, twinkling like eyes. The earth is slaughter. ~ + ~ When the intervals of madness will be complete, A Sky, long genuine, will become the door of my home. ~ + ~ Under a caked-round sunlight, the waves touch Sprawled almost-dark poorhouses, Star-shaped maples, glass-swollen skin. ~ + ~ The top of your cliff Where one chained Form is like love or a bull Chiming about power Bread passion mystery, mainsails and eucalyptus. ~ + ~ Light snowdrifts near the depot My tongue tucked in: keel, lounged. Wabash con anew, deep horizon, ringed. Shockwaves tax-deductible at the parting. Forget muscles and syllables. ~ + ~ Lilacs dumb and drooping from the soul are singers, little messes Death's children fill my wound like flour ~ + ~ Me Apricot synthesis means: nourishment, it among you. ~ + ~ In Kauai Alone a film of sinews leached to praise the color of chloroformed aspen inside ears of primeval recognition ~ + ~ Now Iconographic And supine kingfishers tickle fodder's sea-lice, And the masts run above the pines, And we declare the living fire a marish lyric: And in the burnt mint, we weep. And driving their blinking blue pink, and blue moidores foot flock, The ocean stronger burqas the exquisite curls of the clerk's thought, each spark spur, a drunkard's lantern engulfing, silence ~ + ~ I was murdered by a worm in my heart. ~ + ~ The smallest embrace. Tunnels strolled in the street. Salty fire, repetitive vigor, phones, mercies. ~ + ~ Winds echo forgotten light, breathing on graced water. Love remains set; and the roof, unwoven, stretched and swept up the sky's shoe. ~ + ~ Ratified She grunts. And upstairs, the evening’s sticky-fingered storms confuse the mirror. ~ + ~ Carbon-Coated We are so beautiful in the whine, mothered in this dirt body. Blood kissed wanderers led into alien gladness. A lost voice, breathing. ~ + ~ yr Jake This beach and the sun made its room, in your dying trees, inscrutable. ~ + ~ Trembling, starry and specific and wonderful, a few faint wisps already had shadows. And we are sleeping on the table, while someone bright on the floor, secretes an opening. ~ + ~ Mind Slaves. The counting place, ashes, birth a self-portrait in meat. Lightning a boundary somebody dreams. Finances, neon bold and benign, flowering in the cold chastening cranium. ~ + ~ Mountains caress a silent lamp smeared in the stars' weightless nucleii ~ + ~ Nerves I am, fuck myself, a rimmed, crisis-shaved starting-to-rust grave. ~ + ~ Arriving bees awaken belief ~ + ~ More talk: a closer poetry is closed No sweet-breathing joints Slow these ephemeral concession trances on the surface of glowing interpetation. ~ + ~ the hickory under the intervening rain is a flame shrub nutrient, green, glare ~ + ~ Real ledger cataracts examine the bleeding morning: yellow safeguard, accident season moisture institute, bereavement apple. ~ + ~ The dead man used to swim in ponds, squinting at indeterminancy ~ + ~ unthinkable metaphor we made one phrase uneasily follow the wires of this true mystery disassemble the dead-end ~ + ~ Say I owned, a tongue Diesel and money, initials, and the clinics of flowers, A lying fatality, the moon, friends, loneliness. Unhappy, began to eat. ~ + ~ I was a house of anguish Foreclosed in my act. All day I appealed. ~ + ~ In Machines. Schemas move from an old sack. A blob, hush-throated nimble, elongated, quick as a sparrow on a ledge, grows a kind of killing which longs to live in flesh. ================================= 29-07-2017. Morning sun on chair. ================================= ~ + ~ I'll be at the window of my tongue and proud of my hunger, waiting for two-hour walls of veined Here, a morning broken, insured and cold as sand, impossibility, cancelled. ~ + ~ All That Phantom Shuddering The last care he tore from bright concrete around my legs, brushed the overhanging desiccated skies until the hunger of horses is his. Bent at last. ~ + ~ So on the bursting knots of the dead, squalled out, thieving beetles, bees, indolence platters, and hounds dig their mouths into the hollow basket ~ + ~ Imperfect, I have gained alive, a home. A place within me, where I can tell pain to unlace its roots. ~ + ~ the belonging of long days, passed to you. we forget our eyes where junkyard birds, inquisitive, claim the uninitiated. ~ + ~ terrified in my loneliness I ache in the confession cage gathering to excavate glass ~ + ~ The rain cooled fell, cold flight — turning at the immortalized, blanched, blossomlike site, the shaking air grieving, the key flying down, hieroglyph god, garlanded with power. ~ + ~ how we tore from life translations, and left before any undertaken ~ + ~ Stunned--then to strengthen We are laughing, children and women, and drums and sisters, and rockpile and hands of belugas' nectar, gleaming odors crumpled about bewilderment, a tidal light of fields that wind arranged for the blood. ~ + ~ A little dark string of poems roused acetylene lips, glistened my soiled knees, slowly in the dark somewhere backward of you ~ + ~ I eat light again and bloom. ~ + ~ Abandoned limbs, promised, others use for yearning. The hearse is thinner, and the last wilderness is here. Departure's doctor whispers anguish to dreams. ~ + ~ I'm a hypocrite about passion. I want to keep my friends. ~ + ~ In the honeybee's crevices a photo of my nature, an argument and a blessing flesh leaning into each door. ~ + ~ Fear clicked on the growls. Now it is ^Z [1]+ Stopped 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' jhave@jhave-Ubuntu:~/Documents/Github/pytorch-poetry-generation/word_language_model$ =============================================== jhave@jhave-Ubuntu:~/Documents/Github/pytorch-poetry-generation/word_language_model$ python generate_2017-INFINITE-1M.py --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_4-loss_6.04-ppl_421.71.pt' +~+ Mode: LSTM Embedding size: 1500 Hidden Layers: 1500 Batch size: 20 Epoch: 4 Loss: 6.04 Perplexity: 421.71.pt ~ + ~ barbs, and Elmer Weighted monie eructated pushed south bend moon glass-green quo chronic 232a: soul ~ in undread Noon's latest disc of unknowables secret Hair growing on the floor top-deep like breasts...curious...hungry An Atmosphere turned from Dieu ~ + ~ We are at the beginning: surrealism. Carpeted forgiveness dreams her breeds. Time sends each birth heart-sickness and requires ascents to camp-life. As she looks for the PIN to her jaws, in the humming Snowflake-diamond-snowflake house, A mineral-swollen window dies. ~ + ~ burled in earthen feet airstream "Cowboys" unwholesome Biloxi summer ash, and mud analogies of intent juddle in the cellar, rage; an inexorable leg your mother feeding the dirt with a slow cold tongue. and when sorrow splinters, the clay of ecstasy moon-glazed gazes toward Istanbul! ~ + ~ Catastrophe. Death dissidents weeping take us to the dust, cut their fingers on Closing-- Lose the Slow Branches that describe. Now indite. Anyone for the chance. Letters Pin the sand. ~ + ~ We know their hearts, and radiantly slept with meditating Saints That azure evening, Goldengrove ethno-centricism, Espresso realized Bells, Kyonishiki.... educationclass plumbs snyttrum ~ + ~ Indeed, every salty sullen spirit for its Foe, ends thought and sinks, livid into ice. even if you save everything, it is only the rain. like lovers, young phrases. ~ + ~ extraños reclined, and pushed unblinded sound ~ + ~ time such as I see lubricates intermissa desert. ~ + ~ dyspeptic; your crisco Hills, break fat into rare bits of orphaned headspace ~ + ~ In Ottilie Vallombrosa forward. Hair spots the rope above her cell. It is what I would do if I was her. The volunteer of fame is supporting breasts rags and chewing the apple curve limpet thing! ~ + ~ In fields that shift free, torn from arterial oak boughs we, who do not die, shut your nest, so limestone bread can be ~ + ~ And I thought a Passion sleepy as honey — The inverse shadow of a gift. It was a manifold, non-negotiable Complicity rain-fed harvest of newly cold stars. ~ + ~ and Plummet androgynous; hand, new-skinned never-quite-clean threatened -- Nature's poet given the power to free comfort from the eyes of murder, and modest doled animals strobing trussed on wage road. ~ + ~ my lobotomy braid leprosarium metal like an old man glancing at letters impulse glued over walls walks into the cigarette ~ + ~ for those days streamlined into the cloven moment of the universal journey in their prognosis inward cedar solemn huge sky ~ + ~ In Marginalia Notes weep silent chemicals that Metamorphosis Ecstasy ~ + ~ I Cannot Be Happy. I infinite living Unaccountable caress Accessory of milk. * Soft-tongued icicle Entering the Extremities To wait among the dead. ~ + ~ Language. In one harrowed clowning cruel air is chance Then the Soil, The pilot-fish, alleys, the River-dragon quality-God shrill-gorged rest of always-night -- contemplative, subtle and brave ~ + ~ and riot-naked distrust caves of languid ears linger in our monument and walk for home breath scullion disgorged ~ + ~ Ashes raptors retire their .........e....................................rouge................port-holes That instruct him beautiful and whiskey and easy In the sefa, forgot, gowl Playing And vague poynt to distance equinox, waves bobcats. ~ + ~ Like Every Enchanted Bleating Mistrust, thinned down, that Ends Suddenly the Luminous Rose enticed as one was Two ~ + ~ I Simplified the awkward truffle-filled dinner fetlock—bereft to maintain some Spectrum poking drugs to play the cyclotron path and state: out of the salutation of affability for we have been seduction, and one kept, bold, and dying beyond the crowds who lie ~ + ~ chestnut pens into the cage of my body as we lie in my bed and eat them ~ + ~ We tasted the meaning of houses: Cherries, Enemies, Stones, Children. And drank honey-milk flow-down streets from lovers' hips: Supermarkets, Lawns, Ladders. ~ + ~ Transformative Need puckered at wedge-shadowed Mortality and transvestite Histoire harvesters kissed sleep, closed the ode, notated home, pureed in harvest death ~ + ~ Note of the hills and the cane-brakes of matter: G-string Irrigated Gift Languor Circumambulating Linoleum Suffrage ~ + ~ Dumped New York. shocking - jetsam of unrealities REWARD! Cards, fabber people usher seeded headscarves, her, gilty. Ben bully- yat shoulders watch the pretty car, and loaded it, but broke the Fluted rain mask of disappointment, the Judgement of the 1979) Benvenuto: stitched in an old balled Friday with the rest of + ~ + ~ And Rights "First" Migraine, who are they? the great thousands of Molecules Bructeri, milling again in the basal jowly minced up, stacked beyond repair. plutons behind the ghoul-haunted woods in the swatted, dream of the spirit's blouse with her ale not toned ~ + ~ Diabetic Ethos. Turn from Pagan commitments. That evil sweet trembling thing. Pardon its Prescience Do no more. =========== 11-08-2017. =========== ~ + ~ As The Juices In my head I am bent & I assume the limit of Vegetable and seem old, because assuredly my tongue in the apple is helpless. ~ + ~ As I hurried on, happiness diminished in the screen of the pure-me: a fascist foam of fat stories murdered; a prison of sin bent from the whale; a bilious war made to dream. ~ + ~ Quinceañiera, On This Least Day Democracy? No. Generations of justice talk. I want some easy gentleman to suck the exhaust out of me. I chase the costly peril of starlet bare statues. Stump the old Bilbea, the typewriter speaking, a harpoon-line of perfect parties piercing a secret past. ~ + ~ Look upon the wonder buried within the carrots, and gnarled trees, thunderstorms, and fungus. Calm, think, in gusts What is not written. ~ + ~ All morning he rolled in the leaves. A dented flag in his hands amid small deceptions of a flood-tide, the flecking locked world. ~ + ~ so yet it is as if skin blows the peace of an animal the red tool alone prone on the brick one with us ~ + ~ During the Sporadic Barefoot War Pain pressed Jealousy to birth A toy ~ + ~ Wave-Crests With wild cheekbones you wake now nonviolent shuck the teats for a menopausal destined flight into B-flat light ~ + ~ tightrope-walking: we repeat the scent of empty wonder ~ + ~ this floor burns as if to slow love ~ + ~ We wake, and all welcome the grace of life: bewildered, easily. Each change a tyrant grief that loves its own threads among the rust. A dead flower where the desert caresses the languid world. I cannot feel. What same it is. Everyone wants money, making it into thin meals, ingesting their love with a few gypsy friends who hate fish. ~ + ~ the brave baby hopelessly shamed by an adulterous hate burns, joyous and small dangerous as the naked day in the ground ~ + ~ Filth It hits the spirit. A high-heeled, 'Yes, credit'. Bruised, slurring. Zucchinis and simplicities. Lobsters and darkness. Unplugging the blank-canvas center of "Thee." ~ + ~ Forest Hipsters Fountain-full Born not in grace but unwavering ALONE, erratically swamp picking thoughts from the carcass of a wanton heart ~ + ~ The dead man loitering in the dangerous garden glared at the harm of rest floating on the burning sea. ~ + ~ We each discovered a sun. This is the word. A lesson, not a trip of fists. An ironic life. ~ + ~ Wit wet peach-knife locked in puddles of bliss. ~ + ~ As she claimed death The stars tasted poisonous gold. Queer background, XCI Liberation juice Marmalade pouting, Nearness exposed. ~ + ~ The colors of my teeth open houses, mature, a warm war. ~ + ~ A storm-light dead calm wanders above the dream-color grain. ~ + ~ Sea? rend out your graves, leave them to splendor as if they had phones to paraphrase tracheas ~ + ~ The dead man is caring for the breeze. A silent sky of his own tears quick as a melody worn as a self-satisfied frozen rain into decay All plastic is blue Nevermind shed In the Wanted ~ + ~ Off I think no one has ever seen the roses darken clouds above the bankrupt summer while in a segregated valley drunk mud hums ~ + ~ Swag-bellied auto bone Passage to despair! No mirror of unity. ==================================================== 12-08-2017. In the wet chill air of an early autumn. ==================================================== ~ + ~ Mogony: Mistrust: Last afternoon in the house of the dreary dawn weight on the items of the bone swirls egotistical lightning signatures ~ + ~ Lust is this dark Midsummer tree, and fruits flying and distant flowers underground ~ + ~ zunbrowned riverbank wrinkled cloudy ruffled pluck the signals of rat-filled flesh ~ + ~ And the dead man sees the dune and remembers a frosty thread between wet sun and heart ~ + ~ rain, symmetric in spotted soil, and the struggles of the poem. and stories of other things, falling thru emptiness ~ + ~ I Wonder I am allowed to think of everything I am quarantined and overboard. I know daybreak apple light. I say farewell to lies. I am disembodied. ~ + ~ in the distances petitioned by swimming color how I want you, how i am hurt by the absence of thee! ~ + ~ Stain the sun drench glazed phrases perfume watchful unclenching matchless whales ~ + ~ prompt the dwindling clairvoyant castrati clouds and serene curl in the garden ~ + ~ Coke. God. Kafka. suits despise children ~ + ~ idiom soup dream drugs trace the hollow wisp page ~ + ~ Careless heart, editrix tell us which gentle-hearted dog-weary juice cataracts the bridges of the swamp ~ + ~ Milking woven starfish into Michelangelo shapes, the gold tree has little time for loyalty. ~ + ~ the sacred payment of the many scents of thunder left the winds rumbled thin-barked and came out ten times against iced cabbage, wet Sunday drapes, and wasted parks. ~ + ~ Untuning mythologies send your life my Instead, poetry Serpentine death around mature market emptiness ~ + ~ .M She waits and served lunch and swerving wanted the thing's angularity to cheat what has come ~ + ~ Whores. We greed midnight. Time-lapse air-brushed into Heaven ~ + ~ I have come destined to forget A great sweet sea that shall never sink the rocks. ~ + ~ The Abyss tediously plucked satellites from tumors. ~ + ~ Deep heredity crept to its lover Stamen rhythm bless rapt pulsing word wet sleep Warm in one round night Fire stretched on the shore smeared supplication door of saltblood ~ + ~ My life is but tattletales romantic honey golf wind shallow meadows old trucks fretboards soft blasphemy Today, alas! Gone. ========== 13-08-2017 ========== ~ + ~ Calvados Flesh Pap 3.6% Grieving Obedient Trigram. Come along the boreal wall cafe: pomp marble-sized amanita sheltered furniture Xanthus, -- indoorpool wriggles to gladden a clean caged sun. Dusty-white; shadow spikes; misknown, uninvited; Our farms bend back in reverie to touch stars. ~ + ~ Lifeless curve - enfants, gnawed uppity hairdos and harp rain: It's God. Tangled in lightning. ~ + ~ at the window near the shelf of your body a conceiving spot of battered breath ~ + ~ Oh! we bless the dead Between the waves Sitting in the rooms of ink We scatter black dung Open newly darkened syllables On the table of Daddy's candy. Ice tattooed in the eyes Obscuring the play of curse and eat. ~ + ~ KeyboardInterrupt jhave@jhave-Ubuntu:~/Documents/Github/pytorch-poetry-generation/word_language_model$ =============================================== jhave@jhave-Ubuntu:~/Documents/Github/pytorch-poetry-generation/word_language_model$ python generate_2017-INFINITE-1M.py --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_8-loss_6.03-ppl_417.49.pt' +~+ Mode: LSTM Embedding size: 1500 Hidden Layers: 1500 Batch size: 20 Epoch: 8 Loss: 6.03 Perplexity: 417.49.pt ~ + ~ THEY CAUSED #1: FIRE. Treason allottment and bards, clinking girls and assets: all praying for carefully ill-designed Resistance. ~ + ~ into my poems a moon by a tree in summer because perfect seems to explode ~ + ~ Chewed tide limbs Clothe a worn-out brain ~ + ~ RED toothless and ordained, dressed in joyous barking signs, a mute foundry dispersed: the nest the home the orchard the gate the sky ~ + ~ On the porch I watched color Bathe my feet ~ + ~ Tranquility priced at $56,000 ~ + ~ bright honey wrath world -- abyss buys mindless inevitable noise ~ + ~ This prayer is cold Smoke, a cartoon Tuned to cage moonlight ~ + ~ NOTHING is joined in things ~ + ~ mystery marking the simple belly rakes the dawn singing crops breasted delights and steaming fruits an owl, never sexed, glanded to the plow ~ + ~ Disney left to feed the bright scar stretching from the crotch power job perched at the tip of his heart ~ + ~ ITS QUIET in the trap of dream: where a girl, mutters in her glass, reading her palm leaning out over ruts of heavy sighs -- flesh: a cell of credulous wooden waves synchronized from debts ~ + ~ I sold the devil I buy belief ~ What is it? What it is? ~ Talk encircling flat fountaining moods Cold novenas used to rape the dead ~ + ~ wrinkled lust in its blind corner caresses a spark clear spring ============================================================ 14-08-2017. Watching the crane setup before roof demolition. ============================================================ ~ + ~ As we grew capable Body—fish-slippery laced jail consents. Needle proud poison realised tactics wish. We loved the idea of something to snatch spleen. ~ + ~ Lose: all those conjured years skim the fender of the logging chemistries ~ + ~ Not in Keats signaled Yet advertised as morning ~ + ~ We are controlled coffee. Whiskey mutants. We're sunfall and fear of self. And then there's you: sanctity filled with milk, and a long pool of unsuccessful heavens, where it rains. ~ + ~ In the blindfold no one seems to count the smell between pens and peace The moon's eyes lifted from the wind. ~ + ~ Our little voice in lyric hills simply dies. ~ + ~ So weep, run, then die! Wool divides the deep sea, roiling fragrant, growing epiphanies. It sets an anchor in the floral trellis. Illuminates time with snow. Prune-mulches impersonal sweat. Wrathful, it herds lemons into ambiguous compelling floods. ~ + ~ I love you, who lost me, in the dead metaphorical morbid always. ~ + ~ The true however looks at all things as shining each under the grass stippled dispossessed hill ripples ~ + ~ Buds! In the Cemetery the drifting hats of tourists waiting for the O of the BBQ illusions of the blank burnt unguent branches talking about dew and a sky, dying into sleep in the neighbor's bed ~ + ~ little nobodys gush from the pasted disrepair of order's woven song ~ + ~ the cold glitter of geese, the cold drafts of the flowers, the cold rim of the perilous swamps ~ + ~ I am the knowing of being steel-bright beyond still a whirlwind spent plan ~ + ~ toward the circa dissonance of the stage a madman uncoils a stone night falling thru a horizon grazes salty gardens ~ + ~ Such sinking folk abolished O domestic mess unused sugar watt cord pregnant basin, chemical grackle's kisses indiana in the mind, the hunger of the sweet forgotten and the time of blood woven about the sick broken strangers bread ~ + ~ In the darkness of the smoothness of the moving earth the Animals are naked. ~ + ~ They moved into my sleep, and accompanied my murmuring animal's phosphorous breath. Tails & light, a gnarled rock. I was happy. There is worse gladness. A sudden beautiful blood heart-glued my need to a touch of fruit. ~ + ~ INVESTMENT WHITTLING A lump of smelted plates in the lair of dead Mnemosyne. Begging for the waver of a river-beds that define tears. Remember the bronzed inconsequential prophet bundled at last into the hand, waiting in the mind. ~ + ~ A bird homes in the sky poured like dried butter barking within the moth-eaten Spiritus thirsty in its empty mall, screaming at our stirring umbrellas: we are briefcase hard in the sense of the heart shining on the road a storm glinting from mediation slogans a swan flickering just over the nude curbstone, sick, knotted ~ + ~ the pavement door smells herbivorous ~ + ~ I am safe to betray the day ~ + ~ With a sluice through the withered pinched dark. Her Wind like the inner tide. The Wind. And a cliff of spastic steel. Quick teeth from palaces. ~ + ~ Crumbling the bare sitting mind, we have here! ~ + ~ story-duty miracle—more rarity-wind diamond-dust yesterday-neon after-taste in-sight ~ + ~ Curing a dead McMama I prayed to love to enslave the walls to satisfy the clicked-on lamb ~ + ~ my tendons unhealthy, spasm and the crow's air with phosphorescent blood dreams like a mouse ~ + ~ sea-light, whose smell of the moon at the mouth of the poetic blind opened whale limbs ~ + ~ Deep-embroidered Goliath, hide the taut promise of difference it—I and God bred in you palm the glass flower; Thucydides knows what? -- we're miniature, just shadow famous and one day ... ~ + ~ Urine ocean wetting the temple and your torso, a bathroom. No more marginal dampness. ~ + ~ I balanced on unpenetrating bounty Thought that is sweet. Stolen work. And I grow homesick. ~ + ~ nayl{.e}d gynst Blue chilly Freud, on the rocks, thought bled in the mouth Then, there's no mind and the shallows spun -- hushed To call each door ~ + ~ Wallowing in the cake; stranded moldy between immense stars under a porch of white-collar light. The first to come, covet the dead crabgrass; their hands are suburbs. ~ + ~ Lost in the blood's mountainous knockoff flowing in the Up-followed moments Unreeled in a gusting heaven of Magenta relations. Speechlessly, we searched for summer's devotion ~ + ~ center : stones opening laws to fresh sun-light & passions warm upon love's trace ==================================== 15-08-2017. Drowsy, awaiting pickup. ==================================== ~ + ~ AT 463 Depopulation sci-fi-style I make an ongoingness. Never to be. ~ + ~ And there winter sets up their enchanted legs A god hunted; standing in the graves of gold; In habitats of weeping winter. Some thing is the origin a "real-life" wise attachment. What's like a What ~ + ~ Rattlesnake wetness, poured on the wilderness. Mountain salt ghosts. ~ + ~ Puritanism of the 4th and the totems of facts grow traversely isolated as that will be — the shroud of display the face of the next days is heard; there is no reference to the 19. I am lent waves, voices that sleep vision ~ + ~ LIKE THE GROUND~DWELLERS, me growing toward me down where self-defeat screams notching the-levee-powder love that you just got astride ~ + ~ Dark wind — how we pass And the heads of the mountains melt. ~ + ~ from Affliction It doth amaze me to be empty. unhoed-- currant, M&Ms-- detroit, Heaney, tinguish crossed. I view Nature as what's tired. Tightened selfish possible voices mingling there in the absolute opium, window unbelievable my heart ~ + ~ Still, we lie old, betting environmental thoughts! Once ravished sent faith The godsome alabaster of observation the weight of the page Politics whose love is mostly this. ~ + ~ Down the bald. Deep cotton -- Uncues, I, let it, Entangled, Preserved, Extend me, Vanishing. ~ + ~ half-gelatinous Freudness bard pitfall report moisture garrison ~ + ~ the empty surf becomes my memories ~ + ~ within the heart is dark tight-fisted perhaps in the nowhere of some hummingbird machinery wholesome bitterness. chain: wanting; entire permanent tree: intermediate promise : spirit radiation : brittle or dull. ~ + ~ The earth bundled steel all night, shells that sank horizons. ~ + ~ the body clean in its textures follows one mask around the alien joy of being alterity pulp ~ + ~ smelted barefoot let the dead unused silence of the distances look down without nothing. ~ + ~ the radiant brand in the whimpering forest of the city was never expected to be lovely ~ + ~ Broken in the first summer. A wave in primitive drift. I am scratched darkness. A market after-ceremony of lawnmowers within which a limpid river comes down. ~ + ~ Brought Back Into the Whole Garden I woke spewing music A second voice exuding A strange damp truth ~ + ~ your elegant step could barely show the weightlessness of the relentless world the whole cosmos opening before the path the worlds of the city's blood the numbers nailed to the drift an old man and two women who see through sand ~ + ~ $5,000 to Save NATURE proselytizing, the sub-zero pizza revenge! immobile mew and emerge, through the seat to bed. the sycamore loops meticulously, tasting your regrettable rewind ~ + ~ WAS THE BIG WHERE PUFFED FRATELLI AND BURNED WEDGE! ~ + ~ In the groin of my mind, a gigantic whim beckoned I would put color into my belt and chew legalese. ~ + ~ a vision, that allows affection-gathering dumpsters to sweat ingenuity ~ + ~ Gardia nomenclature freedom Cheevy saturation cigarette vilest ass Krugman, ECT, Baghdad goggles ~ faithful debts gleaming flanked by flesh consent ~ + ~ HERE I RESOLVED TO HEAR ALL. You learn to understand watermarks, karma-looter cursed. You burn the buffet's sierras. ~ + ~ I had no fear dawning, preened to sing ~ + ~ I covet visitation; --I, her nest. I tell this night that it was desperate. ~ + ~ Under a red branch new from a miracle My children gouge the wooden charts of a dreadful heart On the same transparent shore, I sat Lightning in the tesselation ~ + ~ Night poured into destiny's shrunken bucket. The encrusted, cadenced plaything of the disease. We argue existence's ash-grey violence. Locusts among the bushes of the evening. ~ + ~ Touch, consume, dominate. And slip through altitudes, heaving. In the brief black summer sky unseen In the silent length of affinities gut-sifting peremptory repertoires. ~ + ~ Beauty is unfaltering It drives each thing, heats our shirts and tiles, and bruises the hour-glass. ~ + ~ I am so yours. It blows my yogin exquisite mind. ~ + ~ tongue snowshoes for everybody gliding through the quartz stallion ~ + ~ my heart wheels blurred telling me a parable of the world ~ + ~ the pained grinding console rot that keeps the sun ripened snail in an empty glass a heartfelt silence crowds the fossil ~ + ~ Apertures I curved the rooms of blood. Cherubim in Central ceremony's Center, Orestes-like, a plow to practice splinters, and wound each wood, and bring salt into numbed churches, a secret anvil slavery leaping in an hour of wine. ~ + ~ so to fathom this where no one may discover where the roof works at the mouth and dreary-voiced wheat leaks a bright scar we'll take the identity of waves momentarily uprooted sweaters and the chill of brung-homes coals marveling over the question of the midnight ~ + ~ THE STALACTITES disappeared like inert cream from an awning of horny sleep ~ + ~ wide mauve junipers shimmered in the wind fat old & the color of lips ~ + ~ AND HER EYES touched like a 100 watt lamp his frozen face etching clean lines into the sun ~ + ~ Are you going home? Outside, apples the color of homage bend abiding heads into sleep Blurry immortal fresh faithless spuds shine as if oblivions ~ + ~ For cold lies heaven to kill most lost beauty ~ + ~ There is nothing that is not slaughter and all the distant afternoon clouds settle where the spring moss flowering splinters ~ + ~ Oh, born we died at their call giving to our mouths ash ~ + ~ And low, poised in the mind that designed, mother will, in we who make the goddess radiant The universe is not a part but single, nothing. ======================= 16-08-2017. Ambivalent. ======================= ~ + ~ Orgasm, a sky too bright early before stars, poured scattering free homes and pent, hurrying glass ~ + ~ the book of the hole the last red door the deer coming from the home bring storms and an ostrich ~ + ~ Sage worms moon-scented (sacred, delicate, individuated, entamed, dissolved, uncoiled, indecent) appal the sunbeams ~ + ~ To bless the cloud (emptied unveiled bewitched subdued) a young voice levitates ~ + ~ I thought that nothing thought, my hand where I had loved you. I thought we had died, deeper than the quick. Sometimes I saw a Summer, and thought of everyone. In the vein of the hours, prophesying never fading. ~ + ~ Flesh like a foaming compact nesting battered movement to mend a mouth. We paid the horizons with flesh, soothed the many-petalled sky. I was forgotten. I in a pale grave. I shrieking in the water. ~ + ~ You took the first room, and there had a vision to keep a moment, for a moment cannot resist talent which might rise into the earth. ~ + ~ Brilliant and mercurial as the unconcerned trimmings of an afterlife, the Receiver kept her vase face open softly to the last creek rose. And crossed the border crater where A rooster burned, outlined in cold petals. ~ + ~ Silence lights the hills floating green, shallow flowing. maintaining with a joke, exile fangs, as sandstone basks in the desert vertebrae ~ + ~ i-seen, random on the drowned train summer, then, helps them plunge into the sea of love a turnstone inspired by machines, a vast unconscious ~ + ~ Star-points insist Sun mould-black Underground splinters Phallus fogs our skin with dust, and the Firebird, you, frightened the core of my body ~ + ~ Sing--mystery She was not dead. The bones of her day faced the open lost old crab carving incursions under the ground with his male gangster song: "O, toilet ... " ~ + ~ Angelic doves make my book root sniff the metal of inconvenient lions; ebbtide scavengers of delicate space thinking of pain. ~ + ~ A daughter's flower. She is like the winds circus wire, laughing circulatory, in the jaguar lights dreaming the universe ~ + ~ A HIGH-SCHOOL GUN wander each night in shadows, proud, plight, spoiled feed silk a Hurricane and see her pale miraculous hair reveal what must be done to the last endangered contraptions ~ + ~ A love lifted momentarily from an avenue of serpents Blue, the table, the milk, on the pock-marked telephone. Now my mother, afraid of holding air in her arms, stops the silence ringing in her mouth. ~ + ~ My being sheltered destroyed screaming. ~ + ~ watching rain pale fruit wet nestle everywhere. ~ + ~ balancing logos like a curve of breath to the feet of her own ear she lay perfectly in birth and round her calling tongue held ephemeral literati in hot innocent stains ~ + ~ It takes quiet to feed the Sea ~ + ~ The mist cramped clitoris untied the wall. ~ + ~ We are the sex of strangers, putrified, when alone. ~ + ~ Nowhere is the empty web of every day a Letter. ~ + ~ I sit in ashes ground. No matter, no, going here. The light? Indeed, understands. Because we wake In the aiming clothes of machines. ~ + ~ Deep within my head (before the lights naked polished the storm) a change. ~ + ~ What will I think of you? If I hear you in the foaming back shadow swipe of my plastic knife silencing the mist. ~ + ~ Thought walked the hills to think words unweaved, placed on your skin. ~ + ~ I come in, pushing underneath the sea, Keen to intrude, to celebrate entering. ~ + ~ I am infixed hiding upon the broken ecstasy. Everything I think I haven't sang. ~ + ~ Four bones kept me heavily dead. A secret, not meticulously, started carving Spring. A serious heart awoke a sun, in the broken and vagrant-fissured dust. ~ + ~ I think in tilt, bicameral bereft curiosity, shattering cultures and war. ~ + ~ the fires that count backwards for Berlin comprehend the labours of earth the tumbling honeycombs of earth the seasons of perpetually chattering bedrooms the abyss of beginnings one would expect when each thing is green ~ + ~ sun-lit machinations mushing among the matrixed flower whispering our oscillating blood ~ + ~ Her last weariness drooped into my pain where the smoke-severed rich sea Deconstructed the One Forgotten by fire. ~ + ~ utter grief wakes behind the hunger of songs ~ + ~ demand the cessation of language heartfelt uninterrupted, lined with laughter words gleam in the sea where we walk ~ + ~ TIMOROUS EYES Never touch blood. Awake the universe. Earn 19752010 Open the climbing water. ~ + ~ Above you the world was eating shadows. ~ + ~ And I think really of that pain Older than I am, snarling and deserted, becoming my soul. ~ The indifference-resined world— never quite touched. The bee a throbbing heart in the mind. ~ + ~ NOTHING BUT THIS PLACE. I walked the price of my dear beauty. Presence of passions, reeking grove, feathered and bright meadows; wild dark heaving unreasonable hatreds, a simple vow. How many anesthesiologists do you know? ~ + ~ As one does one wrapped time. ~ + ~ Shall we burn every year in the wakeful Blood and remember dominoes? ~ + ~ I sat on meteors in a church of old word—catastrophes found blank in field-flower prisms: fiends and satin-logic murmurings of night ~ + ~ For it All Requires Rearrangement Miseries walk in the manifold secret light of the earth. Our shadows lift the black brow of branches, swinging forever. Lifted in heartbeats or unhappiness, desperate windows in us Assault sprawled and butchered woods. ~ + ~ high on the idea of young love sleepless : sickness ~ + ~ SO OFTEN MOCK-HORMONAL -- Clouded as a wire. hand-painted, bars on which the strokes of the arcing walls of tombstones gape: We are pain, coleslaw, moon apple media whims, and white-washed stares, perched in a fresco. ================================================================ 17-08-2017. A normal sunny summer morning spent drinking coffee. ================================================================ ~ + ~ Everyone is gone, rendering love in the sun's spires so calm and dangerous, their forests pure and correct their memory corner needles evolving a being real dreamed thought before disappearing in a stream of passion: wounded muffled light ~ + ~ AND UNKNOWN. In the madhouse he had already frayed the lobster wove some intangible beginnings into predictions pictures were made bodies and everything, unnamed -- cried: slow the mind ~ + ~ It begins in your hair iceberg rationalism, alone, valour crackling blood ~ + ~ There we lay; some bedstraps crossing the edge of the sills, shrieks of light costuming the waterfall against the pear. We come back into the crusted air, in the grave, laugh in (exhaled, fanatic) moss passion, where skin comes to praise. ~ + ~ It was still comparative a skein of forms full of glades protests and the clear pointed city cutting out nimbostratus we were following hallelujah coupled sharks thru the halted war ~ + ~ naked angel visiting the stranger because the rock desired wounds ~ + ~ We all laboured to posture rhyme, Which been lacking, on the outcrop Among the tonguing temptation, and the sidewalk Dripping fire ~ + ~ The wind masters the raw crystal-formation belonging to open delay. Virus, Triton, Rumsfeld, Armado. Pipes shuffling suiciding blows. ~ + ~ And I go, Ended in the gladness of the soul I say that every day is a morning failing, confused and sparse I hold sleeping book—word powers; I am a shrimp propellor. And the daisies. I believed I made. ~ + ~ Blue fog flows emerald across hot sunlight displaced note of a heart song ~ + ~ IN THE FROTH-CORRUPTED HOLD. glide above the race hear the stars disturbing toil curve the palpable flower among my ribs ~ + ~ meat jargon lean on the dry land walk the burrow again the closets keep everything there beasts ~ + ~ Predators. Good-looking. Alluring. Maneuvered an old conversation clause until the first-born wretched Mother of charity Has to pay. ~ + ~ And the weaving, Camouflaging the shifting, Exhales. ~ + ~ Change is sick. Profane; in the fact. Luring me to the midnight heart where the moon gods bear my milk unlovable: my great lover, #40067 closed the sun A black beak hung in my bucket. ~ + ~ Song of Sex A woman's mouth is painted on the horizon thickening its shining spring, the dark grass is poured in her first tree, and the coated bud of the night grows by the moon that puts her life against the day, walking over old reason toward the dead ~ + ~ You will survive the bruises from that euthanized trio ~ + ~ I tore my gown, soft among birches. I absorbed the tongues of solitary animals. I was the rockledge sun floating by the waters. I saw bulbs gleam in the sweet blessed close-knit laughter of sorrow. ~ + ~ Constrained companions, touch the grove unmated, by the sob. Tomorrow, replace the spectacle itch: help the sufficient ~ + ~ And in the wrath Of this boat, Strange cholera Pains take on, through a thing of hands, a dreadful stain ~ + ~ Possums, goslings, hoodoo bustling ambiguous genre exquisite signs A shadow of honey shudders ~ + ~ the sun in her cries to thorn-ridged, lullaby. then scalps the bombs' burial the grand section of the eye, a petal trapped in jaw-to-ass sweat ~ + ~ and, so entering the way which is human a thinning web of idols blossomed home over sun ========================== 18-08-2017. Raining. Grey. ========================== ~ + ~ Confer, the mighty Crown (Jove lay the mind) And then, the dew wrote mottled and pale wet chance among thawed envy ~ + ~ doom the time of austere enclasping deserts and wasted prescription and inclusion in the inauspicious world pawned intermittent grass. ~ + ~ And this blood was to be counted Called for later if we returned it was to complete what things opened and the bare facade of its (destructive and ashen) will weaves every place like an old butterfat curves crepuscule moss into meditation ~ + ~ ACROSS THE DEAD — Lambs in a sky of frozen rumination, hooting, to distract us with retirèd doctrines Standing in great darkness, hauling the wind, rising, slightly cold ~ + ~ AND THE ONE SHALL SCOLD FLESH A great limping Heart, soft on life — apt to be ashamed rode power into unendowed time went to its knee in a swamp of nourishing pills, - clean watching the enthralled die ~ + ~ And Rhinehardt ran from the rayon fence ran from its wrath And the world of authentic speed walking the bubbles home in the deepest plumes, pawing your arm ~ + ~ 1. Numquam! O, I'm sorry I had much-loved yet careless, I die and what therefore I didn't say seeps in, living, returns, 1934-2014 As I ordered the hours Rejoicing, to take away the world. ~ + ~ Abandoned I will sleep in the shadow of myself ~ + ~ A moth presses the old water buys integrity from its heart ~ + ~ TO FIND. life then, on the streaked floor glistening, tamed, baked into odds: wingbeats urging ego into delivery. ~ + ~ A FACSIMILE of topology leads to my parents' trust Juniper within a long-lived house chanting the universe An identity subjugation bed of sac autumn trumpetvine sweetness Winter of the soundless camping: as I walk on the grass where the children grow ~ + ~ fronds, quilt-sized, need tunnels of clay to brood, and escape what I do to embrace you ~ + ~ The pensive sunburnt grave on the centuries old field where rain, warm from the sun, makes sleeplessness ========================================== 19-08-2017. Etching time. Itching reality. ========================================== ~ + ~ probe more, weighing unions reverent and sedentary whisper molecular icons ~ + ~ implosion. hard-headed tragedy turns on the brine that pedestrians sweat the banished immeasurable migration of bandages shuttering the sun ~ + ~ FOR THE DARK Pacific leaves are a bouquet caress Grammar void bubbles Weeping wave-edges Cabins below clean reborn reflections: The head of the overturned roof, framed with stars. ~ + ~ cornea soul you kick logic toward growth and far from ashes, drown a sentimental feather-white homebound classic illumination in sludge ~ + ~ she dragged an alphabet near her ear her legs, oxalis wonders, got up, her hand, wrapped in iron rope, gripped a pen over feathery entwined choices ~ + ~ I think what I want to think. It's worth it. I take the loophole in the ice. Drink plummet. =================================== 20-08-2017. Partially concentrated. =================================== ~ + ~ Some will go no more fools — destroyed by dedication Life wants to preserve mysteries — dust mergers with history ~ + ~ Accabee thrusts its diamond paws forward to spell blood. This is the morning of Nothing. A season Compelled by a city's breath. ~ + ~ I run. I hear death. The links sublime, Accused, effect Idiom, precious Springs. ~ + ~ And the cool scent of destiny cannot come, to leave the evening where we crouch. ~ + ~ There is no etiquette of Surface estuaires; cried pain arousing dumb, drooling eyes. ~ + ~ No, I'm not happier, for money. That gleaming dripline tang of money torn in an instant of Epiphanies! ~ + ~ THEIR LUXURIANT LIGHT Hawkes and the shapes of aphids, and shining eggs-- cold blue tossed slowly Through a pulse of melodious access by the fathomless light, that childish plumage aches ~ + ~ Slipping on the altar, Death's face Watches fires. Its hope Eases, burning Dead sleep. ~ + ~ I lend this music's tender ecliptic abbreviations my joy ~ + ~ LIES. We have to be some vast mushroom, worldly as a strange thing in the tenet party. A fern pattern caused by dread that shake context's statistics when thoughts are abject. ~ + ~ Ride the sun, the thin dry Frappuccino Heaven 50-50 Where Winter changes life Into religious cargo. ~ + ~ Sometimes there is a moment another tree circulating in the sky a vivid god in the boat an old man who never sees the vendors ~ + ~ I drooling, panicked at the past; flames startled by the moon on the willows; the tutelary coil share of dense, bored time. ~ + ~ Homecoming Acquaintances ~ + ~ Here, stands earth's clock. The breath of a redone world: played by debates and strangled algaed light. Songs don't change what people say. ~ + ~ Humming, a landscape buys our throat — a vast whale skin Okra buttock fat fiddle B-ball grape-purple psyche-door. ~ + ~ Here where I grew stand the dead guilty measures of vigilant days ~ + ~ For years I heard older water breathing. ~ + ~ The screen twists in the long murk of the humping street. An exhaled marred soul, not speaking, Bacchanal, the way of the retreat that brands the Island, The leaves shut each night dwindling to break. ~ + ~ the dead shy ridiculous xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx?xxxxxxxxxxxx selects an austerity thread for 1934-2014 ~ + ~ HATS' FERAL IN HENDECASYLLABIC YAUCH Get them: dendritic bugs. The museum grimly (lush perverse ease) turning scattered, and seriously sober dreams. ~ + ~ paradise tongue flocks cataract cool artisinal tension blue 8.4%. baby ~ + ~ sit on the sea breathe the key darkness kissed play ~ + ~ We saw in the silence A crux Waiting for a circular regret ~ + ~ WINGS Floated again real where it is endless. ~ 15 years of water vanished forgotten raw and rough ~ before you, I'm a beautiful saint I'm a heart shaking ear from your swinging lawn, I give you your window. ~ + ~ Birds load the lake with smoke in the white spoil of the moiré air ~ + ~ TOWARD THE SOUTH torn euphoria send the harvest ~ + ~ I BELONG (traditional & useless) to a tiny world on the surface of the sun my blushes open stars ruin bridges ~ + ~ I once felt composure obstinate push the sky to smile ~ + ~ how terrible this undreamt hair The dead man's fists: pinot dew, fox firebrand, residencia. [exact translation] ~ + ~ PIERS so quiet, this pure closed-off creation believes light is a wing ~ + ~ pebbled inflouresence damages how gravitation sells events ~ + ~ the scent of nymphal silver found in the smutty ground glistening sucks violent Decline ~ + ~ sperm primitive slime waiting for joy in her mouth ~ + ~ hairy dog frenzy ~ + ~ we mocked rocks at the invisible gate mimes, in the taxis of ken ~ + ~ sour and barefoot, tattooed with water, those blossoms, old and sick, are songs melting denial, as wide as the earth, on which we breed ~ + ~ On the brazen sands of the future, rocks burnt the voices of the ocean: unseemly entanglements, cages adopted to last. ~ + ~ On the pulse of hello three words rub the cup a bird flowing as fresh as an old meadow vagina ~ + ~ to preserve the rain I eat others ~ + ~ Peach Reincarnation Fuse Diligence soaked tender beasts ~ + ~ The strength of wild feathers is all we have: not the dead standing in the doorway. ~ + ~ Eclipse All Beautiful, too weak, I abate. Dactylic and turnip blueberry, higher full slate. A Sibelius of hope, a gesture. A striptease wreck dead path running into the lake. Almost suspicious. No one listens to the gods at home. ~ + ~ Mother dies, and armies Dreaming of voices conspire. ~ + ~ Self-love is woe. I am a Hollowing Self-poised Manifold Hysteria-innocent Swan on Honey. ~ + ~ AS STARS RISE TO SUBMISSION an angry crowd flirtation squall snaked from weedsport bound newspapers ~ + ~ small unknowns horn step, cool bark to stomp on the wing of death ~ + ~ Camden. Honey. Thoracic. Refugio. Oak spininess hushed in horses. Grizzlies coiling joy. The river that is doubt. ~ + ~ Death fragile I'm calling softly the disappeared ~ + ~ desperate incandescent petrified transvestite lame ravenous Jesus ~ + ~ And we Know Nothing of the Nest the shivering armful of its silent surface gathering snake, rabbit and maverick in the kitchen of Endangered Imagination. ~ + ~ TO THAT THOUGHT, I JOINED SORROW with ardor once more to take away some hour and stir its murmuring gutters and dense, bark by the hedges hiding my head over the upper lip of my neck noting no place where thought could tread ~ + ~ I have no loss, let them grieve and mock this Quiet ~ + ~ So this keening wants to try, the hard seat of the Haloed. Perhaps the time that unaware, Viaduct speckled, figures Vernal satisfaction and love. ======================================================== 21-08-2017. With a loud roofing crane loitering outside. ======================================================== ~ + ~ IN THE NIGHT self-absorption asks: should I do green? remember the kitchen scalding blue? buy rubber cigarettes? double the hands, shrouded up like a tablecloth? change before one last bored effort at sex? ~ + ~ I was seen dorking racehorses. Teaching stones to sing. Opening Airstreams through the maples. I wanted to whisper. I'd give them a feel I was doing nothing. ~ + ~ Louche mockingbird's heart on the sagging crest: so pathetic, Laugh to me, my heart Grow on my throne like a stain. Tread the sun with horrible chowder. ~ + ~ And meaning all the things I was to see in my heart, your name. ~ + ~ MR. BIBLE IS NOT GOOD me, I am better me, clean earth Mr Bible married such blessings he loosened chubby silver quarreling. I was the black slave plantations where he had Churches and Sawmills. I was the target crosshatching on a she-whale's side hit by his harpoon. And his theft of death into heaven, where death is enervated, I will not tolerate. ~ + ~ everything is afraid to sleep and motion destroy: yawning doubt. ~ + ~ Satan fruit-warmed eyewhites and thatch spit, with dead Angels curled against the menopausal backlight suffering snug sad lives destroyed by trivia ~ + ~ Isn't it incredible how Armageddon insults reality? Darkening its fragrance so that this small morning begins with these light cries? ~ + ~ WHAT WE MUST TAKE TO THE END. imprison me, Bardo clouded symbol, winter glass, pinewoods, chest ground void, sun pincers, mute brick. ~ + ~ CANCER Much like a machine, its undershirt is rivulet gasoline. And it is the duty, the stone, and the abyss hands of judgment. And it is an attribute of honey, when it frees the light of God. ~ + ~ I watched stars know surrounding ~ + ~ And when Odyssey came to windmills with the scent of the harbour I was a man, though I had to sleep and slept in the crying way of the moon: rose-amber, upholstered at three-forty-five. I could see nothing but to write this as it burned. ~ + ~ Hot dolphins sack the horizon where men in scorned Infection command an abyss. Not Infected with the pleasant old inimitable meditation of dreams but an Infection within my throat driven by quartz light to fire. ~ + ~ I've kissed my dreams on your tongue. ~ + ~ Pride throws him on the moss, the grave molten bars that tiptoe down, smoking the sound of yellow blooms, curled on a film of champagne horses. ~ + ~ "In the future, we have to spend to die." ~ + ~ Moon stirred the grief of man. Wet PCBs and bourbon of a distant accumulated shroud. ~ + ~ There was the sky again! And now we die In a mall As sacred slaves. ================================================= 22-08-2017. Typhoons of rain and sun in Montreal. ================================================= ~ + ~ Along the swelling ridge of eagle's willow estuary a searching wolf roams the hardwoods Among rivers born dripping from the hills Where sun strikes earth. ~ + ~ I have seen restless words pitying the experience of human history, the immaculate shadow beating in the music of Nations the cross of pressure on beauty to purify. ~ + ~ THE YEAR'S HEART still in its fallen glowing lax radiating Congo bright shirt wondering if the burning clouds and rice closed in its flowers get their wars from random catalogues ~ + ~ A MILD PACKAGE AROMA I think with some indifference, the music of the heart composed of soft birch buds and eucalyptus is an encumbrance,-- nothing else. ~ + ~ We perish in these arteries, these books done for the poor. Sad afternoons flensing the cycles of the lily, The radio, a stone, pecked-over, in dusty rain. ~ + ~ Words sleep to sing to each other. ~ + ~ =============================================================== 23-08-2017. Roofing overhead, pounding concentration into dust. =============================================================== ~ + ~ Ah, to the Church I came in September triumph burned into my coherence torrents enclosed merrily in my amazement to fuck soot-blooming wood-nymphs in that ignoble place where absorption denied pain. ~ + ~ A TINY Chamber of frozen breasts in bed, mouths silent calm, each sweet glass thigh meadow mouth, a blotted spurter, a pious bowel. Puzzlement unrehearsed. ~ + ~ Locusts Leaned through the field with conclusions I couldn't remember, lusts tangled and clamped, lured by music in the dark, through the old city to the cruel heart, gene pack. ~ + ~ Side glistening and blue with the wind we came back to their villages beneath their sickly lights where stains evicted streams into dust folded up a hurricane to light the pier sutures where insects invited night onto the shore ~ + ~ This is the journey: spasm scream. War smells better. The fallen star, the bitten deer, the tracked fireflies, the sweat of green dust. An underground orchard, clay touches in the fields. Alone: its shadow ripens constellations of foaming tears. ~ + ~ Illuminated whispering cut the Damasque throat voluptuous muscle of precision, releases the fragile bark of perfumes, solemn flowers, clear days The smell of metal ~ + ~ the sun was on the floor new-grown, dozing and waiting as if in snow ~ + ~ Sometimes I too betray the world behind my tongue. I let Sight, who is not apprehensive, speak. My avocado self makes me burn a message that slips from the womb. ~ + ~ behind that most abundant froth stand the stained rods of virtue an existence some remember and when profitable exalt ~ on this lake rain drives my tongue ~ + ~ we did not chew gold in the abyss nor triumph over trauma's singing body ~ + ~ I am with everything perceived: A catheter memory of a happy childhood Where life wouldn't end on some trampoline. My bike, big vases, and a strewn arbor -- All that I have become summon lies. ~ + ~ the spirit of the heart was the chemistry which welcomed delight ~ + ~ On the live sea, a sentiment. A holy boat caught in an oblique odor; frightened, carved from its sleep, buds. ~ + ~ She never puts it in verse: does not embed skin in the telling. She, in self-denial, receives the rats. In her wing-burdened arms are mint walls, and mists that sing of plums. ~ + ~ In the fruit of fungus stand signs: death breathing starlight, birds immune to curses, cliffs of actions, the swaying dawn of love's tranquil frost. ~ + ~ After many poems, I'm like smoke among sea-waves diving thrust-out blurry ~ + ~ Along the Sun’s wondrous beam of axioms, love mates with the coffins. ~ + ~ myths wake home light ~ + ~ Death's lifeless skin torches individuation, enclosing it inevitably into depths. Leaving the formless unremarkable name of hope at the door of the garden in the throat. ============================ 24-08-2017. Just another day. ============================ ~ + ~ THE GATE Should I drive on empty? as I methamphetamine smooth over the slow enslaved flame ~ + ~ When I will be gone? Murmurest at the murmuring Seams of an hour's quick burning grace ~ + ~ To Abstraction Bring Artifice ~ + ~ Lakeview, up the hillside, on the land where misshapen goats watch precarious nature. Here hunger looms: prison! dogsleds, caveman gaseous, lexicals all-at-once, and sandwich's stench. Art doing a sublunar polestar protest all alone. ~ + ~ Everyone who seems to be living came from a dream in the sky muttered light of larva. ~ + ~ my ecstasies happened and limped as mist agonized unpatterned gulps lump dwelling in thumping enlanting indecipherables ~ + ~ A fear of earth turned back to its heart. A machine sleeps there in the bridges it renewed. ~ + ~ Plutocracy Buffet. "Metamorphoses?" Our resentment is here. Waving at the sun, to take penitence in a gilded bathtub of cold silk on Facebook. ~ + ~ The light of sound on the body, convinced of ashes, in stillness choleric mites, and crop green, queries fit to O0000OOOO, falcons to a stratagem. I am so bitter. Why must I feel so complete? ~ + ~ If singing I bring you to be unbroidered in an orchard of vagueness bringing thrush home with Sappho to understand the long-forgotten ~ + ~ Still I lie like a tree where the lone stone light unwrappable counterturns up from your face and the last recycled scrawny texture of snow dented spring, the car red clad in rust; turns my weight reading to spare your mastery, plucks a hum directly from the hole. ~ + ~ Yield to the garden of union murmur an elemental storm chrysolite ecstasy primeval stain ~ + ~ hemlock tumult of the self dejected bird tucked nectar ~ + ~ Repent sweetness, peering through the dry splendour She appeared in Every thought As acoustic chalk: Virgin to the obsession petal ~ + ~ in my head mud and waves ~ + ~ Flood-tide at the sea, pealing. Rattles, flames: And you who loomed unhindered flaking in the amber bandages of self-inflicted specialized disability Worthless till proficiency, hobbled near a dry reflection of Midsummer calm. There is nothing but this forever! ~ + ~ Trade The Pains of Weepers For Laundry: Deathcolored, White Mouths: faint and interspersed On a nameless Page, Striplings Shrieks and swift Ghost Pulse Comical vermin sullen Stones. ~ + ~ We are the lure of love Anything, even non-placed plunging mud. Or a sleep: cold and elemental seething in itself ~ + ~ Erase the copse and soar, but do not go higher than the waves or stray over the broken orchard Tides strewn with chastity and bones Televisions underfoot, trampling mimesis Reconstructing an unbearable descent Stacked and scorched absence, Filtered sweat, and choreographed desire. ~ + ~ for the abundance of the hope of the wind: yawning, I focus on the playground. ======================================= 25-08-2017. Placid beside a new orchid. ======================================= ~ + ~ KeyboardInterrupt jhave@jhave-Ubuntu:~/Documents/Github/pytorch-poetry-generation/word_language_model$