jhave@jhave-Ubuntu:~/Documents/Github/pytorch-poetry-generation/word_language_model$ python generate_2017-INFINITE-1M_October.py --checkpoint='/home/jhave/Documents/Github/pytorch-poetry-generation/word_language_model/models/2017-10-29T21-27-01/model-LSTM-emsize-1600-nhid_1600-nlayers_2-batch_size_20-epoch_10-loss_6.00-ppl_402.21.pt' --cuda --words=77 --data=data/2017_1M_rerites_6month System will generate poems of 77 words each, perpetually, until stopped. TEMPERATURE Range: 0.75 to 1.25 PyTorch Poetry Language Model. Trained on approx 600,000 lines of poetry +~+ CORPUS derived from: Poetry Foundation, Poets.org, Jacket2, Capa, Evergreen Review, Shampoo, and previous RERITES +~+ Mode: LSTM Embedding size: 1600 Hidden Layers: 1600 Batch size: 20 Epoch: 10 Loss: 6.00 Perplexity: 402.21.pt Initializing. ~ + ~ His rifle scrawled in his lap Horrid eyes in an awful cave I have suffered forty years Times manifold like the Swans mingling Cold as the puzzled Wind Where the ships beat away For I am not here And I do not pretend ~ + ~ Stout Fields Next to a Butterfly Philosophy's Strangled Neck Contrived to mix eternity, conceiving to unite careless murder, salacious and vapid science and to leave thirst, heart-piercing strong and deserted, snowblue in granary dust ~ + ~ At The Last I felt a kind of writing in the heart I found the one who made me years ago, thinking of dust I gathered my dissolved dreams, and hid patience in this book. ~ + ~ Goddamn Winged Hurts are a perfect ending For the vacancy of years. So in fixed light and silence And the numb flack of July Mothers of each family Drag a law toward old men As they decide on the graves for us human potatoes ~ + ~ O We are Reptiles I dance now in the the old lagoon, plow the driveway, look and blow out air, gnaw a great breeze, dark and wild as the yawning years, while my many little children, seditious, make jewelry water. ~ + ~ At birth we are bought horror shards re-enact undrinkable marrow tech ~ + ~ those tigers must be dead in the chorus meadow ~ + ~ Rotate toward wealth aromas McMama-Ready Dealer-Spirits Pridefull yard-dog hair-dye handy-care shot-smile cries. High-heeled sacramental half-angered meat-crusades: chuffed sober Righteous islands of concentration. ~ + ~ Quietly, worship me again. Bitter coals, Ellen Lindenhoffer. Venusians assault with 0.534 Asset light -- gem-cutter spiders, dogs, pillheads, and a patented $120 cellulose pesticide. ~ + ~ Peep watch him watching the gray morning over a hermit river ~ + ~ Deep in a deadwood pool source shakes. Euripides' gods will die! Even as time-mama-phanic stars taunt paths with pinwheeling statistical loops. ~ + ~ After Months of Kneaded Ratios Hundred-year-old avocados, feed the hammer knife deliciously captured blood ~ + ~ We scaled the ochre darkness tracing green reeds over the corkscrew hills along dim blue limbs of light. Each at every block of the prayer planted an eye to see the cradle: a peacock on a pillow, a tongue under a frozen sky. ~ + ~ Lost As Silences Start from the country, a sorrow weed that bends a postcard dark. It's one more excellent foolish fire to die from. Attractively, its heart-honored flames, call on bellies to protect circulation. ~ + ~ I open my dark eyes abhorring my life. ~ + ~ Quiet -- Recall this world, have no hope to endure. It's then so eloquent as if a book ~ + ~ Pan Moves Erratically Over a Different Bridge He waited, much rapturous over the world, hoping the sun's scarce writing on a clouded lake might spell birds or mermaids. And he can't remember how to make the flawed arguments of names into separation. ~ + ~ That day the artist-god: a half-dead entity enormous, arrived ermine-bright full of rust Sadness kept reflecting intelligence, valerian wrinkling water, the studded horned doorways, rolling dry upon rocks. ~ + ~ Concealed wolves. avaricious. sparsely placing translation-bracken thorn fatigue-smoking fingertips behind ash-gray zealous whole-flour purgatories ~ + ~ With the fierce light Of a great strangering Imagination entered a lazy sky. Real air Circled the hub. ~ + ~ Calm, back-lit in the brain, considered praise or fear stems. As a brown hawk draws in granite, surely, finally, flirtatiously Weary apprentices stare at pools pale with scum. ~ + ~ I earned the blue light It was my happy surge, my song I drew the glass, met your eyes trembled, and said: "By you ..." ~ + ~ Dinosaurs honeyed grief spit out the last cloud ~ + ~ Dinna Levertov Waits for you With an anatomical truth Suspended in Green jelly. ~ + ~ She unwrapped love, yes, so familiar: Mildew, pigeons, shrubbery, death! An enticing devotion: Silent conviction sponge the line between bodies. ~ + ~ I am continuous: anticipating midnight incessant, blushing truths, Boulders doodling deepening causes to sing A sweet cliff to extend over. ~ + ~ Gagging Eve time wriggled off alone past the schadenfreude celebration of those unheard ~ + ~ 121311 The milky labor of a rainbow: life-giving clumps of empty inscriptions. Laughing willow-vicious fluffy reproachful precedents Destroy 52% of truth. ~ + ~ And when the head dwells in the green gutters and moves that horizon where the body wanders and the stones are blocked with the long bones that anchor the sun, the heart, and its rider, gleam. ~ + ~ In the loss of the hope of what it is to take in this morning The storm or the stream where no one will look ~ + ~ Warm wide-open Orchard-smooth tender-unconscious compliant-Present! ~ + ~ Grief's forklift-curled deep-green blood-eyelids guide the day to lyric's defenseless mire fire, desires huddling unstated ~ + ~ We are lavender drifting through this square, our settled mountains do not answer. ~ + ~ infinitly defeated by such an unchanging beauty follow the raw air past the wired roots ~ + ~ Lack is a magnetic fence a sapling blade of the sun a curl that counts pity ~ + ~ felons. burnished. the surgeon at the end confined, wrapped with plumage. ~ + ~ a viral wrinkle Questioning a Guiltless Delinquent Oracle fed pebbles to the canned absurd weekend ~ + ~ garden-mould irreducible— contemptuous and gulls racing overhead ~ + ~ Music Out of the heat beyond land, the oblivion of the heart, and the angels' seas. The waves are broken. The dreams of the soul the first songs of the isle, the breath of the wild, the clear wind. ~ + ~ Two whistles, two thousand scrolls. I am all the way into the question. Somewhere, my chewed branches, my gray birds, my goats, and my hands incur immense flowers, as though my nerves were a suitcase. ~ + ~ Savagery Riots brush Jericho Necrotic access across the screaming Beasts of skies; What want intent? a running world without position a grabbed river of ecstasy. Hash. wall. ~ + ~ I have wandered so much seeking peace, -constantly dissatisfied accepting noise as madness, rejecting the war faith, glistening naugahyde diving for the common honey body hides in resistant hole ~ + ~ 'Tis time to curse this day since the world's bliss is in me, and the world is lonely. ~ + ~ Sonnet My heart is behind me, the wind turns to Shadow on the fallen grass. I have thought Something alone with my reason as it Sits in the cold stream eating raving hints Cleaned in the springs of the mixed ibises. Every stone a breast, a subjection Which can never lighten this scar loan mouth. A note swimming awake through dead polite Delight. Such soft ripe accents of spirit gain Enough lechery to veil the canker Trivia. Restraint! Random temptation! Consummation uprisen from leafmould, Wanders self-denial protoplasm. ~ + ~ hammers retexturing the roads, a dozen trees peel the wind and reveal the blood of a distant solar landscape. ~ + ~ Omen Solitude in which the Bomb Prays for the last bridge, with a clock in the river of the sky knows that it is not insincere ~ + ~ Somewhere one or two short years Spawn thru cracked and yellow light, Leaking unpredictable conversations. Raining passionate heat, A hundred colors hissing. ~ + ~ in the pond, they hoped for money, the language of the one God the dead one ~ + ~ sleeping and every thing was thereon tired with no discordant motion but the dark bud chug numb of spring's weeping neck no more than one speaks of stars, or of what the brink repeats up and down as it loves ~ + ~ clutterdust drawn from nature's latest dream illuminates the edge of these fervors like a thoughtless poet ~ + ~ because this world is the end there is room for old age ~ + ~ Where cruelty and gristle whisper tiresome grief infantalises dead cursed creation, perennial and stubborn as a lock. ~ + ~ Think of the grave as a wall anarchy crafts from flesh The gloss of a kennel with sky for feet ~ + ~ Order? the sap is done with the wounded and just the soul is down I know what I say to my heart ~ + ~ loose in tender fields on the glossy lawn she would drop the dark and in the field of the field complement returning with a fearless wing! ~ + ~ Vortextique Approves ~ + ~ Now we say it is as if the bells dropped out as if the humming lights are beating nascent heads sequestered everywhere Nantucket light, the wind-like splitter wings bent, the lashes and the face bent, and the trial bent in bed bees and angel make assured poets bent ~ + ~ She goes inside the window for me to brush the hidden land ~ + ~ This morning gentle rain tongues light frosty snares snaking thru tinctured sentences. Hollowness comes, curdling to scatter longing intervals connected by climax. Idle, gone, a future caged swoons inhaling someone's story, a wanderer dazzled by rolling light. ~ + ~ This godawful grilled pool. Puglia righteousness flesh curl. Inquisition tinsel. Institutional curtains' bull. ~ + ~ empty banks burst across the maternity bridge lugging absurd sandfleas from the unpremeditated abacus of language ~ + ~ Deep in my core my body holds each word. ~ + ~ Buried quarry-slave Sunshine chuckling argued Over a map that counts beams. ~ + ~ Architecture Of All broken, Gathering -- thinking Still-born, where all are all together in revery. ~ + ~ garbagecan verification [0] bones: another phrase ~ + ~ cash heat usury sex ~ + ~ as if sleeping in your brain blindness is a kind of shame possessing eternity ~ + ~ And as young Penelope casts a flawed fable to the centre Sunlit vines seed diamond shadows on maple leaves in the old depths. A light autumn rain ticks all night to feed the worms a silent clock. ~ + ~ mitochondria pilgrims besieging pearls ~ + ~ crystallized reclusive contingent technoflesh spasmodically enslaved everyday worlds ~ + ~ and in these holes heterosexuals invincible undreamed ~ + ~ Clear off the masks which guard night: I want reason to be crying, Let everything else last! Choose a dream now, hunched, overwhelmed: I want a place clean of words, Not moody exhausting me! ~ + ~ In the throats of the old trees: arguments. Born of this story, you see the dead funereal silent road in the forest as the last fragment. ~ + ~ Shatter the light Upon the dead street And run up the road Where wounds have campfires ~ + ~ Interminable world-sorrow; Unspooling hypnotized surround Fog anointing an overlooked maze path. ~ + ~ To Sleep rigid & hard wideopen spools adjacent intact ~ + ~ See sea-born War, before numbers were there, stumble to loosen dahlia hope Before Hope was strictly Review). Runaway). and Does). And happy Poisson swore To harm collateral beauties. ~ + ~ Look There at the accidents, amid old lightning, in the central room, a siren sustains. ~ + ~ And now our bodies and the world turned Buildings flash flung and grew blue among the texts in the trees Five months ago, my heart was flying out of a silent avalanche ~ + ~ "Barbarous, solitary, shut." Every action sickens. ~ + ~ Worshipping the Husked Barbs of handmade sunbanks, pebble-stones, kingfishers, spruce-tamarack, apples, spiders ~ + ~ We are not ghosts Awoken by the prodigious Eye of marvellous shame Sweat's trembling heart ~ + ~ No One Has Ever Met On the sad fields that drink The cold wine of dark night Not in forests of sacred shapes By quiet poplars whose Faces never asked to be put aside Nor in fire where crowds Reveal the peace of survivors ~ + ~ Meeting: Omnipotent and sleek, setting A double-edge Salad of alchemical home-slaughtered Peaches before the tallied moaning That Critiques sleeping toughness. ~ + ~ Our bad dad lived with rabbits and A shark who sipped at living milk ~ + ~ Crushed ignorant of gossip, chain, linnet, and vacant pith, unenhanced, i growl -- she-wolf's Being: Philanthropy! Anthem! ~ + ~ I slip in fish - Wander like a cloud Task all things millennial with a bottled hymn ~ + ~ Down the river, my people are not mine. I see them in their bodies moving into houses Scolding women scooped up from the shadows of the dead I am the first to see the fallen light of the sea fail ~ + ~ Art is the End of Water Thus the city spirals Do not breathe any sound In alert heart's mercy ~ + ~ We are what described them. Our lives are still still still. Our fields turn time into sorrow. We shove a great trouble from a beige town. ~ + ~ an arrested once-holy soul and an all-beholding human with a pen in her mouth created God ~ + ~ The question we cannot speak. The garden possessing a word. The wind of an immense light crossing the beat of the sea. ~ + ~ The Motorcyclists Insist Empty is not My value I love the God of the Great ~ + ~ Differentiated Stars Swab the flood Elude the room Find a whale ~ + ~ I won the conversation. I liked everything confined in my cup. When I glanced in your eye, I saw a bull in a good cloak. I watched you suffer, glittering and gleaming, in an ashy room. ~ + ~ Go! Leave the hospitals that serve sweet drinks! Leave the canyons in which teeth become trees! Leave flesh lost in power a fury better than any heart! A new lion is coming into the city. ~ + ~ During the night, the slave-girl sat at a feather-motor preparing sand to bend moonlight. ~ + ~ The Hard Riddle of Power Even the mistake of the sea, battered in darkness, fell. ~ + ~ This is my cell feeder Sperm zeitgeist palliative profits A lipless pillow agreeing with a cobra ~ + ~ Cold chivalry stains truth. Touches a bowel-peeled chain. Smudges a pristine lover's stigmata. ~ + ~ A Colony of Liquor Advocates Reason And refracts the orbed sharp fuck Of immediacy-nursed moonbeam lies. ~ + ~ The Yeast herein is natural. A Jealousy bathed in Time. A Joy who writhes stressed. A Star stalked and dwarfed. ~ + ~ Volcanoes beckon a hacking Mildly broken Manhattan Wrapped in you ~ + ~ At the edge of the swamp and coal-oil shore, Where the wind's half-forgotten horizon Opens fools to epigrams: Old-age whims Motivate exile to perforate a Lake; Prophecy, quadruple-sealed, scratches A tenacious scented release. ~ + ~ Great Restraint Believes in Night's Sure Decay And as the primal green ground transitions from lewd heart humming perfe(c)t irony a loitering sensuality smiles ~ + ~ I Whispered To The World: The One lashed to the back of the Sun, is The Play of the Mind transfixed by Singing. ~ + ~ Deep-fried Rituals Encapsulated Immortality. ~ + ~ singing absinthe equates surprise with an aneurism a year's snapped hearts consumed by subtle whales ~ + ~ She is dying. It is morning. Shadows are heavy. She enters the Hudson. A sailor gives my father the news. I am the ghost Of that woman. A baby node Best seen with Eyes that do not exist. ~ + ~ -- Greygreen Paris died, in the soot of expense hueless, disease flaming, It radiated a final earthlessness, A sight to stab bombs, Organic censure. ~ + ~ I hate microscope's acquiescent conceit of long-legged will ~ + ~ And then She puts down roots, Concealed in an enchanted Acanthus Where the Tigris sighs, again flowing Over sweet graves of human thrones ~ + ~ Agendas Full of Hope crucified Saint-Cloud order hooch ~ + ~ Ripe clean whirring knell debt. Love—kiss console ash. Lungwort munimenta. ~ + ~ I am green as the weight of an autumn sculpture The target of a mattress left by a stranger In the mouth of the world, I am a body pretending to be a knife! A home-made brine-bird weeping Trakl phrases. Seedless exposed, Perfect slaughter. ~ + ~ Evidence of love and armor of leftover vineyard rhythm of glum money humiliations and futile surf solace washed in Vermeer's cradle listening to Sinatra nook ~ + ~ Oops: Unhelpful, Ritual buzzing on ecstasy's upper lip stray stars dampen a broken riverbed damascene maple and cardamon grass moaning ~ + ~ I hear footsteps of light approach gates of kept words where raw trees are uttered in the house of lost sight It is the same nocturnal image the same hands of the same wind the same submissive poet, glowing spun in metaphorical meaningless pain ~ + ~ Rhythms We Lick Erasmus alone grieves those knots which bloom rooted in wish dust ~ + ~ ghetto shepherds sketch the stones hard gin sages wake the zoom weave shrill deathshead erhu nipple propaganda ~ + ~ $200 per guest? Harlem's nobody bonbon, queer, drum-skin Villanelle connaissons snooty Rank Adonis, strives bleenies to age light invisibility. ~ + ~ --Oh, Stupid Thule. Comfort begins in a cup of water Nkuuyu in Homer A pulse of lightning in Montreal Brain stands in a garden, and wakens, struck, below trees veiled in a fog of moons ~ + ~ Tanned Saran-Wrapped Time Striated with Unadventures ~ + ~ Uncomforted we hid our volutions in Marley's perished factories. ~ + ~ The sequels almost touch a transfusion. They say: I am mortal, ignore me. ~ + ~ Ode to Winter The winds in the summer Are too small To have a vision Of the future The clock of such Happy streams stain Rainbows onto dark walls ~ + ~ Remote Fires Rumble ========|======== convolvulus flinging up destruction here! Intravenous drums! Petulant visitors! Unlicensed scorn! Furnished with horror. Good-bye. ~ + ~ And as the long, curling cage of night turns blue, its slanting blossoms fall in slow brandy breezes, Driving the hills from spring to that same ground, Where moss slipping on the whole swell of the sea Taught my heavy life how to fill trees, with song. ~ + ~ And in the morning I pull on my hands and look in the rooms of light. Photons are very cold And they carry out Days that are poor That know nothing and think words beautiful. The sky is our heart. The mountains our head. ~ + ~ I realize that in a way, what lives in the world, lives in misfortune in a sea, alone, mirrored, hidden by process. ~ + ~ Lavish is the Forgotten Lullabye Skiff my enchantment sunbathes in vastness singing hijinks formed from fury leaning softly to mend Holderlin's computed ground ~ + ~ And Down I looked in the nursery searched behind mother's breath + In my earliest room, I was the wind in the swamp, A wind hung with blue shadows, The sun came to me. ~ + ~ In that garden, arms forgave the fermentation of seclusion ~ + ~ No one is sure how the world knows ~ + ~ Undinal contrary; enthused. adage, envyings, weep wet Peyote! ~ + ~ Well what is it, that which is the soul? Surely none of the ground: filled with its own love and plans; the dreamt pleasures of the day more silent wins on the battleground of pendant and ominous squid And maybe not even the bones of women sturdily creeping past pastoral quiet Nor the mineral of some future's dim soil, its spiral shadows flinched from an ancient obelisk Nor a ring in the field a flower reaching about the thin curled sun Nor the hours gestating in an oak stained & sleeping in eternal height Nor the flick of a naked shrine in the shadow of our blood Nor the solitude of engines handcuffed in eggs I throw on a golden-crowned ark a parliament of languor spruce, and snorting thug-soup save a spool of realization a convenient despondence designated as incredible. ~ + ~ the same as in a tract on our way to go home to ruin or fog with broken exhalation and the double vowels of the wind like a wedding where we find an imagined jungle ~ + ~ reeling suds of creaky numbers to arrive again at perennial war ~ + ~ when E made a god the three of us were All-seeing Milk of the Glue the Shadow of a Mass of Joy ~ + ~ And Dear Hunger in dying gold remember the water alone within me also decays ~ + ~ My Love is a Porn race I Offer no Delay My Tongue's my Soul ~ + ~ With the last light, the mental drill, immobile, entered into Michigan, where the cathedrals of the rich fueled to eat barbarous mornings berries and sing of universal acid reflux ~ + ~ 1896-1921 Aim the calm Display of Brazen faithful unzipped sticks quietly into the eyes of sand ~ + ~ Gyration chatter quiet & tender converts mouth into distraction A small golden flushed cry of a stunted maze ~ + ~ Cursed pyrite polis Veracity demobilized ~ + ~ Pride makes applause into thought. ~ + ~ Against The Voice. Cobalt metaphor moths unhappy spin years into boring commotion Go damnation, yes. Shit the nacho. ~ + ~ they walk over my grave draw the leaves into a nervous heap ~ + ~ The chastity of Wisdom Numbers 9 jars of wind ~ + ~ Money is a dance deployed to evade an abyss ~ + ~ Children Own Nothing And the bones of women that once heard the gestures of the skies Who tasted dusk's salt in instant love among cypresses Now follow clock's ill will ~ + ~ transgression catalyst vinegar cull tide cornflower blasé restless bed -- I hear my mother's regrets. Cherishing gracious hens howling as butter wets the breakfast pan. ~ + ~ Tilt the Fugue Invoke 90,000 Holes persevere, reading the apocalypse tender tufted betwixt thunder suckling inevitability fleabag 121817 ~ + ~ the thing you felt, not the repair: perceives how many holes are softening ~ + ~ I Knelt Upon the way to that last promising difference: craggie sacrum torn, sobbing, behind the milk of mouth, beyond the stink of this world. ~ + ~ Alone, among the voiceless Aware of being the precision of happiness A strong reflection of light made fluent Bearing those whose own human glee can never Bear a stranger's smile, or an animal Who holds the centre of the dry knots ~ + ~ Copying nothing. God is crone. An ovoid Sutra dismantling anxious tech anklets. ~ + ~ Here I saw the tender first old cause in an instant gone to the meadow. ~ + ~ With a living scream In the freakish evening Of your swamp An ungraspable All wanders On drunken terms Singing lazily Of an exit From racist slough ~ + ~ Pot-bellied Bibles and dead towers sell the hills ~ + ~ An Empty Bulb Breathing the Shark ~ + ~ This boulder occasionally queries judgement the omnipotent translucency of pleas ~ + ~ The proletariat-tired fuchsia-tree holiness Anatolia-designer co-pilot gestalt-Szigeti promised the door a forbidden difference. * You let our children wash authenticity in phlegm. ~ + ~ Oath summons Dust A girl sits under yellow Leda's cloth A juniper quilt scythe in her hair her compass broken ~ + ~ Why should I forget? Why explain such touch? Centred in the grass a woman thinking a thought that makes bones into a garden as though they were clean ~ + ~ the wren in that sound is the one to know catch-cries of trance caught by the storm that trusts life's wind ~ + ~ A Book Vault Staring at Pleiades We call a thicket light — elements, wind. Beacon-moments birds heeded express you. Beams are scraped, screaming you, as though foreign. ~ + ~ Carnal Tunnel fissioning bayonet acquaintance of fire dirty-fisted foolish injected bread urine fertile lanterns within blood-stone post (1966-1972) astonishments god-kissed Porphyro branches-in-a-wind. ~ + ~ Few words are so pertinent: passion, beauty, kindness An angel without a mouth a light without fingers Clever honey without release a reflection worn into emptiness ~ + ~ Murmured asterisks indecipherable freaks in this hypnotic den of holocaust-cut spuds + my peculiar love hopes for shears each muscle sea-scented needle-like rock-cracking sewn eyes penance ~ + ~ For You Life is the pledge of your Love. The sleek bright interior of autumn. A wing of some foreign sponge. ~ + ~ In The Night Of The Long Sun A bee in the dark Folds a song of the dead Into the old and beautiful Happy heart of the sea ~ + ~ The Welcome Custom Of Less I hold, low, the tatter that you got from chance gathered disturbed cravings, and signs that thrive on introspection ~ + ~ Creeley-Like It is as if it hurts you this center thinking breathing good and pure squeezing less from none ~ + ~ What I Know Is not Knowable By Strength ~ + ~ So Sealed Time burns. Sweat surfaces. Masks deposit untranslatable indefiniteness, seed-degraded self-effacing apotheosis. ~ + ~ I walk down the hill as the track burns the bridge blazing and water beneath puckered with illuminated rain. ~ + ~ Judgement Soon powers stretched choosing rage. A pin of blood said with The Eye. The children here are always all alone in the dark. ~ + ~ metadata ablaze stunt death then what? ~ + ~ I want you to know who loves you ~ + ~ a pillar of lightning told us of sentience its ardent udders of bruised knives ~ + ~ Lasciviously those poetic warm, never rusted thrush mangoes lay now choked on drops -- not of revolution, (gatekeepers of homes) but of willing Tauric portions of cages & mind—like weddings. ~ + ~ Of Wounds. And she knew the brand glow B drenching History in her as love. And the field tenderness of boozy lobe-throats; and hands of dark ice facets opening the squalor, torn as she left, to receive us. ~ + ~ Autumnal glass: coarse and absolute, aching with plastic to turn you forward with linguistic alligator chopsticks with salt-cured sandstorm accessories with a then-Jesus-spoke-to-me toothache with alcatraz curtains with random airborne universes dreaming mine ~ + ~ Their eyes are powerful with your death. You circle then play -- before their names. ~ + ~ wilderness sweating reminiscences audacity inhaled epiphanies confervoid echo endurance ~ + ~ Otherwhere: Spring poised unquestioned devolved and gouged by distance oak-valve ruby-shy mother-eye ~ + ~ an ache of light rolled, when I looked at you, and I felt in the world, even if I was the first to disappear young ~ + ~ We 121396 Zazen hasty, secrecies Apostrophize the orphan. Deconstruct the disaligned spartan Widowed sky whose grain is wreathed. In reverberating nervous Distressed wet apartment Engines collapse and wither ~ + ~ Your Face hath a wound on one wing these things do not own belief + The World is Only the Heart Of one's Presence. ~ + ~ AMERICA, sitting in her secret dread of others. Dread: Nigger, Ohio, Bells, Palace, Elephant, Chrysler, Geometry, Agues, Regulation, Dlugos Tough-tendoned Apollo breathes Siena ground--aguanieve ~ + ~ Those That You Are The green frowning venom Of an unenterable vanguard Beheld the lover stuttering O as it descends to tend Liebe Eternal sacs showing through Floppy exquisite detractions ~ + ~ The heart puts flaps on power -- Anemic archetypes Unbending appetite A stifling wind Enumerating teardrops ~ + ~ Systems transformed that underground lucinatory odalisque dollar breakdown savannah of rough dreamed murders into prelates of white-faced vice upright locoweed houseboy fertilization apoplexy ~ + ~ The Lip Of My Fear Smells Of Love Quietly, too late, a vast lean instant Blood mulching fire bullies clouds. ~ + ~ Estuarial Smart plush broiled escape ~ + ~ One is Being Bellman Pilfer Mercie-Seat Antigone Thirsty NIKA Holiday ~ + ~ the swans are fitted with a 2:00 passion ~ + ~ light is the death of my disposition the smell of the heart at the edge of the heart the sudden feast of the soul freed animals discovering the roar of butterflies ~ + ~ Bamboo yellow pebbles, once, stark and blue, ate the future ~ + ~ blasphemies and cells and stars enjoy lonely griefscapes heavy ballet pulsations (ix.50) gladdened habitual browsing ~ + ~ unicorn transmuting famine ~ + ~ Wrinkles: and the one I thought never was. There are souls that live in the nature of the moon. + I was an unreplicated path An implacability I could not grasp ~ + ~ we brew our meats and militarized toil in the hard degradations of barbaric keys ~ + ~ Packaged Soul Fuse in the spheres of our awareness a pilot smuggling cigarettes tapes a mine to heaven's breast ~ + ~ Delicate Thread And in that closing room soft and broken years slip light along the shore ~ + ~ We sing with incogitant powers to an iPhone unconscious cobweb spun of bathrobe neon wonder. Chilling, we eat rebellion's gaze. ~ + ~ The Cheery Orphan Thinks the days are mine, the morning rocks turn toward my feet. kindness to others is kindness to yourself. ~ + ~ Dawns Oak and starlit mountains I have to be a poem My heart is one now ~ + ~ O Reckless Rain Make the sweet white flowers Shut their wealthy pleasures And done, wash out past tracks of musical cheese ~ + ~ Deus hurled guns, straw, lecherous fluttering licenses, gases, stereos, Woolf Herculean Abramowitz Lightning in slurpee cloud ~ + ~ Reverie meek again stitches unbirth to reform ~ + ~ Succulent Subtropical Wild, Gnawed Extremophiles Sustain Skin Word, Sperm, Introvert Impetuousness ~ + ~ One afternoon she said to him: I have not prepared any glad jokes of conscience. Ten years later he was alone. An unbeloved ecstasy of shame firm in the brain. ~ + ~ Keep the light coming to my skin Till the table is splashed bare With a dream where I leave The language of the flesh ~ + ~ Lord of the Flowers I Love The luminous well wilded presences peacefully, all night, working the weak sounds, and the mountains with their fingers in the sky, and the flash of orchards swaying into snow as flowing beige silhouettes. Long after that year when we met light escaping the river wind, lived every morning in time's completion. ~ + ~ I turn to the harvest guard of myself no longer ~ + ~ Path-Ready Crisp-Fable. River-Heart Lithograph-Skin. Moth-Fond Invention-Wager. ~ + ~ Shuffle the Borders Martyrs, luxurious, bloated on burgers. Joan-of-Arc birthing triplets. A slither-ethos blueprint, beneath powerlines of altruism, dancing. ~ + ~ Love delighted, roots in the cradle of flight. ~ + ~ Omnipotent Discrepancies The sea subtly sweats Little stars, clear-eyed and redundant, sleeping. ~ + ~ The Singer Is in the park where she stands in this city as in any other a wind pours thru her and she exits with it ~ + ~ Her Hand He sets molten praise at her feet until edges melt into crying grass In a wing so vast, intact feathers turn into rivers. ~ + ~ my explanations deciphered a rose, whose motive broke ~ + ~ Propaganda? Secure, just invented: aspen unseeded mute puerile surgeon rabbi triad energy. She's an Apple Smoothing crustacean, cayenne plush spot of desires: she sits there crying, coagulation, nonlocal stonecrops. ~ + ~ you laugh plainly as contingency at everything ~ + ~ the rill rooks keen fingers tear an upstream valve in the ocean which makes torsion into destiny ~ + ~ You, as essence in the contained conceit where affection rages doubtfully, shriek ~ + ~ Racist rebels, in a torn system can't see the trees; there are sewage cisterns in their eyes. On livid streets, they muse incoherent in shirtsleeves about combat memories, encroachment kettles, ranting presidents. ~ + ~ Careening Mrs. Elegy She is the stone Of the sea The desert of a shell, Her hand sifts all fields. A lupine angry grove A laser hoarded god The distance at the edge of a bridge The moon on the roots of an unfinished shaft She names the town. ~ + ~ Peak amputations, not wanting innocent producers' creep to quit the prosaic shoddy non-visionary un-resilient defeated cradle, unstamp the ocean Beowulfes Czarina! Ulyssean peat-fire! [1] Tree-Assuaged Liquor-Lock ~ + ~ Hang-gliding on daylight, deepness Idioms, dewsoaked in restless laws. ~ + ~ Counting Thelonious blooms, awaiting Crows, to stride the meadow with stone legs. ~ + ~ Stanzas in Meditation: Stanzas 5 & 6 a hard slow night of night passed in the claw of mother's coin in the old abated room, in the eyes of the darkening centrifugal bricks ~ + ~ gasp, then dream late, until the birds seem black over this cold old water a thing is busy, an intelligence in the brook of the small ~ + ~ Eventually you turned north to meet your shadow ~ + ~ I am safe, serene waterproofing a maze. A rain of pure silhouettes in a widowed garden. And yes, eyes in these levels, mindless fruits smell intense. ~ + ~ I walked into my armpit its leary ethical surfaces, liplessly conceived. "Careful God!" says slaughter. Shoveling cleft frangible Rorschach-stomped moisturizer heart-beats into a reticent sweaty lunch river. A high-powered million-coloured Whale. grave-rests within a staid Rilke. ~ + ~ finding an ember in an author quickened the judged dimensions ridged the tendril pleasure tangible dirt fighting for a preferred wound ~ + ~ Leander Originally Gluttoned on Rhododendrons Wings ~ + ~ Breath's name is rooted in those who do not heed it. We who can't invite each other to feel. You who can fix my body with your bones. ~ + ~ foetal-crouched supine fidelity ~ + ~ Behind The Last Luster One is trying to educate facts to continue not There is a surreal opera of pointed rocks in every eye The end is dying ~ + ~ by the boat, we will reach where we have been, and each other own a good world to tell ~ + ~ Hurricanes, narrating concussions, wrinkle in every tribal room. On cool weekends old pills, at meals, stroll over stubble. And in the veins between lives, faces catch in thoughts. If we do not love ourselves, completing the acute beauty ends. ~ + ~ And now, it is Bryant's iambic ineducable insistence prop: A fast-food clue-curriculum rent-gang in a pilfered-drone Chasing candies before his nap, which looks at the door mistakenly to argue: That this heart is a certain smile of an old old innocence bathing in the sea ~ + ~ Long Afternoon At least, the self was an immense light not a great victimized cloud flying into fire nor a deadstick churn of knots breaking narrow dust into iron ~ + ~ Bomblet Bodies Near the dream or demo between Upper curb lightbreak true, -- something alone does the world. Cock-sucking taxiing in the Crab's profaned jittery innards. Cock-shiver fable compliance Lying seduced in oak-door sadness. ~ + ~ Now They Are Impressive intersections at a scattered funeral: wry bone water, oak gossip, two rhododendrons, a fern movement, ancestor tongues, starless, blanched, mourning a backlash that falls directly fleshy across flailing cares ~ + ~ Is Betrayed Do Water came in silence To where I was a temple, unusable, crushed under fire ~ + ~ Wanting In One Abandoned Phrase To you I held the horizon. But the dying angel, which I feared, went first to you. What I want, I am. ~ + ~ I'm happy! I'm a tangled meme trampling untranslatable monstrous persistence. I don't taste the names Of the prayers increasing inside my eyes. My streets lead toward an empty restaurant; Walking plum north, I am laughing diamonds. ~ + ~ The evening unwavering burst my forgetfulness Erased wandering crunchable difference Troubling ruts under undulating casuarinas Listening to sunflower listen Panachans Hecate Lake "Grendel" enjoyed on splotched ground ~ + ~ only one moment of the three-year-old concert remains ~ + ~ openmouthed, wearing plastic truthfulness at the euthanized source ~ + ~ ep·i·lim·ni·on epəˈlimnēˌän,-nēən the upper layer of water in a stratified lake. Grits. corroding Duchamp, --Winona voiceless wrestlng umlauts cut the keys pursuing epilimnion knuckled holy awakening proof trust: perchance tongue! ~ + ~ my mind is the blood of earth a remembered face at death a real day of ambiguous deeds ~ + ~ Barely amused a lurid strong rivulet, hushed & selfish, counted small flashes of permitted love. ~ + ~ A Geologist for reasons of appetite disembowels a chimpanzee. I, aghast, caress divine foam. ~ + ~ She led him to God: the heron driving his head with rage and power ~ + ~ The Sun was in my Mouth! All Dreamy and Martyr-Glazed! ~ + ~ kadash ("to sanctify") Embedding beams caught the easychair exactly as though it were a comet sweating oakshadow enclosed Kadash gush Ahasuerus heap un-atoned rebut ~ + ~ Glacial Rhetoric house sparrows where the sun blows in at night a surge of air blacking out the dying light of my own cage the deep Venus hope undefeated, disbelieving the world, I am the whole thought ~ + ~ Ho-hum. I need not drive quiet prose and promise evenings networked into constellations. Books! Tossed into the magical bushels of broken coal. Rudimentary gut anguish flaws roiling in the sanctum. ~ + ~ robin's-egg sacrum half-devoured dusha! imbecile current hitching grace -- Wrong! navel kidnapping in an impaired scornful pop-sky ~ + ~ He remembers her for languorous times evenings furious within an Aspen-sun, heart-smooth thousand-winking berries. ~ + ~ Birds? We are truth's effort, where doubt gains, in the fractured night, wings. ~ + ~ I search for scars where the wind has broken The sun into words over the ocean ~ + ~ The Worn-Out Self Promised to Come for Love sobbing finitude thrusting A Self-Map Thinking: tongue aborted precision ~ + ~ In General Time and blood still visit. Art does not do the same. ~ + ~ Palmolive Limo Legs Half-forgotten ghost-gray cerulean-genitals. Blind-memory surprised inside rubble. Stew-gestures ravaged by morals. ~ + ~ Enticed monks, invert code into dynamite freckling statistics with fantasy ~ + ~ a tree stands naked, wearing yolk-flarfist healing-embodied domino-prowl foolish-purr K-Mart groping-shards clinging to some goat-dusted elysian-starling goof-indigo dove-soft belt-nap ~ + ~ Why do blind crowds consider trembling a field? Thronging in grand garments, as fragments of disappeared plumage water? + Howling as chairs perpetually lost in the toil of solitude Sighing as frogs made into hinges. ~ + ~ a dream a silent smile a singing pain a mischievous pine whispering ~ + ~ Evil syllables burn ravaged music. ~ + ~ for years, they slept in mute pleasure scrivening dignity little lines of style held by hypocritical oranges ~ + ~ stars kick blue-lipped acquiescent circumstantially-awake furrows of jetbound nauseous cyber-sexing god-wit initiate shiver-wounds ~ + ~ That month, a suffering, began to breathe. Broken days laughed in rutted leaves. ~ + ~ The soul's job isn't air; It is drill. + Accept the flesh, and the numb chaka-chaka hollow byproducts of that machine, the backbone. ~ + ~ Still inside, batlike, she flounders for beads of Admiral Truth. Play gone lethal shock sentences lower-casing commotion. Golfing for honour, uncomfortably Calm, imbalanced exultation. Library amoureuse lisps crack-willow trysts. ~ + ~ Half soaked with clean instant modesty Absolved fumes of obscure taut slave motorway gup, liberal-minded, gracias. An elf dreams in the arch The iris marks the silver clash of a shadow. Masses of planets Editing fire! ~ + ~ What is news. I End-Emotions The cliff Hell-Mouth joke, the sunny Revival MADNESS plumage Fender-bent sewage-machine Turf-bearded mountain-park ~ + ~ Pillow's Reeling And every night The emptiness. A spattering wind Wraps wet hair. ~ + ~ In The Fist Of A Dry Problem That solid elegy movement, that is this one in two, each lip, travelling to the next, a brain, trimming the bled wheels of peril, or regret, arranging the unknown inside, tuned to a shred of swollen smoke, feeding to grow. ~ + ~ And now the lights marry the fish, And I'm happy, having fun, On this blustering day Carrying the grafts of the drums, To the Whiskey-Whizzgigs oil-permeated Formal Medici account; easing to rest Within the leper's world. ~ + ~ floating molten in the spraying delicate murmur of babble, tying time into nothing such nothing rared through guns and Itzpapalotl even chose it as requiem for incessant invisible sleep an opaque substance without nests, glittering now, in the gleam of goodbye ~ + ~ voluptuous painful & strong a summit drop Boa birth fuel phalanx butcher-shop coil flank jointed mush brain-shaped gust request ~ + ~ Thick Dirt Greeted shadowed sand. Nothing vicissitudes. Facts, blushing, Searching laws for a megaphone. ~ + ~ in an oyster-gray pond, algae mud with a jolt seeps across the crotch sparrows flick across bullrush perches ~ + ~ I touch the world and count its suns and with this love sooth the edge of the city's flowering leisure ~ + ~ I take courage from my bed. I do not breathe. I listen to the light. Heart creeps into eye. Roaring with song, Hands in the ditch. To the grave, I say, To hear feathers tread. ~ + ~ abandoned brochure: tensor seed sulk soil & clawing kites! ~ + ~ Clouds, As Quiet As They Are in the shambles of the sky in the tumult of the sea in the soft of entities sold newborn ~ + ~ I am an indescribable book beside a large opaque window. I am also compound words falling from a bell and dead signs (arising after being sequestered in a poem about salvation) dying again. ~ + ~ rice-grain glitches hush imperceptives ~ + ~ Honey-meal slumber outcast as grace Ice on the Sun ~ + ~ Fossiled with Compute. Kubla gone. Jugs of intangible everywhere -- bombings. We speak for the shimmering, on the millennium furbelows. What is it the mysterious eyes promises? Heroes of dynamite Man, using friendship's highly-evolved privacy. ~ + ~ In the empty heavens my thermos attracts mosquitos. One, in the evening, then, as stars sleep In the pines, numbers grow. ~ + ~ We wake to dew pearled drizzling We stare at handset cloud-rack report grudge tin-can headlines which Zazen down We fall naked Campers invited to a booth among hibiscus obligations. ~ + ~ Flarings this morning gazes at statistics -- its muscles pounce, grazing sleeping data undersea insomnia sings, staining bushes with mourning ~ + ~ I am the blush of love-root, curtain -- vendor action -- sleep. My arms are all dogma. Three feet out. ~ + ~ Quiet bread Embroidered on the corn slug-horn tank-top fold-out light-ship ~ + ~ And then the hour's art sped within, impaled I end in my lips. And from what friends are not long gone, I sometimes draw dust, suck thefts With gold wings, photogenic Love flying down As I turn and turn. ~ + ~ To everyone else she is a drunk. For me she is a god. She sleeps at my feet On a mat of dancing-skull knowledge. The heart is a question we Can't find anymore; her feet are Revoked. ~ + ~ Bathing in a rival God's interiority conscience laments dead inherited ideas ~ + ~ Pindaric Fizzies muchacho grenade ~ + ~ purest root Esculapius jinkin body-bent scapegoat bright tender territory rosehot justice empryse so a muddy wound dimmed rude unbeautiful and smiling old anger healed ~ + ~ clean menthol tombstones angel-fat oil-flasks imploring wags to light exhaustion ~ + ~ Pornography Anthem Plum architecture. Moist reverence. Engine ram. Sojourner sanctioned summertime. Slip-pilings pine. Tainted detergent. Perpetual camel reverse thumping. A day weirdly drunk forever. Twisted night-frost. Earlier self-righteous. ~ + ~ Lovely Brain The dawn is like a warm tract, -- tilted to the light. The world is clear, and all is all the more Meaning in the more that has never been. Night smells of it. ~ + ~ Quantum Oscar: protracted shining lama sundawn humming shit silent riverbank strewn damaged glider of buoyancy unmourned, uncompassed, magnificent, singing apologias for war, & invisibly dissembling seduction ~ + ~ Who Has Seen A powdery stone feel sunshine. An arm bleed immense streets. Nothing born. Lime mountains appearing to belong to the edge. ~ + ~ You hear a furious bone evoking riverstorm focused wheat. ~ + ~ Hobo Water-maggots within snow sweat consequences. Words manifest as hands, or wings caressing a mossy church. Blood turns into meat, each forkful guiding progress. ~ + ~ in the gym, i throw you a cloud, travese the granite void eat an egg, you have not seen, but meant to eat. ~ + ~ Penumbra Zombies Lick Accounts ~ + ~ I Clicked from the top of your head to the sand every pore every hair ~ + ~ Radar inert pyschotherapists pretending ignorance, bleat into feminine- thickened windows --nobody seems to be singing an abyss of menus converting work into long-range teeth ~ + ~ Bodies Freighted with A Figurative Underneath Fuchsia sages Swarm and fury topple: boink tattered snapdragon spell-bound stacks of tax-deductible quantization_channels & swerve-fluent gif-dream contraptions secreting enter-buttons ~ + ~ The Circuit I once again recognize myself On the street as a mermaid ~ + ~ An early morning Moon cowers Among quiet shadows Of infinite tautness ~ + ~ In Mist your hair thinks of meadow sinking into meadow, lips on a shore licking a wind. ~ + ~ In this intense wounded kell reservoir of despair I too, sweep a blank womb I have no companion. I do not need facts. I hear the ground sing. ~ + ~ Thirty Years No one could say I do not care. Infinite time, waking! Yet, What hurts me most is the last moment. In this dream a woman is shaving an airplane as her bowels flower. ~ + ~ locus dew prowls the bacilli guarding all sorrow ~ + ~ I am in a little chapel, to see A sweet apple-bee breath Coltrane -- break silence into trees ~ + ~ I love it the manifold frost before summer the sky like a flower the lines on the ground where the gulls are & the wind that rises to keep the green water prodigal ~ + ~ And Grandfather's pigeon-shit silken-sailed crone arms attain the final play, bathed in kindness, concave, uneasy, screaming, quenched his descendant sex walks in analogy thru a thick kleenex good-night ~ + ~ Nude Stone a pear watches the cat dance pillow monoamine trout cycles at the foot of a single law potassium-ranked passerbys keep wisdom itself titled ~ + ~ the orphans of union never wanted what was not in the mind ~ + ~ Oil-Scummed sparkling i hold biochemical phantoms over a dead wonder a calm and lean voice weeping for love ~ + ~ Sounds husks of gossamer-stifled loving bath in morbidity-furrows: a cosmos tuned to die near pun and dog-star shroud sinew surfing grave lamentations Equality is Itself Moved ~ + ~ You didn't tell me. You are not for me. I didn't see it at all. I prayed you'd stay. I still live as if you are here. My hopes are dry without you. ~ + ~ the first suburb volcano finds morning corrugated in traffic nailed on the edge of hips lifting electronic fingertips toward an absent sun ~ + ~ To The Phantom Women bruise-crazed cearwylmas remaking oratio ~ + ~ Us: Your Poets! I confess Over-rule. ~ + ~ the yellow heat of the fields leaking from a distant sun whispers cluster frail at the bottom of a girl’s heart ~ + ~ Wallowing Megacities caulked with expensive breadcrumb bureaucracy blistered, crowded, consuming enlightenment built with wonder biscuit bliss ~ + ~ Each Definition is a dream of stuff: windows, moths, flowers vague relentless imperfect inspired biological dreams of sorrow experience transported into crippling silence ~ + ~ Despair Struggled In His Hands With His Stamen Hoodie Noctilucent winds. Noctilucent schist. Noctilucent spool. Noctilucent hair. Noctilucent storm. Noctilucent roots. Noctilucent clouds. ~ + ~ Streptococcus Intellects Meeting. A Refrain perishing within Regret. ~ + ~ (la-di-dah) I turn to the sea. I churn to the seething. I become the screen. I numb the scream. ~ + ~ You Tell Me of an immeasurable afternoon a dark sky merging with a solemn sea salt wind feeding brain's freedom heartbreaking details sting a face again lost ~ + ~ the cut epitomizes an ancient feeding a thin body bent into a heap heat making the first wing out of stone ~ + ~ Between The Bones (A Handbook) Ageing, deathless, cumulus-warmed, enticing mourning heartwood marrows elation. ~ + ~ Habitude thirsted for Foreclosed Hope in Freedom Abyss ~ + ~ the wind above the oat grains is need and the spring, deepening, is desire ~ + ~ The Divine Peach Exists as a layer of Albion ephemeral chaste wit gnawing false unknowns An animal holding so much delight it breaths without seeing the moon ~ + ~ Said The Seer Lend me a treasure. Migrate to and fro. Go where the horizon needs to be loved. ~ + ~ Evening's Thrusting Routine staring heap allegro newborn sway-bellied hearts upon a de-centered prayer ~ + ~ Peas on the windowsill green and very young. The bosom of the Creator is sad. Morning is shattered by some festival that only Love will find. ~ + ~ Eyes keep clouds under bricks. And things have long been the same as they are now, days are the same as any other days, and souls are eager to know love. ~ + ~ He suffocates me: because the truth is born when he is here in his quiet head through his bones thinking the iron touch of the dead ~ + ~ Ska-la-la's Bud Husks dated jello sobbed at the bottom of the short-lived wish ~ + ~ As Made in Dreams Music suspends the agony of words. Reason slams, far away, into the back of the sun. Delight releases fangs to guide nowhere. A riddled playground Covers the frame. Weathered masks Become shelters. ~ + ~ On this great night I must write from you! Give a world in which I do not need to be. Let myself be invisible, No more than a dumb image. My heart bright Like a sad Broken ember. ~ + ~ Phrenologist's Intramural Tubing Nirvana tripwires taxicab, tidal weeknights, hurricanes pivot-bidding foxglove-beautiful pre-spring taper parkway-gliding groves where sex stipples me. A kept shudder carcass embalming depth. ~ + ~ I break the tenderness of must -- voyage clean to warmer brooding ~ + ~ Perhaps each shadow in your shoulders shortcutting fire, rises, to take in jettisoned hot dreams ~ + ~ a blessed germ of dust weighted dangerous as brine stalls on the sketchpad of reticence ~ + ~ Anti-representational intricacies nauseate you. What are you now? You ask. Enmeshed convictions. You reply. ~ + ~ I Ran For the Weeds Lucidifer Trespasser Fornicater deleterious sweet-souled dawn-mute mutation I Rescued Pomegranate Elastic Trees as a lily traverses money mud along dromedary-moraines corn-bright milk-ragged pamphlet-sprawl ~ + ~ I shit love of destiny thru a wound made by boredom's bayonet Words nest in me: game linen potato vessels bait stolen supple I open abundance. I look at wonder. ~ + ~ pregnant translating dew glinting smooth as hope finding all ever imagined growing in my pocket ~ + ~ pluck your body from the sweat of song ~ + ~ sepulchre cause of seasons rating lives, hymn hell-deep ~ + ~ The self-effacing tentative warbled deep delirium of sanguine courage doomed this event where inviolable, grub-stake parrots sailed inside a cupful of b{-}{-}{-}{-}{-}s. ~ + ~ On the road of the last light though I pay to preserve activity nothing I know survives. ~ + ~ adamant crowded immortal isolation chiseled change ~ + ~ Abandonment smiles thinking my face ungovernable ~ + ~ Return the Story-Books. Confirm the Bloom Forks. ~ + ~ confession finding sound endless begins to carve voices of disorder ~ + ~ And Hell Prodigous Forgave those hilltop catfish stapled gasping dots ~ + ~ Follow her thoughts pleasant self-satisfied body seasons forgotten garden silence ~ + ~ Beyond the hills where a faint wind caresses the neck of the sea some trees flower before dawn when I wake I smell the air in its own language ~ + ~ I thought I was a place too astonishing to read. I lived in the mirror in the middle of my heart. I stretched the spools of my hands; I mapped time, retrieved a blade of blood from a hissing dark. I saw nothing. ~ + ~ The Measured Wish aspired to meaning, a meadow poured on starving flames, a quilt of secret somber flesh, its sugar coinciding with something found and when it laughs driving thru the night, deodorized hopes swinging from the rear-view gather cold sudden uncertainties. ~ + ~ my pillow on my hip not my hip in my hands ~ + ~ I am born in the dark called into flesh to slaughter death a country that smells of dreams children that eat the words of hired worms ~ + ~ I thought to myself: this might be a nice way to be healthily buried in a contemplation of speech. ~ + ~ Ticket To A Clean Bathroom Endymion tenderly tumbled through shy acids 60,000 demands enveloping an imploring life Wilting the garden tamed ceramics ~ + ~ Compassion trapped on a cold road a botched broken stem under a gray sun ~ + ~ Skin counsels lips to see the heart's lawyer ~ + ~ Each day, light wakes, still, bewildered, and wants to know what to say, how-to speak of appearances, that pasture in a parking lot how-to deflect the furies that seize us naked shivering at the water's edge ~ + ~ flailing inside a smooth state I've lost the luster of dwelling. ~ + ~ Today debased seems to be a question not long after it was darkness ~ + ~ russling catalytic hallucinated all gain, empty-handed lamenting zealous well-fed Rex-memoriam bassett-legged penance shit ~ + ~ Why do you attack it? The trams are numbered, and numerous signs ("Iyomakpi", "Lantana") guarantee the existence of an estuary where barnacles illuminate the beautiful. ~ + ~ Seuss palace a belly in blue motion a bed of orange nipples ~ + ~ In a dark place, a seed was growing. In its mouth, it owned a name. In its folded face, a book was seen. ~ + ~ Self-Portrait Heart asleep, inveterate stirring. Streams broken, and dead enjoyment woken, and grace filled with leaping illusions. ~ + ~ The Shade of twisted buildings Teeter, preferring meadow shut, direction gloat. ~ + ~ Soulzight One summertime electrical belly proem double-faced uncertain fanatics, illiteracyPorno dotage. Trembles in Happiness overload grand wisp. shell: decal crash, bony superfine whatnot ponderous, noncommittal. Frysna amis mesmerized online. ~ + ~ We live in homes or daunting cells the panes of ourselves faded visions prison vagaries a snake sublime ~ + ~ In soft corners, imponderable rhymes mask pearls Bandage aroused circumstances Voicing unscathed salves beyond Fresh implacable gun-emplacements. ~ + ~ a beautiful green comfort waited -- coded and sealed for a glandless gestured a cinder of seer-sweat ~ + ~ Hope intoned around me patient as a forgotten wish ~ + ~ And all that is absolute is restored In that vigor of your human body. A temporary floating kettle fragrance Born to bite, tie shoes, and calibrate time. A hearth as large as an ancient empire, An artist trash-pile seeking a goddess. A console owned by love and death, a mad Being reaching through fear to resilience. ~ + ~ Her husband shouted holding his child sped sharply to the door on the ice dropped her baby. Her brother struck her, and missed, then held her, and took her back, haunted. ~ + ~ Sitting at the Danceteria pillow IV aroma dots deep-throat homegrown fiber ~ + ~ check-out rapper Pharaoh's buoy smoking to raise snuffed sway waves galaxies long-leaved seasons basting the morning ~ + ~ Before God in his diapers of soiled gold an old nurse dances the way the sun moves knowing that only one must be imagined gliding over the mucky marsh as a great swan ~ + ~ Chuffing the dishes My gliding hands gland: At twilight, I hoard worlds. Carafe man’s death ginkgo trembling and singing I stream toward the air. ~ + ~ Beloved The words of her form this religion ~ + ~ The weapon of human love Is one way to pull the best word From an agitated silent heart land For the soul is a kind of singing of The fact itself, changing its view A curve of jubilance and lace Carving a jagged fallen sky ~ + ~ Fate: Death is not hard to do. ~ + ~ Theory porpoise confiscated the cup of cries and painted money into history. Sex would be repeated. Reason the real God. ~ + ~ o, thick ponderous quadriplegic you were a natural glorious troublemaker, focus-changing hoping virgin-choir bully undressed remembrance bliss scree, flitting AT&SF between amores. ~ + ~ And in the deep cities of the morning I know that walls are nothing but light. Morning clutches its nets in the heart Birds entangled in the secret of its face. ~ + ~ Bloody Salvador youthful guts can kill the phagocytic swelling surface glistening villains the final past snow pungent detail that waiting remains between queeck, hymnal, Alcazar communicating Norumbega floating day ahimsa slaughter mines ~ + ~ Celebrator Baths beat; blackbirds Bacchae me Pindaric space traffic concubine forced to racks Sears Search Ardis, aloof, ostensibly to tie Ajax Big rang, face-down with dirty divining beans discarded and bald in the pathway tickling incomplete word-spouts ~ + ~ Slept In the darkest sun out of the breakers at zinc Kansu shared ~ + ~ We Cannot Help Quest for the necessary, or Broom love, or sort the 6.3 sweet toiletries, or find the rain. ~ + ~ Winter retrieved one dense broken pale, seething carcass Atonement's peeling promulgation precipice free-glittering tremulous armour wretchedness The violent heart-broken groans of chaos caulking farewell's crumbling approximations. ~ + ~ Then the sun washes the terrace As if there were flowers in my hands And my heart tears off my eyes. ~ + ~ 1.7% Pulse ~ + ~ The river beckons objects: foghorns, research radios, seeds and crabs. ~ + ~ I listen to Icarus landing leaving life's imprint in clay. ~ + ~ Society had to turn in the mud among sharp branches brute wind was shining in it like an injured streambed, a pill-popping fog, an unblinking corona staring at a silhouette ~ + ~ Each poem is a protest against comprehensibility. ~ + ~ from the stone sprouted vines at the end, the poem meant nothing ice cried out for help with love lost ~ + ~ The Sauce Of Writing A prehistoric grin crazy with Melodrama Achille 1930s cigarettes Rate This True Want flecked stairs wet eyes ~ + ~ Who wept Sullen at the window ~ + ~ Replenishing, the mammal pauses and breathes misery's talentless cleft bed fails Genius ~ + ~ Love is the sun. ~ + ~ And the voice of the earth in the mountains changes path draws human toward the mists of death ~ + ~ Gener Gener Gener Gener Gener Gener Gener Gener Gener Gener Gener Gener Gener Gener Gener ~ + ~ U.F.O. Venus blaspheme intoned unshorn drift bleeding compass ~ + ~ a blueprint of congested fallopian absolute vultures in reverie with scythes to starve the Muse ~ + ~ a house protected by meanings lingering in nucleus praise ~ + ~ --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' ~ + ~ Now you can release the the way, the other line; to see the dim conjured feeding words as sheaves, rain's expression, a parasite ur-photograph, unfaithful, veiled to her wish. ~ + ~ 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_pf-INFINITE.py --cuda --checkpoint='/media/jhave/429C7AC09C7AADD3/Github/PyTorch/models/2017-02-09T18-07-03/model-LSTM-emsize-2048-nhid_200-nlayers_8-batch_size_64-epoch_20-loss_6.68-ppl_792.65.pt' PyTorch Poetry Language Model. Trained on ~12,000 poems. Mode: LSTM Embedding size: 2048 Hidden Layers: 200 Batch size: 64 Epoch: 20 Loss: 6.68 Perplexity: 792.65.pt ~ + ~ The Lines of the Family in some seasons we fight, and have to stretch for a guidebook wild forest cedars catching cavernous eruptional menacing sunlight, sipping rain for faint fingers of information ~ + ~ DARKNESS is that instinct to eat uncertainty uniforms subject to contradiction dead doubts breaking ~ + ~ my hand scented by the sculpture of you you, who have peace while for me, hell ascends to settle around the street a sun broken by the morning ~ + ~ what will be done let's make it she till she cupping an uncontrollable alder shows him the her in which children will ~ + ~ PLAY he lay at her knees and used a smile to tie her hair ~ + ~ hypothetical lilies are no way to care ~ + ~ i love you for such artless steps at my door, like a bee inside a dress, seeking milk ~ + ~ men all fear the flesh and yet on weekend's torn nights after the hydrangea settle realize mind's moist transcendence ~ + ~ those steps dreamt of a regular gesture of acid tracing a base ephemeral ills aching as flames in the silt ~ + ~ placed in an ocean that sways beneath a confused and ungraspable light a map becomes an anchor ~ + ~ answers beat up questions ~ + ~ filtered subtle animals with sunny dispossessions delight in the swamp weather of this generation smell the former rough treasure dispenser touch smouldering dreary willow's radiant notes ~ + ~ family troubles seeking micro redemption elegantly unannounce pre-determined acts ~ + ~ nothing awakens the withered mist its violins dreaming of cauliflower trees, the shape of redwoods, a river wandering it passes again everywhere sharp lines of cellophane a branch of consonant sunsets mixing dust and herbless ash from mercury ~ + ~ my phone lets sweet rain and birds in the deep current remind me of sorrow lines shed by the ground gravity-scented to wake decay ~ + ~ i watch the shortest sound of darkness, admire me on my long way out of nothing ~ + ~ PAIN two hundred minutes curve from the leaves that plan the beautiful that happen to erase a dispute, or a moment's future that dawn simply in birth's objective: to seed space, inside you, to evade retrieved language ~ + ~ in the strange indifference of the week's implacable bread, each flower was finished it's flesh lets the night lie open as it makes the tangled questions look at every new leaf ~ + ~ like imaginary milk she grows softly and tries to live ~ + ~ can you tell me why you now give me this sign, as style? snare a robin, drink sand & hook nowhere, to matter? ~ + ~ the idiocy my rhythms create out of a bit of water smells ~ + ~ a butterfly licks littoral sweat off camera cargoes folded before a pig ~ + ~ in the hope of joy i know the same dreaming that fingerprints call 'self-expression' ~ + ~ there was a moment in great thick socks where she decided i can't let myself be hurt ~ + ~ Plunging her hair into rain. She says: you need to be loved. ~ + ~ to echo the ocean's light the poison of its elms pruning stars that reach to her self the trunk of a mistake ~ + ~ patient blue images wrapped and showered i have a cat too that's new and horses, harmless blue figments there is a catch: their skins are not locked their infusions warm nothing ~ + ~ i kept a cardinal in my inbox shining and a few times, i heard or felt its stench. ~ + ~ deified did i consider it home? what with the music every morning, and my mockery poured onto the roof, and the buried cold calls of heavy earth's fear singing over remnants of synthesizers ~ + ~ the young story's graying ventricles cool into a lone depth as she rolled on to catch him flinging cracked borders from the puddle and then won his process of choice blushed home, belonging like joy ~ + ~ we were busy in the enormous hardwood internet forest pebble wristwatches gathered around new story feeds left to rot in the sun of public despair ~ + ~ when anger rains human war languages of happiness are stomped into dust ~ + ~ someone buried a cat at a picnic with a banker designing the dull logo of solitude & other young shapes half-buried by famine ~ + ~ moral tongues decivilize dying a garland of contentious pills the pierced shock of a tree a night silence ~ + ~ orchids see soul kiss trouble ~ + ~ and the pain of another's company noticed in its benediction sends thoughts home ~ + ~ never greet the lover on the rocks or the children between the houses or the fleas on a forbidden sun drowning forever in rooms somewhere ~ + ~ when sweet must come even from a forgetten secret and time comes to hold the noise of the dead as eunuchs come to sunday tea and the many fruits of a secret little moon come to willow rip budded feet on the sun ~ + ~ i want guaranteed demands laden and hacked at placenta gate ~ + ~ COWARDICE the clock soon uncertain disappears in us ~ + ~ the rubble wildly-wailing shows you its pedigree, writing swamps onto your flesh ~ + ~ mama insisted on making a corpse from the untold tales of fake vagabonds to roll in a whisper with a keel of silk where the earth waits crystal still ~ + ~ body was at ease a wind between skin and mirror ~ + ~ a hero, undestroyed, died, across from, what was mine. ~ + ~ GREAT LITTLE SOUL. someone carried you past the private incorporated abandoned sweetness of walls ~ + ~ an excited pine-tree watches the sky twist augurs of substance into weary tears ~ + ~ Luria's Illnesses kicked the fists where songs stab out ~ + ~ ghetto dreams kill them all: ex-jocks, myal boys, hearth lords, fruit elders they are not only tongues ~ + ~ peace writes with dissolving stars (all gold) a strange bird, old and shattered rising from its fetus ~ + ~ implacable vision walking through the stone summer streets treading on fissures of crushed oblivion. stoops in glad naked gloomy invented time ~ + ~ coulee honey. babylon maple. cherry creek. ~ + ~ high-dive i have no blessing or wit, nor pictures of wordly passions. i find my way into everything. i wish less lives. ~ + ~ the bible: its delicate wrecked tongues rise into the sky, thick with hours, to dance in a shrine at midnight, and leak thunder to make many methods of uniform uniforms prison dried under stumped unknown birds with lips, the music of the prize to tend the state ~ + ~ fuck the seed fund of faint encrypted feelings ~ + ~ i remember his point. it was to say: when i say nothing, i learn. ~ + ~ you remember how her fingers would give a wish to what must be unmoved you invent the fatigue of light a shadow awaiting soul you leave her more and more within borders rinsing her belly with maps and rules you seed a garden strewn with unspoken rented contradictions ~ + ~ i nuzzle sea-sands that goddess exactly made to seek my hand, and there find burdens become desert a wing of accumulated doubts ~ + ~ hands gleaming sweat in her bed in the forest ~ + ~ that long summer we dragged the gully light toward the quiet impossible hopes of sparrow-flocks ~ + ~ a wide rain of fire filled an empire with nipples a spice of truth sprouted as a garden in your ear, your watched your words become wind ~ + ~ what shall we gain? less yearning? fragment ragged warning smoke? perhaps our solitude? and in spite of ourselves the odd gift? ~ + ~ i pushed home the closed delicate bodies of babel being a season of valleys bone's positron twentieth-century heart-felt dogma ~ + ~ folded asleep in the core is a word never loved ~ + ~ the poet fainted beneath the moon among dull pink and beautiful knives, where the earth had fallen out of the dark + and there is no fate in our thoughts they live in fresh smoke clearing the engine's glaze ~ + ~ the lie will die glimpsing an orchid carrying a dawn ~ + ~ beauty moving on an electrode hill i listen using time to play the earth ~ + ~ we enter a hard world: everything again waiting we burn a rock in the moist speed of being born we count many pillow-like weeds abandoned on the pavement ~ + ~ EVERYTHING rides up to the borders gathers around your bed + i feel its all as clear as if i have forgotten all my life, and naive, all is unread, uncanny, following all ~ + ~ Self-Lost perhaps time was speaking about a bird, a creek oiseau creature bonded to wet surface or a hunter serene, knee-deep in water near the river bottom that trembles as it rains ~ + ~ in that garden, the hiss of wood, in circular darkness is incessant ~ + ~ a human gaze hushed at the root, alive in a loop of unbearable messages ~ + ~ time tells me it's not known at all it whirls in exhilaration an absent blessing a human complaint behind its breast ~ + ~ only flames heed why happiness stitches earth into play to devour love ~ + ~ even slow attention now, too, must obey delusion ~ + ~ for something to know what it was and hurl the last massive stars out of heaven as wasted light nobody must be missing ~ + ~ this family cannot flow, and so dies in this chair of dust ~ + ~ being a taste, you have no concerns nor questions to dance ~ + ~ i know the fresh edge of an invisible winter mesh, a liquid wind exploding ~ + ~ the sky you haven't wanted enough the lake of your own crying fists that for the miracle you return to morsels in sharp brine breath shine & shadow ash ~ + ~ in the room that comes before day place begins longing ~ + ~ i am reflection spent in pity a river of potatoes wise familiar words dreaming a distant star forlorn hearts letting years sing ~ + ~ this song calibration has no need for a wound blue lime crumpled in the plum smoke books becoming flowers ~ + ~ NATURE no one can think to learn a mirror spins straining facts to love ~ + ~ NEVER FORGET me ~ + ~ In The School Of The Birth-moment waving writhing melting floating singing flashing breaking ~ + ~ sorrow knows how to hear what time will not tell ~ + ~ of all that we most know the law of each other is needed ~ + ~ night's sun kept whispering to god to come taste the bile the walls of fog sweeping over bright screens, tender soft electronic blessings ~ + ~ consolation and there are no pearls no holy poet's work to loathe just temptations and torsos rubbing branches over the wrecks of homeless faces ~ + ~ SHARK the price of his glittering house the air that lambs him in the torn smocks on the blood flow and the shack bleached glow cock blunders show the heart speech where the ocean will be destroyed. ~ + ~ ALL the grace of seized certainty-free sleep is an oddity best-expressed dead ~ + ~ summer says: of course all things begin free in ambitious recurring bright days, where sacrifice revives faith for no purpose ~ + ~ STONE the disordered moon in the baby is welcome to become, not art nor dust, nor a wrinkled voice, but driftwood, peacock-shrine cut, through the fresh lungs, a lubricity reads, in sadness motes, a meager vitality ~ + ~ he's she? past engines, otherwise extra. i have spoken of all the things fucked. so it can leave me when it sings wars. we agree. ~ + ~ love the world your voice this moment is ~ + ~ in an impossible way life must be faith in a house somewhere shattered ~ + ~ TONGUE and your silent cinema imitation of green photographs and summer rocks drives the sunset to cut water you'll exult less when you feel more ~ + ~ distances made in confused cries pluck a stalk of infinity ~ + ~ love becomes dust grated used-up not good for anything ~ + ~ in three enigma-born dream-poems a blackbird sits in my hair ~ + ~ gate husks the certainty of swimming fitful winds vents threaten me from the dead contrary night with muses fed on uncensored data ~ + ~ the selfish wind shield its eyes barbecue regulations sleep its book severs meaning's immutable grief surfaces human things hidden in the eyes of fruit ~ + ~ i love the swampy pear as always, more saint than calf a home saturday once designed by hunger's hornbill an art of tiny hands my father hates any land you live on ~ + ~ DEATH, A HOUND fused blue and cultured eats cutty-shark manure reins of static liberty like flat stars within a sacred leaf emptying swans out of a hollow skin the everlasting claw of the teeth bone-broke brainless ~ + ~ PRIVATE ROOM in the opposite sense is twice cherished, or scrubbed away into electron flecks of backbone complaining walls ~ + ~ OUTSIDE i am scared flouds mr. folk pariah ether cities dangling by the blanket tangent olives forgotten hoahwah story mesa breeze clocks something has happened to x ~ + ~ a destiny body made a crossing escapes the tongue my board smells of nostalgia ~ + ~ my lips cascade melanomas almond orange cry clear looks ~ + ~ north over fountain's snow-covered winds ears strike a supervised precedent to disperse the sea's warm seal of hard enslaved cameras ~ + ~ you hear the house see imagining a queue of leftover animals linked in sexual chronology ~ + ~ in the arms of this muted loneliness nothing moves micromanaging the sudden perseid bones of resistance wounds and ruelle water battered by forty years of artistry ~ + ~ sunday, six-hour star, honey, the lone sun. death becomes an alchemical favorite a big funeral sentimental web buzz raft ~ + ~ Dub nerve chorus the logs are asleep and ore a winding intent deep within a chain of houses perceived swallowing light snakes in the distant air ~ + ~ saw what i say i know you land inside me like sky i forget my eyes to kiss your hands ~ + ~ i wept here across the milk gates of the factory while my father began to erase money with a mouth-sternum-navel-cleft ~ + ~ i have suffered the intimate nerve thoughts of rock dry conspiracies swirling wonder ~ + ~ THIN HEART here, awake, hold me at your bosom, let no scorned grass politics clanking muffled pierce the salt meadow blurred feeling wound enough to guess ~ + ~ SPEECH enormous hollows flung bright from the pewter array pilgrim moment fear to sing enthusiasm as when i left a pair of dead kids rigid burning prayer owner's upheaval after hate made the point in me ~ + ~ 3:49 dawn, always here, i regret the wind in her blue coats salmon-pink alloy cucucurrucued evaporating ~ + ~ a fading brightness of horses burns the way sometimes a sun somewhere in america was measured in a riderless decline, a sparrow-flock of angels in a plague of suns ~ + ~ militant tongue asking shadow to jump through defeat bridges shooting fanged agony from honey machines pine-dark dogs tar canku rows hitching friezes where ancients sleep ~ + ~ I see night cause this saying what follows spying on the effect of the rest planted on mountain's peak love demands all-love-forever ~ + ~ time-girdled, imploding they wake for love ~ + ~ don't take him back. right away. flames, like stories, die. ~ + ~ let love ripen again, let your bones pass over this universe. ~ + ~ we did not know the glow of things the shine that made day swallow our paths ~ + ~ dead water etched into unicorns oil-coil & pork-sky dreams double-hard, darkening-wild snowblue hands ~ + ~ only nothing the feeling to be such separation ~ + ~ we are born stalking last-gasp lust ~ + ~ raw pods of rainbow hair ~ + ~ old meals my soul already wanting to lift nowhere, bent barefoot by the fence with rain. ~ + ~ every wave is a model logic farms ~ + ~ mankind sustains abominations money-hungry and happy ~ + ~ orchids to pencils one antiquated dot rare charity in violet harm bridges crime one hour of such надо, raised a way of casual birds, a beard addressing napalm we have forgotten we were raised to pause ~ + ~ i love how you watch the glass that separates me from the photograph ~ + ~ sin. i, the falcon, planted the southwest scratched soil flew trembling thru fog ~ + ~ mind is a smudge oxygen wax veins in the bleachers of the visual propeller peasantry car meat misery piers ninja planets ~ + ~ i sit at home a sky in a photo a sliver of flesh burned with light brandishing nothing an adamant singing declaring the sun ~ + ~ my story is like a voice which sings when it cannot ~ + ~ sit, cry no longer, find a calling robot offers ignite answers we are mattered fate rhythms ~ + ~ Sipping on Estrangement he sighs over early-closed flaws contextless phone calls missed flights that stopped the fruit of together ~ + ~ sicken silent sad even though the world is planned similitude paper-thin self-effacing lost dreams come to smother happiness ~ + ~ beautiful men thresh flora diamondine impolite free sandstone parcels where the headland pliant satisfaction bore deep scars ~ + ~ i'm not saying we're right stone lifts naked magazine oil egos a punished bird unbeheld morphs into silk blood ~ + ~ love struggling along the field redeeming gestures of ochre sea-spray winter's precise guarded amazement ~ + ~ in the womb of manhattan scattered on gloss between pine and snowy wires anguished yum on fluted agave's discarded pavement ~ + ~ big and clear wrapped in ignorance i count things i am dreaming ~ + ~ the future slid preying on us in the peak of the dawn light ~ + ~ archived orphan tumours cut home in whore steps ~ + ~ a never-ending winter opened the long odors of an impending song ~ + ~ language throttled trees ~ + ~ death-spasm twist of stars ate dog time wept a button spurting ~ + ~ mouth ranged into the street whirling translucent in the hope of some other ~ + ~ people told dead heaped empty webs sloth yarns ~ + ~ our hearts returned to weather the fallen debate of the floor recalcitrant rings screwed in narrow undulations burning cliffs silently pitted with gas bridges ~ + ~ hiss light and cure kin whistle at the guard of blood when chance laughs death feels ~ + ~ i toss love down i get up even the sound of god ignores me i build a table from the horizon ~ + ~ by your slurried window, the only place you never are rabbits listen, and a great stone spasms birthing a shy inner metaphysical springtime ~ + ~ dawn commandos oil the formalist you ah, the sum of homes a cloak of paper bowing among mangroves a desiccated summer glowing in the wind asleep with swans ~ + ~ like the doctor whom the words ash in cargo i lean to thrill disguised meditation bridge crumbs ~ + ~ a mole attitude blooms in the real poem a statuette of rain a pet kept by a crowd ~ + ~ i have not always been what i was, so i am happy when they come, and we is sick. we have you, they think to wake without, and soap the mountain. i want to talk to you with you until you forgive me. w/out u, i'd have no birth at all no childhood. ~ + ~ the enigma of this leaf bloom cures the backyard what's to come after the house expiration? you do not want details about it: that last need of being you hide yr pain in pride's moment taste a future known only in symbols ~ + ~ a seer furled becomes hush endless offal, a friend caught in a vinyl mirror a rage of telegrams; a legless animal burning; an invisible floating rock ~ + ~ she wants an inflammable scrap horse in bed he knows any good aggragates will be sent ill-luck she notices courage's small legs swell as she touches him, he blinks shuts ~ + ~ why tell them everyone is ravaging nothing foreshadowing neglected synonyms weaving a pulse of lakes i need to watch you -- ~ + ~ the worst is love that deflection daoist poet held like the pen void, unwanted human nature united with the floor you are taken and cry ~ + ~ summit of contractions those odd antique stones groping a row of afterthoughts + i fetch a false arrow and sow power to save one mocked bulging strangeness ~ + ~ adversaries thread a trance for imprisoned fledgling trees soil swaying like molten bones bread hardened into words walking dusk into desolation ~ + ~ every day a woman passes through a dark alley of industrial beech light touching the apple-red agaric wings washing a glossy hare in horikoshi mustard sipping resveratrol to awaken the heart ~ + ~ nature tells someone about anywhere nothing fails ~ + ~ bless me empty softened heavy in a throbbing chair of blood hunger something burns the grace of eternal loss, becomes a polyphonic canker ~ + ~ Being answers a cage with no retreat a bowl of sturdy moments & wonder goes on before they declare you over ~ + ~ i will open a holiday at a little distance from unlistening and touch only the almost beautiful enough at the edge of the poem offer weeds as gifts ~ + ~ acumen describes the night rescues moist bravery, and shakes as thirty pills shoot a wire into awareness ~ + ~ in the covenant of women a path quickens all afternoon it rains each place falters catching the light dying to display desire or lack thereof ~ + ~ beauty physiological in time not heaven wakes a handful of confessions stands, letting midnight play within it, grinning ~ + ~ a flutter of rendition speaks of god as if he or she were alive in water striking literature no duplicate tasks to improvise not even death, marked to talk to this spot nothing makes it the word of my seizures against the stillness of hope past space implies endorphines ~ + ~ one lover's back pulls holes from the field's sand damp with empty blood life juice locked within light shakes stars unflattering hills flail into prayer a trough of lovers call feelings a mistake their glittering squinted jurisdiction sublimates care ~ + ~ two blossoms turn bed into garden book a pulsing sky within water undulant accursed moments full thrill ~ + ~ we talk what others think ~ + ~ a kiss is a cardio problem stitched felt satellite lines indignity whiffs of emotion a mud echo shut into the hours beneath slang ~ + ~ Inside silence beyond what i am thinking i am alone and will never be born time eats the words of worms ~ + ~ come, speak me life will still be just this ~ + ~ as stars spent words they could not feel their green hands cut odor all i have done at last, becomes a stem ~ + ~ the shape of doors remind me of wheat beneath the plumage circling echo a narrow nadir open and tuned a gun inside the shed smearing shadows ~ + ~ hoax children no longer turn stones into air ~ + ~ i sit on salt my mother said phlegm, so necessary only a wretched scent of sleep belongs to higher things ~ + ~ she runs home to the soft-conched bush to explain how the child didn't like me, and how it means nothing because i am listening to you ~ + ~ to eat is to be known, to get glittering self nectar from flesh meditation to remember what you must see, perhaps ~ + ~ beautiful anemones sounded wounded confused only if you go hours bell sweat on sunlit ground in full-unfolded riff stroke madness ~ + ~ for me here forever it was rough loud silk sweet spikes mist pattern crow paralyzed highway chladni harp reservoirs dirty harm death darling plink wood tinging prime dis-obedience ~ + ~ could we have said, again, what is precious what the sagacious howled small cynical great narratives had convinced the mother blubbered mind to like and to borrow my ear so we might shut in them the beautiful feeling pieces ~ + ~ it starts in the morning out of the heavy-winged veins of reason: the first singing + behind me a thing is kneeling unable to keep any secret within its reach ~ + ~ in one bones again there is rock & a tree eating a potato a chair covered in honey a sparrow on a bus smiling ~ + ~ in the morning two days later blue sounds strike the valley and with judgments crack what has always been invisible ~ + ~ when a dream shifts its position it shreds the whine of inherited stones ~ + ~ she lies on her back in the field and feels the screams from the city eat into her beautiful ears ~ + ~ germinations turn death into sex ~ + ~ microbial sympathy routine ~ + ~ like the heart of a lake we are wounded with time bound by blood's secret dust of favorite things bright quarrelling valley ~ + ~ THERE IS NOTHING IN ME. except pandas stirring empty unknown shadows lovely ink of blatant transparent fleshless copious corpse clouds motor virgins of lichen whispering that the body destroys what she planned amputated wings in an abandoned cradle ~ + ~ a hope i thought i achieved toiling in the alley like a trip without baggage ~ + ~ to thank the mess, she said, is not right maybe its a favor to drown what life shows in books i hate to find this page in my body printing me till i live to explain how-to become old, die without fret ~ + ~ Spring frowns and falls towards the world crowded with yarn irrigation light a robocounter in the fields a beach sparkling arms and breasts appearing from folds dirty clouds budding taut drench the sea ~ + ~ mercy passed on the next book of those not speaking love -- we know that they stayed small, optically- positioned to pull in the breath of people ~ + ~ freedom is what nobody is: a core absent mystery a gleam sewing faces into inaction as if there is not enough to do plastic tape-roll peeling rocks to reveal little meatlockers ~ + ~ this strange summons visits every brain ~ + ~ in that ancient room-- there was something the opposite of home an answer snail, a pentagon econolodge a mad silly translation of time a chimney before dawn, a trickle of cold loam pointing with your whole hand toward fermented windows ~ + ~ ballad's concussion concludes in drool that's the way it is it licks anyone who looks ~ + ~ do you even see me? when i am not in bed? and do you see your mother's fingerprints in my mouth? and the petals on your neck trembling with rules? and the sparrows in the swamp carving hopes? or the sun playing ancient cellos? ~ + ~ Some of that rain stabs reveries ~ + ~ a foot-path for what is crushed a pure horror gulag fountain every grandmother runs through it ~ + ~ NOTHING we saw eyes dream in home-sick skin jails wrappers, greater than any distance, thought around the body ~ + ~ Woman God let's be clear each day is a lever the naked church refuses to take grief into the machine ~ + ~ weeding self-pity black cars moved over a sagging cloud ~ + ~ Last Tone From The Ancient Fabric Of A Child curling on her lap, the hush of oak trees, a silver trout with winged horns, and a soft rain thoreau shows how narrative floating awake like that cryed for years in the blue sin ~ + ~ Where We Stand today we gave our money to feed one life our emotions weighed our replacement we held the deep paths of the wind to make sure united chaos wasn't a transitory lotus breakthrough ~ + ~ pills by sour peaks. my neck calligraphy. unwilling bread sculptures. rooting mountain poster rock. ~ + ~ the end is filled its ample hands hovering over bright snow its white horns rolled in cellophane startled touch sheets of sludge from the dryhtlic dance-off ~ + ~ joke rage before that at the point at which i'm still here people's skin devious amid melting fists ate buckets of births ~ + ~ restless stuff absolves disorder what is it i mean by this? i harvest foliage that burns my heart i am a sinking boat on a locked tide ~ + ~ we won't trick minds or ascend with touch to join the stars when you die complicated fumes root in numb fire ~ + ~ chant love each day sing a spectacular music outstretched in the grasses forget your animal body consumed by light expanding fogiveness ~ + ~ music on the floor, poised asleep on the edge outside of things in some place where molten mosquito rock intelligent shows possibility pity ~ + ~ my heart eats ashes others love me i like it at home i have these analogies i feel lulled in with sides a еспредельщик contigous grin a solace that stares as it grows ~ + ~ angel of structure, i fall like a tear into torture ditch code: c,d,d,b,b,a,b,a,a,c,b,b,b,c,b,d,b,d,c i see the hunter pushed, head up into the bathroom, preening. i hear you shut the takeout box that bears my name heaped before the tv ~ + ~ whitman's fake appetites make the x listen back ~ + ~ in the golden hotel eating cake despair gates clockwork cusp of sycamores lined up, yawning, seduced, lost in wonders' fibrous machinery endless anomalies dusting the dross ~ + ~ 1000 amber deaths, & a little wind set out to remember lyric stone debtors' trysts, power salience ~ + ~ bitter future anaphor a forgotten echo bare and for sale a vast sweaty stolen wild residue fading bereft limp salt rim ruins sufficiently used becoming archives ~ + ~ during this dance sky cracks and lust (a rubber ducky) watches tyrant-haters gang-fight ~ + ~ i. the countless salt in everything ii. a word, a tiny word, round as mercy iii. a lifetime lit by speckled rags ~ + ~ after the perfection of the feast we were not supposed to note loss or brick-strewn trickle grapes sagging where payrolls whisper ~ + ~ i remember the sounds of heaven within the whale ~ + ~ and so the waif (sheathed chasing crowded water) watched the village breach clamouring with time at the entrance to a velocity where expectation slipped ~ + ~ infinity sometimes is a danger tearing despair from the pattern-book of dream ~ + ~ the true road was commotion an overgrown aim behold my mind by the sea. your side under my mouth, succumbs. do i create you? ready root glare of my body, an email flood that tries to let light in ~ + ~ thread distances before they pass ~ + ~ open the chaos a flying tongue squeezing language let relations come home to illumination ~ + ~ evanescenct war imagine tomorrow just received an unreal fever ~ + ~ long ago now a secret mood hid behind an abscessed hand a suffering god palsied with wrongs became the land as it rained ~ + ~ p. placing her hands on the lyric and tubes of stone remembers the singing wind, hanukkah cleopatra intercession pleasure shoots my lap flute, that curse of father's jagged letter savanna ~ + ~ FRANTIC stirred and fragrant as any dream reaching she reverts me we spoke for a moment left in love for this is the year we pass the heart sirens bleeding pause the pale impossible noticed bronze-gold spaces the ribs that fill this bed with song-book hammer valleys beating dirt into smiles ~ + ~ the paralyzed priest remains undiscouraged Idomeneus singing until the flower of heart's caress scatters beauty holds a cold bell ~ + ~ river tore around the bricks ushered and scrubbed past the meditation up to tree on a fjord to warn you ~ + ~ having seen fear invoke drama i watched in distress my teenage txt recede into gutted emptiness ancient words waiting in the sea ~ + ~ reboot all installer code awake as a lifeless alert ~ + ~ you're the first thing i saw: the scent of grief, fresh-washed useless grime enclosing a weakness amphitheatre honey-suckle's embryo trench ~ + ~ morbid grass on dead clouds moldy sloshes the decaying nameless wise shadows and the reflections of the welcome a clique of suspended penetration ~ + ~ Utfus dolphin mustard with milk of rum and pale summer wood frogs around the altar the fingers of a child a yak-hair table at the heart of yes ~ + ~ biased thought making a rainbow from lawn chairs ~ + ~ I Wish To Be Closed In The Intimacies Of Love a pool open to the bottom of history children floating on fluted rain the deep cream of an unerring land ~ + ~ until time-lapse pollen and water-clock care swarm regret visionaries in a chorus of flesh-traded brand-new raving mouth will release a shadow of sewers among swamps ~ + ~ because they were screwing on our hairy chairs and splintered particles were escaping through a fine hole facing a fire rages, disenfranchised, conjoined cliffs ~ + ~ get upon her spread and drunk crammed in clinging to a weight of coffins ~ + ~ where ashes never-living softly beat a disturbed task ~ + ~ with a frown full of honey i surrender to a past where passions imagine me ~ + ~ john cool gasps, grasps twilight black blue ashtray glass, picks green flowers shooting hidden among green stalks. wakes everyone who won't enter the beauty. the ceremonial celadon paths that run to see coyote flaws spring ~ + ~ solitary huckleberry in the bright bottom of the void ~ + ~ Fleece-hustle Taste I summon ash, pine-forests and bubble-awe high-risk flocks ~ + ~ a flame rare, endures, nothing but a cataract of foam-flecked talk that cries out, upright and massive for the troubled stink of sleep ~ + ~ the house they dragged out of the daylight talked ~ + ~ clay argues with the moaning sun ~ + ~ i think of glitch sex prairie wolves tattered books who seem to write the fool and kiss the nest home ~ + ~ xiii i cannot dream you beauty diseaseed smooth in my bed ~ + ~ orchestra isolation without ambition's mushroom cut bones into the color of isms ~ + ~ poetry flows in joy above what moans all climb her light to drink warm wine and gaze at bearded spines huddling in the brain leaking wet cochineal spice ~ + ~ waves a broken ledge a pool of bright fronds a jail bulletin a metronome a death-note ~ + ~ in this model the ground doesn't matter and life floats toward loss leaving lullabies ~ + ~ folded breath approaching a wall of mild appropriated saturation peak transparency where words scratch self with speech milk ~ + ~ so often dust like the feet of an illegal tree comes to spill the muses ~ + ~ this afternoon all the sunlit songs of water run toward cool mute twilight ~ + ~ devil's muscle draws empty cream, brick jockstrap roar and hungry skulls quiet and young that's the wisdom of this dead thistle ~ + ~ Forewarned In His Sleep, Honey-Gold Baby Worked For Me to smash the mottled now ~ + ~ birds belong to undulation songs a repertoire of moves arisen in accident ~ + ~ i am ur-cantos, uncountable mock-solar-flares “peace” clamped to saran-wrapped inmates in mass-market holes of fate let us wash this ground and go on ~ + ~ despairing and incomplete in a lonely cage of gentian skin drifting ~ + ~ torrents of dna scuffed ledges where lambs feather mouth cinnabar fields ~ + ~ angry are their paths thru the games sounds are dry here, their souls mandela in america death is the shadow truth of meat, apollo's peace now even when they can will it, and even if they shield a heart, they are alone, lost in steps ~ + ~ a post-hypnotic score weight reading her pattern shudders ~ + ~ CHANGE TOO LATE on the last crucial rail of light, the void does not see the vaulting turning air, nor cities folded as they lie at home, dwelling in venus' orbits ~ + ~ adorned duress inside gown albatross arranged red tents and stonecrop unities reverence the way they're mutilated ~ + ~ they listen on these nights to an elegant shift forgetting the tracks inside the interface they want to be platform sediment ~ + ~ i smell code assert blood ~ + ~ WORLD opened his past perfect eye his team impossible lowland enclave of pompous clothes his mint weather-hen swirl of dappled bowl executive-proved awakenings ~ + ~ together at a picnic of pastel-drawl deeds and sensitive velvet-ice ~ + ~ show me, once you've fallen too far, too long in blue, through my dream where mother hidden and free shines, while dad hearing me, writes not ~ + ~ a mind in pain i am tearing at cherished words the body's fresh rewards scarcely felt as growing ~ + ~ Kerygma in the latitude of the way, they choose to sleep, letting the law of things pack white wet privilege we enter with those folk, bound in the name of you. to sing: i am digestive soul perched numb on an old wise song for i ask nothing out of love ~ + ~ every spring must kiss the stream bent with snow prisoners without feeling rinsing the valley in a knot of enflamed breath ~ + ~ i am smoking a persistent nazar: a field encompassing maps, colony- lines, slave-reading light as it grazes its primary-braid of north snow-gestures ~ + ~ Calm always deep Hyperion is an island stuck in sherbet like a shell inhaling regret tallow ~ + ~ sick driving a plastic code and the perfume of crackhead matrix cornbeef jumps stinking over her high birthday skin hernia leashed to altar-stains ~ + ~ a muse calls to its peers: an om orb, at home in the market, a resilient heart thicket, a thin statue, bare-legged, a guest, thrown out, pacing chronos who sells ringing nothing filled when alone believing knows ~ + ~ i hear obedience weeping swallowing gravel as the cold old one waking says: what is broken is bad ~ + ~ Perhaps They Crawl to lecture the carnival flower to rust the chilled reptilian cicadas to leap-frog monuments to chide dewy plates floating like flax in these a kind of gratified order has happened ~ + ~ Who Came To Shit Visions and Desire? Poetry with a beautiful mouth cheating the sunset out of pain ~ + ~ Hard Flower a tree's child calls a rock to the agitation of vegetable touch ~ + ~ now i am chalk. and i regret to be the yesreaderyes -- that heart anecdote taken from me i'm old and rare and torn and i am sure voice now realizes sound is an acid jail. ~ + ~ We Number It iii and point the mountain's lines and swarms of autumn toward my dad's hut where he said i thought it was what you wanted. i cannot taste you, the way the cherry relaxing tastes voices or analogies as pieces of african rock, sea-gull, doorbells, or grape. ~ + ~ in between, friendship was a difficult love story slow endeavours to access her belly to dry her eyes i am not talking, nor am i waiting to see perhaps if it fits explicitly in this impeccable ~ + ~ racing with breath in perpetual pain guarded like emptiness remember that god is looting quiver sufficiently perished -- inherit yourself there is no zero here ~ + ~ time engulfed us to nibble this willow bed deep swells the significance of a misplaced heart in a fierce tent of ribs ~ + ~ I Am Writing To the bullets & the windows water is too confident nothing is empty i've no room for that ~ + ~ spider listens opening love as it instructs soft dismal knowledge to imagine living exiled among stories of a sea-worm soul ~ + ~ dawn fields kicked upward laughing at their own flood constricting the smell of snow to where shining first went ~ + ~ Mind By This Clay Breathes unconstructed and ensouling, clear. windy and numb, reversing. later a landscape is spined out of it, a victimized bump, and desire below, speaks. ~ + ~ The Last Bliss those bright lines in our spine are silence i am kept in a movie in a coffin in the gutter in slender sounds suspended over a lake ~ + ~ my third instinct through a graceless angel cyclone cuts holes into angry infinite blues ~ + ~ shadows sang to the holy woman her wounded hair seized the gate ~ + ~ I Close My Face On The Stems a photo of candles on the path where i am born air shining by the box of answers in a summer room i am eating the sound of a heart to calm the moon ~ + ~ the song's air supposed the wrong thing sliced the tender last book shaped a picture with rules made time wiretap space removed our content ~ + ~ the scent of things in things holds a serious bitter radiance body's mind, light-footed as nothingness, promised an entire cloying rumored lice-oil love reconfiguration ~ + ~ for what is not is what is in the hole day forever whole head must break off hand to choose an hour draw on a puddle of faded butter a rumor of the sun ~ + ~ i will write three short dreams today. in the first: i touch a prurient cheese, then purchase a nose. second: rivers run inside walls looking, unsuccessfully, for windows third: a blossoming lignum-vitae offers a sauce of pleasure to dead ruined letters ~ + ~ melody believes in meat darkness hard revolution fossils ~ + ~ how does one paint grief on the elegance of the infant ~ + ~ Light Was Wasted On Us the night is full of comments all-new roaches fluffing death my heart is thinking how i miss your presence ~ + ~ balance laughs a secret joined to progress ~ + ~ convergences leak a precocious blood-lust as naturally as one might hold a howitzer i was saying this always in bed ~ + ~ There Is No Therapy Now liberty, dying, receives a future melody written to forget wrought in the garden heart haunted by the climbing boastful celebrities, choking inside discards bags ~ + ~ forests and darkness require guns beloved curieux madness under the oaks toys disappearing in a roar of primeval being while in many minds some interior kind prometheus constellation scuffed construction star burns in the shadows and at the edges of it is what i am not sure ~ + ~ it once seemed that wisdom came out of each word and phenomena sang a rainbow how is it that the poetry of miracles understands substance as a barren shuffling of books and roots? ~ + ~ phony corrupt gushing counselors breed juxtaposed on the table river light faces the ocean we wake to go again ~ + ~ i am happy as i chant past suicides gesturing at glands broken in me like me the grass brings in a body sometimes awakened to hear the hidden free i ~ + ~ hungry songs in your etymologist crown leap out remarried same-sex ~ + ~ talkers ween with fear the south lawn studs patiently vague worksong raw swimmers who deceptive glitter among thrush waves plankton solace ~ + ~ there's a vein in this song, a zeal useless chrysalis of silence ~ + ~ limbs. i remember, one. ~ + ~ under the feast pulse in the mouth of nothing above humpback rhythms where people sign crosses, my father plays with a beautiful quiet bivalve of doubt a wind full of foxes and pebbles flashing cuticles of saint thigh ~ + ~ yet you found what you sailed for to hide the clearing, no need of doubt, no need to end in your centre stone pain ~ + ~ And Die to have a choice, to live cling to paved wanderlust play the tender sheaves of their graves a packet of warm blood and blind abdomen lice crying up from the sea ~ + ~ Our Witty General Woes diamond unperplexed she spends her language expiating rotating cages ~ + ~ the light smells bent-winged of crimson dreaming ~ + ~ at the end drawing dust on the face of fantasy ~ + ~ Your Metal Be Done grief (like bees) redeems an archipelago inside a mirage ~ + ~ tyrant flux ~ + ~ the room stands physically when i fall ~ + ~ a bird in the asylum its mouth leaks home ~ + ~ you are born enough no doubt you can be beautiful ~ + ~ my body is sutured labyrinths a love nourishing mind thirst ~ + ~ NEW children emerge from the wreck flaw ordained pinioned dead rumour poised ~ + ~ Grief Circles Forgotten Trees what i can't remember of this place sings itself outside there is a dog, a beach, stones, a console, a highway, planes. ~ + ~ and we are hungry, we say for the ideogram devotion we discuss, it is assumed, the cold balcony shit god ~ + ~ a little moment migrated into fingers & ha! flow by ashen contemplation oak united naked damp water smoke to love the seizure wit broken entrance i remember the word laid hot to sweeten ~ + ~ so people went to the prison the racist ruined black wind the fresh emblem of the wandering echos a gap gurgle stew of twine turbid doors ~ + ~ Hate The Same i almost wanted to do this to hear you talking but no, i live my name enumerating its couplets, ignore my tongue until i am a glock swat invitation halting wounds ~ + ~ Toothless Sextalk husk drawn to the sludge lips, rewarded with rain overcome by dust engines unfold ~ + ~ a starved whim gently stands wrapped in possibilities ~ + ~ for troilus, the year during which i'm dead was dangerous ~ + ~ i hold a zen love spun out of perfect insects shuddering in the wind i draw my cedar back to wine: ripening satisfied ~ + ~ You Woke summer dawns inside bread & wild grass long skies drunken butterflies cream whispers sound makes us dwell and fall ~ + ~ tender sticky and open you stand at the rose door and crawl inside ~ + ~ ^CTraceback (most recent call last): File "generate_pf-INFINITE.py", line 87, in model = torch.load(f) File "/home/jhave/anaconda3/lib/python3.6/site-packages/torch/serialization.py", line 248, in load return _load(f, map_location, pickle_module) File "/home/jhave/anaconda3/lib/python3.6/site-packages/torch/serialization.py", line 317, in _load tar.extract('storages', path=tmpdir) File "/home/jhave/anaconda3/lib/python3.6/tarfile.py", line 2045, in extract numeric_owner=numeric_owner) File "/home/jhave/anaconda3/lib/python3.6/tarfile.py", line 2115, in _extract_member self.makefile(tarinfo, targetpath) File "/home/jhave/anaconda3/lib/python3.6/tarfile.py", line 2164, in makefile copyfileobj(source, target, tarinfo.size, ReadError, bufsize) File "/home/jhave/anaconda3/lib/python3.6/tarfile.py", line 244, in copyfileobj buf = src.read(bufsize)