Sleeping with a pretty girl

A


Smear still on the screen. Pornographic fashion shot in my home
This is no consistently euphoric novel
to help us feel backwards to where we belong
Such nodes invite penetration
as optimism demands protection
Inorganic heavy matter : house :
the grace of perfection
cannot console us
There is only one order and we do not understand it

………full dish, dish of fruit


B

Intellectual labor (a kind of play) vs. manual labor (a kind of boredom)
Hard labor (a kind of suffering) vs. active labor (a kind of release)

This libidinal
tottering body : oh workers I've seen :

………………………we're all neurologists now

What do we want to know and how far are we willing to go for it?

So now I feel my little finger
in excess on my left

•

………The beautiful wrinkled brow of my friend
………pinkens when he speaks.

May I detail
………………a man's cheekbones

sipped at the brink of sleep?

In precisely three minutes
the doorbell chimes
garrulously
And the philosopher says: I'm going to smile: how could it be otherwise?

………To admit to my pleasures I must take off my clothes and make myself cellular sinking down
………I was excited for wine

•

I can be no better

The candidate can find another job

We are done being white said the party

I can offer you no more

Once on the seat of a swing I watched silence until it became sound, I can

be no better


•

………In real life everyone walked out. I thought I was doing a pretty good "bowie" but there were too many scarves and taking them off with flourish, hurling them towards the audience, didn't do much to break up the monotony of the crowd.

"The procreative truth of me"
pissed itself

•

For Fred on Her Endless Tour

………I woke with no
………sex — utterly

……………………disordered under my
arm. Deep
automatic
……………………budget cuts dig the hole and kick the can

It's still dark

•

Footsteps above
Future below

Gull persisting in the memory of being contained at home, or
in a vessel. What black

…………butterfly, voiceless in its fourth-person narration,

is the real world?

With the conviction of a net of branches or an unidentified language
the couple couples

•

Too thin is too thin: pools in the ice

………Shadowed by the gleaming museum, a dog on the
pavement. Vowel to the east of him, ravaged to the west of him

I pry dandelions out of the lawn, one and one, toss into the stinking
barrow

I'm caught in another arrogant logo-jam:

………wooden heels
………pale blue sighs

A word as glitch: blulen, machin, turns red the breath

•

The eagle………………wished

Watched shadows

……………………………of bags

……………………………The only arena of longing

is this.