from
“Primitive State”
To feel
misunderestimated, to be secure in one’s habitual infallibility, to be an
asshole and yet an insult to assholes, which merely exist to function.
Blood woks.
Woken up to be
rocked down, back arched.
After thirteen
months her awareness of the receptacle’s potential was coming into focus.
I have to hire
someone in mechanical special effects to get this shit going.
Soon I will plot
an idea for my pop up.
Outrage as
non-response.
They were
traveling without moving, launching light as direction from their ears.
I say we do it
to make ourselves more secure.
All the
flashbacks fucked up the pace.
We’re finding
these sabotage devices too easily.
Own individual
voiceover, separately coming unglued.
In a nightly
basin I forsake to forsoothe.
Trader in the
mist.
All the valorous
sheep rumble, cooling board agents with truce breaking vim.
I’d be a great
appointed senator because I look like shit, I look like I listen, & I’ve
read a little Cicero, whose bust I resemble.
Weirding module
ravishing ribbits.
After an evening
with company the consolation of philosophy’s beckoning wanes.
I trust your combination of kindness, anxiety,
ineptitude, empathy and meandering brilliance for fuck’s sake.
Damp scamper
with a grump at the dump.
Thanks for the
dope poems.
Wan rider run
off aflame, afold, affordably docile.
His
self-description was so laughably succinct I asked him if it was on his resume
and he defensively pointed out that my father did not turn out, as he described
himself, to be durable.
Dadgie, dogdy,
do do od, doi doi doi doi.
Apropos of
everything I only go Pavlovian for hot wings.
The bird food
occasionally looks tasty.
But you do get
it and you always have.
Pecking upwards
the pecker’s cutie grimace gleams through the expanse between home, home, home,
and onwards through homes.
Gendering God,
though lucrative, remains one of the dumbest human ideas of all time.
The denizens
fell on their sporks.
At the reading
thinking about drinking, safelight with lock-coded roots.
Insect art
paired with hedge fund meditations, out of rain, rummage sale guillotine.
Segue mentat for
the dirt, not the sticky post-politic ruboff scent, vegan dessert sold by body
odor at a costly bakery, just dirt, fuck the root, and the formed line.
Seriously.
Strapping
tongueless shivers.
Gat hugs gnat
hugs embedded whirly vatic.
Only the wicked
applaud while looking around.
Thrills lurking.
Putty hoodlum
benigns beknighted bator.
Mind scowls
while removing itself from body and changing name to Agamemnon.
He has great
huddle presence.
Heavily armored
jump roping (yellow rope) robot.
What I did was
fast forward through the commercials while we gabbed.
You know of your
absurdities, he doesn’t believe his are so, but if he never sees you your edge
is pointless.
Grump gets
flicked a pitch.
Among the new
developments were a series of speculative statements intended to nuzzle your
low-level senses of doom, dread, and meandering fright.
Craven, coven,
damp cheery oven.
Occupying a
small contested state in folio outrage, a scallion dub, blown thistle, being
mean to downgrown trees.
Crawl and chase
to produce joyous shrieks.
Katydid
epiklunk.
Quelleth thy
daemons sucker lite.
A leg pulling
exam, an early introduction, a wish for an extinguishing pebble encounter.
A perfect-haired
werewolf unclear about seriosity, her own, theirs, the bubbles they bang into
fronting as ideas.
Discharged
condition, weight of trinket clutter – love! my only clear affections in
memory! – kept without dissatisfaction.
Solar punt gong
society, in my.
Grace to be
brazen whispers.
Direct
aggression my own way, thank you.
Is this your
meat stuff she asked some strangers as she pointed to the tupperware?
Giant failure
mitigated by bug accomplishment.
Working for
space around my legs, feeling pain in perception without halftime report, glad
to be alive, post-embittered by the limits of demeanor.
To put me in
touch with all of my exes, all my would-be exes, and a rising number of amiable
crackpots.
There is always
some overlap.
A bucket of hard
cheese next to a spray can of easy cheese: choices to dress the sausage.
It was important
not to give a fuck in order to get shit done right.
I try not to let
anyone know how I often I fall apart so it won’t be interpreted as rote gesture
in case it actually happens in front of anyone.
Yeah, but if I
was a tree I don’t think lack of lateral movement would be any kind of issue.
He didn’t see
him open in the corner, which caused the receiver to close down emotionally.
Too cynical to
be embarrassed they merely took over.
My follies are
secret.
I have no feel
for the difference between who I am and who I seem to be any longer.
Odd how she can
capitalize words only with her voice.
Time the hit.
No names for the
stuffed expressions but hugs and ventriloquism.
We’ll have to
pay for the love that we stole.
Turning worm to
prevent extinction.
You have thirty
seconds for the rest of your life to dive in front of the child.
Conjoined odds.