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.