xx White page cipher mop hark untenanted xx spring birds egrets ibis pelican face raven I bid w/ birdtoast duckshuns rome you some wrens xx insignias have i placed a purpose rose on the hole a wet rose on window- hole bearing winning highlights xx Hand eat dis ruddily up my legs, back up, body …
Category: Notes on the Fold
Poems along the dotted line
OFF FLAW
xx lover i pelt a note via button must i wear on my stipples stealth loans xx off flaws the sun on the table switches the lights serif tears /you catch the babyday and come bach xx violet also wearing your suit of yours baywater sewnwater stereo blue xx orange DAYS on pyramid STEPS a smaller up …
Picture
of hands ittle lenders them ands shelvers ush runners up-doing ingers fleece as hen flakes allen older hold it lit
The sponge
sponge sown home grown quagmirea souflee it suckslight it is and plush, a little rubberbetwix befalling planeslike astroturf yeah like astroturf
HowRU&YRU
How are you my love & why my love are you ripped in the apartment wall my love my sat./sun. as in whiteface whirs hey my whole hey chickening at the blue pool bottom kissing really in love with legs this leggy velor love in eukaryote Samsonite in haute algae skirts in leather necklaces my …
Dear Everyone
Your emails and entries, the letters in cursive and cue I’m loving you like lights everyone is looking thru your emails and tiny journals lettered and dated CDs and sharpies, moving trucks I have seen stories up and you have written a novel, you have, your nametag, your rug is the blue I’m loving in …
Secret Technology
To you from me via secret technology It is a home in the ear here It is a light house/home for birds whose tearing It is evident next door gore in truth It is glued together with sea, a strung It is the back of a whale, the back of a whale It is umpteenth …
The Fold (unfolding) by Giles Deleuze
I’m little wander er, a little wand am I, a wad of dawn- dering wanderous which is on way to place a spoon in shape. >Mam- mers, she said. I said. 1. THE PLEATS OF MATTER The baroque as a function that produces folds. Matter is folds and the forces that act to create un/folding. …
Amidst This General Contentment
There are insurgencies and now the girls showing their shoulders. Going to have a smoke. See the day moon. In the Chifforobe, you, in a love poem, write, not knowing I had one. There were small black coats inside. Maybe you put too much pressure on your leanings, Memorizer. I can see you saying “rehnquist” …
Prayer for Freinds
He betrays you and it was a slow betrayal, as if receiving many letters and not throwing any out until there is this box to look at. It is white to think this has happened and in the whiteness of the morning it is done. So calmly and obviously because it’s stacked. The things you …
Star of David
1. the lights are off the lights pass thru your paper curtains your back arms and the lights are & are on your one hip & I am eighteen & then I am one un-harried by the passing of these things thru the bed & the wall like lisps, etc. 2. Star of the new …
Love Note
I have notes on the behavior I have displayed in the last 3-4 days depending on how good my and your memory is. First the trashcan that I completely destroyed this morning. It was a good trashcan, as good a trashcan as anything next to a desk is, good as the floor and much more …
love poem
sitting in this hammock is a harmonica if you please get me a decanter
You, who I have known, dumb
from work, are on the back of a drawing. Your dark nostils blot the page. You have drawn my back to you, my whole back, on the last page of a large leaf and another, of my mouth full of gills. You are working for this picture, the relation it makes, the scene we had …
What, What
I’m using the opposites of these feelings at you. The smallest things are giving all my love its indifference. We pick up of trash and such, we walk and the dog walks up the alley-way and down the park and you bend down to see the largest beetle ever. We are sharing the time and …
following room
There have been easier evenings than these around our flatbed. Older cheerers harken a bottle or two for us, there are crackas and peanuts if you please. I hold no more than a scholarship and people like Saneesh and Charlie come to mind. Sitting besides, we swing next to a storm window while Shak refuses …
Love Poem
We covered the field, one night happening stormy and suprisingly lit, with what you asked and I told you how something shimmers in terms of our walking into it, or walking itself, which is to luminous greenhouses. That sync, whether I weilded a dog and you a frondy sweeper or visa-versa, we were keeping in …
A Sandier Pass
What we do in the soon to be midnight, one time I had my arm across the banister and billowing. Put my face in apparel. It sounded like a captain, I’ll call him, a glove, while we squinted into the den fire. Terminating the agreement, he quashed. So much for neither sea, I had huge …
you like I letter
slung with slant news; some bells attached to trees smartly knotted betwix sturdy hairs of Bentgrass, St. Augustine, Zoysia, and Throw Rug Green seen some distance up, as from a plane, the way you will be going December 28th. I say I’m fine, sans severance, the tall columns of lofty hotel lightness. It’s bulldozer cold …
Glassy
My body looked great against the wool sky. I pinned one to the string. You seemed so sorry then, that guy with the knife to you, soon you moved. At night, I light the bees on you. Kiss their legs to sleep. These switches, , and my teeth hurt, my feet are cold, I pinched the …