Is perpetual motion
My own body sending out the signal to kill off the cell
Your history
Any someone else's
Happening simultaneously
To be caught on something
A series of embarrassing travesties, one after the other
Patterns of turtles
A first word--
Aren't you supposed to be out... killing things?
Like lemmings running up a cliff
Missile silos implode in North Dakota
Copping the absence
As I shrunk back in horror at the use I was making of my intelligence--
The sound of hail on rooftops
Regurgitates its details
The feather teetering at the edge of the window
A duty-bound flickering
In tentative disparity
The mirror in the garbage
The politics of harmony, of discord
A fried egg burning in the sky
You learn a lot by noticing what does not happen to someone / yourself
Benefits from public interference
Like a stone skipped over the surface of life
The build up of intervals...
Not possible...
Killed by a rubber bullet
The value reduced in direct proportion to the amount of money applied to it.
Birds are some ancient shit
War, used to prevent social equality
Transfer points
Like common tones
Rany races and ages and languages traveling freely all that distance
Reincarnation
I keep beating my head against
As a form of compression
Seagulls
Spring melting slush
Walking across the moon in her space boots
Steal blank tapes...
Folding up my body to use later
The energy, the frustration, put it into the appliance!
Like an artichoke...
Above the ocean
My ancestors
To be free
From this possession
An experience which is a kind of thought
I wake in a room alone
The persistence of sensation
...an obscuring pressure
They accept the most violent contradictions
They admit impossibilities
They disregard knowledge
They reveal us as ethical and moral idiots
Who has put the truth of the material where
You are the illumination of this discovery
The cracked glass of the door
(Bourgeois rain)
Intersection of steep streets
Where individuality is contained
For who (spider web)
The totality of the door
My being is an egg
To distrust voluntary and involuntary will
Attention, oil money, genetic engineering
The fire could mean anything
We calculate without hesitation that 3+3=20
And a dog quotes a line of poetry
A spiritual automation
The announcers voice brakes in
The next moment there is a shift in the kaleidoscope, and we are faced with a new grouping
I cannot miss another opportunity like that
A matter of great importance goes unremarked
So the speed and control over the finest and most intricate details
Of intellectual apprehension actually renders one stupid.
This assemblage of feelings
The pungent transformation of this stagnation, the realization strewn from this mistake
This naivete, repackaged
This poisoned water
To go under things, rather than over
Like a rope
Bright mustard fields
Excretions of thought that have been stifled at birth
A series of conditions of ever increasing wakefulness
The source of levity, the flammable curiosity
The welcome corrosion
This objective, internal current examines you across languages
Determined by wavelengths
Like the germs of life
The bouncer has gone completely out of control