panorama from my bed at night
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there is a laureate who hears everything as stardust
unable to block enough out and so blows her own mind
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adds effect to bring lyric to life where life is / in breath, in
warm body parts, in / mixing tonic with whoever she can be
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a badge worn like a space invader baby
electrified dreams of flammable hot feminines
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everything is moonshine . incrementally speaking .
& severs a right hand man in the morning
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Today was a lost day . I got a Maeve card > rhythms and cycles . honour your body . I’m down . I think I’m down / not dawning / in the old ways / & byways situated in play / of words (like this) / a studied void, if that’s what you see / or low spirits full to the brim / I begin with a skirty timorousness / designed to trouble / a book end like a factory wall / . an image echo . inverted destinations . outer is inner / and this is my verso .
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daeg > Tiw . second to moon’s. a balloon. a gossipy tunesday. crickets a trrrr-trrr-trrr-ing with a car’s low throaty hum and tripping chrrrrups pchrr-pchrr-pchrr. nyeow-chi’-chi’ dot the air thick with moisture . if you find yourself under water in the mouth of a shark . breathe . I roll my fingers like a fan, bones in my little pinky catch and the back of my neck pops. then again, when I turn my head. my cheeks and the nape of my neck are sticky and I can feel sweat above my top lip . I know the layout of the city .
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Fetch me a photo of a moment gone . is gone
but you knew that . your own photo blown up . speaking
of blow up . in it . innit. intuit it . enclosed en close
d by something else . some things else . INKlings . paper . tiny
coloured ink dots . papered . carried in interest
from dowries . did you know that? I didn’t . mine
was the use of a station wagon for a week . inhered
to vertical blinds bars fence ferns a suggestion of a satellite
antenna roof slant trees & bad feelings because the neighbour
partied for hours and hours and hours on xmas eve and then
had a slap down drunken lover’s argument said things
they should regret but probably won’t remember
as I do—I was feral today in my car being told to back up
on a narrow lane, MY narrow lane by a—fck plightness—
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& there is always a tweet a radio host I think from his profile the shape of commons by looks defending a position
& to be clear I’m alone but the main thing is to begin from the sink hole as the poet sayid ‘a new language is a temptation’* taken. The choice mine.
Shakers and bibbity saxes make my shoulder dance a pulse languid pulse / in a cool woven lace blue dressing gown for dressing up in lockdown on brand a Sunday plan and for the rest of the month I should say since—anyway the radio host made this beautifully ridiculous line against a graphic of a tampon: ‘curved string, needlessly provocative’ (‘for no good reason’)—I meant to start this two days ago / at the start / now I have two sets of memories, one real one fabricated but someone else said that / I spent those days serving no master but my own ambition / but someone else said that too / binge-watching days, this is a tough of days, a pact of days, a shake of days / ingrained & a hollow of repetition petition tition tion ion on on on n n /
so
this is a provocation / a curve of fabric / this memory is fresh / a cotton gown as I look down needlessly folded the way it lands on my lap / I think I can see the floor through my legs
* Bernadette Mayer, Memory, 2020
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Unintended poem VIII
I were fighting for my own syntax . for the thrill of printing of . being . printed . a tru trans.lation built.feelings.feelings.feelings in the end . was . reversed .
Unintended poem VII
Work around the things that stop you from doing — a performing class in the soundings out of who who who who — what is the editing part and what is the speakproper part — who R U
Unintended poem VI
The hard part is a trick . Sneaky / typing on a page . A page. A Page. A PaGe. A PaGE. A PAGE. a pagE. a paGE. a PaGE . . .
Unintended poem V
don’t waste your time / time must not be wasted . accordite! Sub mission. an under. mission . for a book . terms of the endowment / port folio .
Unintended poem IV
Writing to be read . Any comments . About. publish. ing. 3 reasons for printing. It’s a numbers game .
Unintended poem III
I was shy . Sitting at the back . A tag line . With big eyes .
Unintended poem II
That idea
That one
That perfect one
That big idea
You know the one
The one that is perfect
That is an accumulation of other ideas
And so succinct as to be a pin a pinnacle . mannacle .
That one. Where it begins . The one you think is finished. The one you gift to—gift to . Who would travail this idea with you . who understands . who is of the same mind . impossible.
Unintended poem I
Concoct | octo | Cocteau | pus | sy | id.
A warm up. fancy. negligently so. inventing scandal. I fancy.
I want your dreams. Mine are nothing to writ home about. I dream a’toic.
Night poem: A flat base | bed | cross-legged | greedy calls to arms | and the manmen? |
The arcti pops . You see i— | re view, a re view, a new view |
Arch pops, and counting | I see no reason to explain
My quivers keeping me warm | I’m cold, you see | there you have it
Dilly bag, blue. On a chair in my room. Slouching weary. Hard yakka, being a bag.
What’sin your bag? wear some thing hiding: in body parts.
That’s what you want: something more than text, more than text-bones.
Twitter throws up : it’s up to us. To switch systems :
He says in his weekly devotion > god has called us [not i]
To do something in these last days < He doesn’t say wht.
I guess god likes riddles too. Then a gif of a redhead crying
Into a bucket of ice cream. Then Annie (not having changed her
Name) texts out from exodus : idolatry is a huge sham :
That runs the world system. The messiah convicts us [not i]
Producing a massive, visible shift in us [not i]—not that I can see.
Samsung next : Creativity and productivity. Anytime, anywhere :
I’ll leave that there. Relevant for certain exchanges within
Power to get wealth. Here is your answer democratically ran [stet]
States paid y elite globalist to spread wicked. The lord will avenge.
Love u. Then girls in red bikinis. God sowed his beauty. Weekly
Devotional says getting off @Reuters working with turkey fake
Whole exposing real made by the scholars soaking up all this money
Long as they let me make it overweight and my neck thick too
Learn survival skills WAKE.UP.PEOPLE o time /an evil cabal\ =pathogen
On the one hand on the other you assent to the Bill
don’t trip
TEXT TAKEN FROM ONLINE CONTENT NOV 2019
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