And this last poem I'm going to read
is called Blow Me Down Etude, Blow Me Down Etude.
And has an epigraph from William Morris' poem, The Earthly
Paradise which reads, ah, "through the hush, the looked
for midnight clangs."
Put her in her chair, put her in her chair.
The bleary weights of nothing to explain, nobody to explain to.
News of the weave, nub of the bleep.
I take what I'm given and give what
I've taken, stake what I've bitten,
dumped when I've driven.
Upset to get just when thought for one thing,
affecting has got to as possible point, whatever,
a few as many were and worse didn't.
But not to dwell, to fall, specifically
where was that it might matter (formal) given coagulation.
Remember you brought, prying to amount for, rather
given your own dizzying play in that inflection.
To open up as much of as far as to convey in disrespect
and a sense at the same more relevant in terms of revealing,
finally, forged dominions have mistook.
The only true epiphanies the ones misplaced
(the forced replacements of).
Arrived with silent fire, projector of what was faced.
We thought we might be better than.
But the knees swell, the feet collapses.
No further shown, as if it's only due to little or not
too much, as if more strobe at clay could quell command,
fear frozen with fright, tautologies our topologies.
Tear the mid-section and loose the rig.
There was a moment that hope made realer
than the pause endured, who wept like trawlers without recall.
No villanelle to chew, nor salmon to.
These tendencies arise out of a culture and cannot be confined
to those defined them.
A pound of defiance is worth an ounce of allure.
She was a giant of the experience of being
a baby and proud was I.
Summary or tainted with coats of (jangle what you will, where
you pry, not fables with testy tedious tirades, waves at)
plaint.
Oracular insects infusing pseudonymous
stuff desks, stuck decks, rivers of lies, severs of glides,
desperate for an even chance at less than might release,
at least a vantage to profane the holier
version of these visions, riddled with blitzkrieged
orifices, adipose titration.
Moon at worn regales, the ink its sail.
Plastered on the mesa and pacing 50 leagues anon.
We thought we might be better then.
You try to jump ahead but fall behind, drop back
but are conspicuously frames.
The falters make no better flitters, along the oak
and toggled plane.
Basically berserk, the body with only organs
relies upon a peacock's prickly prudery then
resents what will not relent.
Split or guided.
For guilt is the burden of the white washed man:
for what has not been done and what cannot be undone.
Where there is sorrow, there is holy ground.
The sink cracks, the furrow falters,
and Everyperson bastes its stew.
Darting and then carted, filled with or unacquainted by.
Who feeds the farmers cornered by a row of sediment,
cooled erotics of unsublimated stokes.
He speaks but does not offer, scarcely
sweats before he swings.
There is no denouement for pebbles or for wings.
Of course, it is an honor to be sprinkled out, not
that it's an evanescent one.
I dislike the form and in most phases
would not see the point in, to make stab at.
That's fine.
Did you notice, seems an extraordinary,
if it is in, however, for reasons that now can't see
to reply to-- stupid and wildly deranged--
decided at least is a register, is having (dubious distinction)
though as you know the lack of, loose extension,
style of support, is segmented beyond the pale.
Will lessen: I decline: one could: at least:
there are: that will: when may: though is: you should:
that might: is obvious: possibly substantive:
worthwhile bothering.
The concurrent and multiple variables affecting the flow
of the construction stream can easily...
Loss of pleasure in all or almost all or nearly mostly
all; unresponsive to usually pleasurable...
An situation amounts, the fledgling
recriminations that border on beautification:
a constituency of tissue, and marrow, and formaldehyde.
Many disputes involve opinions and facts
about stipulations that occurred over months and years.
Everyone does not feel well treated.
The same slap applicated with the fine measure
of meager interdiction, ignorance of extent.
For instance, your actions seem divisive
and policing of the very community
you desire to support.
Nothing represents anything.
Billboards posture our losses, better jeer than leer,
waking up at least two hours early, body movements
slow or agitated, excessive or inappropriate feelings
of self-worth.
Quote: That's the major problem we always have in this country.
We don't have a totalitarian society where
we suppress the opposition.
We have information glut.