one by one, all these instances are realisms in sleep

WEEK 15 // (most likely the penultimate week of this pseudofailure of an experiment/predicament)


here are two new "poems:"

suicide w/ a slide trombone, a cut-and-paste memoir

a circular, spring-suspension carbon microphone

improvisational-january

police precinct houses & the new york botanical garden

something something something

850 double pumper holley, white tie affair

just like that

inspiration in fire insurance

what evenings!

fast elevators, and a belvedere perimeter

between the space of two commas

w/ old hat grandeur she lit the candles over the dining room table

blues, reds, blacks, yellows

white wrought-iron birdcage in a fog-white room

slash dot dash

nurse jazz, basically

her "pretty face" is absolutely beautiful

defined, as it is,

by its arrant resistance to aesthetics

let’s get something good going, so we can really derail it!

[semicolon] 'sunrise' [parentheses]

paper moon o'er the brandy snifter

walking toward the clocks, or the east-bound traffic of someone else

introspective, at times abstractly

generally speaking

nuns in the '20s & the minnesota multiphasic personality index, abridged

discontinued irs tax form 8109

between the lines

dot matrix cut-and-paste, aftermath upholstery

the result is volatile, occasionally brilliant, diffident & catholic

a brutalist faulty parallelism

* * *

1970s sunday morning jazz

re-runs of "unsolved mysteries"

after mass,

the spectre of a crucifix;

i walk the line

like audrey hepburn, secretly

w/ bagpipes;

all the right things, destroyed

by flowers--

vociferously, some ribbons;

however, maybe,

the torsion of, of its reflection;

plangent cardboard

constellations of bourbon & living-room cigarettes;

its concern is w/ brevity,

nonchalance,

as ghosts guest on capsule-recaps,

w/ helium balloons

tied to a piano's strings, shuddering--

classic kalopsia

w/ holy water water-main free jazz

like cashmere

or a fern plant on the herald-tribune;

it was 2008,

& everything was gorgeous,

false-faced

as the façade signaled how north dakota

offers the crowd-shy

a place of respite--

a position to hopscotch through

sundry lists,

maker's mark mint juleps,

& bric-a-brac;

it's decidedly mirrors, insightfully

adrift through

the periodic table of the elements--

arrantly,

the first crack of daylight

in my veins

like old butterflies w/ tile roofs

* * *

g'night & good luck--