sha na na, what's her name?
"Then we heard / Shouting that tore out
the visual indifference of
"I don't think less is more. More is better."
a wire walk
through elusive poignancy w/ welding
an arctic palm tree, consolidated through
a telegraph of ivories--
decadent flowers under fluorescent light:
te deum, indeed,
an edge-of-the-lawn slow jam, for double bass & trombone;
o', aesthetic languor...
a wobbly aerial w/ balloons, kazoos, & bubbles
the wuthering heights
to pretty grrls on the telephone--
but here, i want you
to think of a 03.09.1983 single by madonna, as if
birds are similar
to thunderstorms, & lullabies...
baroque in sensibility--
as if some sense of hellish rhetoric
wd invite you to
TRAMPOLINE THAT TRIANGLE!
playing flute w/ the barrage of images shuddering past
my train's window seat
(“based upon limited information
or malicious falsifications.”)
grizzly bears & rain drops & all that
[90 proof] jazz--
consider, specifically, "oh! good goddamn,
hi-fi tic tacs, or amy hempel
the colour of the ocean, today, as we
to warmer weather & consumptive
i cdn't cling to a heart
hoisting up the rare-book roofbeam storm front
fashion show i love you
stars & stripes, track & field forever--
then the trajectory of a passing train's
through a hurried afternoon i didn't look back
the woodwind guillotine
or all those days spent w/ letters
as the balcony
goes unheard, to whomever--
"to whoever set my truck on fire," photocopied
through the hum of vintage
the ferocious flashlights, calendared
at the harmonies
"fuck you! trombones
& youth choirs" & straightforward
then things got impertinent
untitled, or dead reckoning w/in the edges of a page
i hate being the slowest guy in the lab
or a psychologist
haunted by office plants...
so much exhilaration to ruminate upon—
how complex, yeah...
“how come the waiting room is crying?”
the sophisticated have a proclivity
for emotionally complex
shades of lines
or other, more difficult impulses—
but i'm leaning more toward the amourous
these days, languorously
pretty, summeresque; taking on allure
& an erlenmeyer flask of single malt islay scotch...
all winter, then the spring finding solace
on a love seat, alone again
or the story is filled w/ speculation & intrigue!
still, in situ, floundering
for distinction in the mfa since 2008,
what's worse, the nouns
the connotations of such strident symbols
(come to our fête, and show again that pea-green coat, thou pink of men!)
why, i am the very pinke of curtesie.
pinke for flower?
its embossed covers, with a lurid
palette of purples, pinks
and oranges and a bold use of foil
for to perfume
her rare perfection with some sweet-smelling
a few in regimental pinks
on their chests, had joined their wives and
were being told of the event
i just talk and give them whisky, no touchy-feely,
no pink salon-type of behaviour
up before the lazy slut aurora
has put on her
pink to captivate the ploughboys
definitive result of which he had read
in the evening telegraph, late pink edition
‘eeyore’ smith absent-mindedly added
a dash of ‘pink’
to his evening aperitif
therefore, in japan, softcore pornographic
films are called pink movies
southern wild flowers & trees, large marsh
near the coast and from july
unfolds its most beautiful flowers
from the frilled edge
of the flowers
— the verb
he said i was as fresh as a violet, and as fair as jessamy,
and as sweet as a pink
how was i? pretty much in the pink...
system...seems in good shape
again, thx. for reading. it is 11.53 p.m. & i am going to finish "golf cleats near a fallen tree by the aircraft carrier on the back nine." alas & alack & stuff until next week...